[ Agatha, as it happens, was a childhood friend of his own grandmother's. Her village was on the other side of the border. She left for America when Transylvania became Transleithania, one of many refugees who sought out a new home rather than see their old one forced to take on a new name and identity. She is stern, and accepts no nonsense. But her definition of 'nonsense' includes any and all uses of the phrase 'I'm fine', and that makes her- very much a busybody. But a sweet and loving busybody who became a vampire hunter but because of old ties to House Belmont but because she came across a random stranger with a bitten neck and set about doing all she could to help them. She knits lovely little dolls of a vampire named Godbrand and then cuts them open and stuffs their stomachs with salt, then hands them to him as components to give the man in whose image they are made terrible indigestion. He called her a name that a gentleman should never use, she claims.
Florence is her opposite in many ways, a whirlwind of the kinds of things that Agatha dismisses as silly and dramatic. She owns one of every sort of thing that could ever be used to fight off anything, from stakes of frankincense to symbols of every religeon there is to a long hatpin made of silver and dipped in a vial of holy water hidden inside her very impressive hat. She swears in church and cuts a lock of hair from everyone she meets for 'safe keeping'. Hungarian, she's had every possible argument relating to that with Agatha long before Trevor came to America.
And Trevor adores them.
He returns to the castle with a biscuit tin that, surprisingly, contains baked goods instead of sewing supplies. Not biscuits, though. Because that would make too much sense. Even sealed, it smells of apple and sugar and cinnamon. Plăcintă cu mere, Romanian apple pie. Something from home. They're spoiling him. ]
From Bunicuta. [ He says, setting the tin down in the kitchen. Because it's always entertaining to see how offended Alucard becomes when he's sent home with food for the three of them. Bunicuta is Agatha. Florence refuses to be anyone's grandmother, so they've compromised - she's Tanti. ] She says that she doesn't care if you're eating well, you're still too skinny and you should eat better.
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Florence is her opposite in many ways, a whirlwind of the kinds of things that Agatha dismisses as silly and dramatic. She owns one of every sort of thing that could ever be used to fight off anything, from stakes of frankincense to symbols of every religeon there is to a long hatpin made of silver and dipped in a vial of holy water hidden inside her very impressive hat. She swears in church and cuts a lock of hair from everyone she meets for 'safe keeping'. Hungarian, she's had every possible argument relating to that with Agatha long before Trevor came to America.
And Trevor adores them.
He returns to the castle with a biscuit tin that, surprisingly, contains baked goods instead of sewing supplies. Not biscuits, though. Because that would make too much sense. Even sealed, it smells of apple and sugar and cinnamon. Plăcintă cu mere, Romanian apple pie. Something from home. They're spoiling him. ]
From Bunicuta. [ He says, setting the tin down in the kitchen. Because it's always entertaining to see how offended Alucard becomes when he's sent home with food for the three of them. Bunicuta is Agatha. Florence refuses to be anyone's grandmother, so they've compromised - she's Tanti. ] She says that she doesn't care if you're eating well, you're still too skinny and you should eat better.