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Adult
Chapters:
29
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3,106
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12
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Chapter 12
New Chapters. Yeah.
Chapter 12
Professor Lepew’s cheek twitched, sitting in the Headmaster’s office and struggling to regain his composure. He’d been forbidden access to the school all of last week with no explanation. Even if he didn’t want to tutor a hopeless case it still balked at his sense of self.
Two others had journeyed from McKinnon Music Academy. Professor McKinnon, the current head of the family and Headmaster of the school, and his son who was also a Professor. Albus was actually rather amused, internally. Draco had a very firm control of his temper, it would take a great deal to set him off. Externally he kept a serious expression and waited to see what they would do.
At the moment Draco was adamant that he would not put up with another tutor. Albus knew his son just wanted as much respect as he had earned and this Professor Lepew was not providing it, “The boy has no talent. None. And I refuse to waste my time trying to teach such incompetence. He was not even holding his bow correctly and far too many incorrect notes. No, no talent.”
Now that shocked both Albus and Professor McKinnon, who had heard the boy audition. McKinnon turned to look at his Professor, “You were aware he was a raw talent, yes?”
Snorting, “Far too raw for my tastes...your son handles those kind of students, you know this.”
Albus narrowed his eyes, not liking that tone in the slightest. As much as he tried to portray himself a laid back and indulgent man he did have his limits, “And just what kind might that be, Professor?”
“He is disinherited, is he not?”
Albus jumped to his feet at the same instant McKinnon did, “You are out of your place, Professor. Return to the school, immediately.” Lepew looked to his Headmaster for a moment before turning and strolling swiftly for the floo. Only once he had vanished did McKinnon turn with hands up in a placating manner, feeling the anger rolling off the Hogwarts’ Headmaster, “I cannot excuse that, Dumbledore, but I had no idea he would react that way.”
Albus controlled his anger, letting his power subside as he slowly sat down, not trusting himself to speak. All this time the third visitor had sat quietly, hands folded in front of him and studying his fingers. Looking up at the uncomfortable silence, “I read your application, Headmaster, for Draco. You stated as a comment that you have taken the boy in?”
Nodding slightly, “He is my son.”
Waving his hand a bit, not interested in if the boy was tied to a lineage or not, “And that he just became aware of his talent this summer. Indeed that his former family abhor music as a waste of time and he had never even touched an instrument until then.”
Frowning at his son, “What’s your point, Nathan?”
Shrugging, “Do we know if he can even read sheet music?” Both Headmasters looked at one another with dawning understanding. How could they both have missed something so basic, “Allow me to hear the boy. He may choose the time and place, or tell me to kiss his arse.”
Albus chuckled, eyes sparkling at this young Professor. He knew instantly Draco would like him, “I will let him know.” He also didn’t miss the muffled giggle behind him. Clearing his throat, “Or rather I will talk a little louder and he will come out of hiding.”
Draco grumbled to himself with a sigh, giving the purple scales one last stroke before putting Viola back on his shoulder. He came out from behind a bookcase he’d been hidden behind. He twisted his fingers in the large cotton shirt he was wearing but climbed down the spiral staircase. Fawkes chirped at him and he gave her a grin, coming down the steps behind the Headmaster until he was standing next to him. Eyes shifting to Albus for a moment, “How did you know?”
Giving him a small squeeze, arm loose around his waist, “I have my ways...Professor McKinnon, this is Draco.” The blond gave him a small smile before looking over the two Professors. He didn’t especially like the looks of the older man but the younger one didn’t seem half bad. Anything was better than Professor Stink, as he thought of him. Plus he liked the bluntness.
Nathan inclined his head, “Mr. Dumbledore.” The Professor just found his way firmly into his good books.
Nodding, “I’ll meet with you Wednesday, half past five.” Nathan wondered why not Monday but said nothing.
McKinnon wasn’t as gracious, “And why not Monday, get it all out of the way?”
Draco looked away, flexing his hand and wincing. He’d broken three fingers and they were still tender. Albus answered the question, “There was an incident in the school last week. Draco’s been in the hospital wing so I’m sure he’s still recovering, you understand?”
Nodding and giving a second nod to Draco, “Wednesday, then.”
McKinnon slapped his hands together, making Draco jump, and then glare, “Well, we’d best get back. It may only be Saturday but Monday will come before you know it.”
Nathan rose and held out a hand, “It was nice to meet you, Draco.”
Wary gray eyes studied the man before taking the loosely outstretched hand and shaking it tentatively, “You as well, Professor.” A firm grip, but not tight, as if sensing both Draco’s unease and his soreness. Against his better judgement Draco was really starting to like this man.
Chapter 12
Professor Lepew’s cheek twitched, sitting in the Headmaster’s office and struggling to regain his composure. He’d been forbidden access to the school all of last week with no explanation. Even if he didn’t want to tutor a hopeless case it still balked at his sense of self.
Two others had journeyed from McKinnon Music Academy. Professor McKinnon, the current head of the family and Headmaster of the school, and his son who was also a Professor. Albus was actually rather amused, internally. Draco had a very firm control of his temper, it would take a great deal to set him off. Externally he kept a serious expression and waited to see what they would do.
At the moment Draco was adamant that he would not put up with another tutor. Albus knew his son just wanted as much respect as he had earned and this Professor Lepew was not providing it, “The boy has no talent. None. And I refuse to waste my time trying to teach such incompetence. He was not even holding his bow correctly and far too many incorrect notes. No, no talent.”
Now that shocked both Albus and Professor McKinnon, who had heard the boy audition. McKinnon turned to look at his Professor, “You were aware he was a raw talent, yes?”
Snorting, “Far too raw for my tastes...your son handles those kind of students, you know this.”
Albus narrowed his eyes, not liking that tone in the slightest. As much as he tried to portray himself a laid back and indulgent man he did have his limits, “And just what kind might that be, Professor?”
“He is disinherited, is he not?”
Albus jumped to his feet at the same instant McKinnon did, “You are out of your place, Professor. Return to the school, immediately.” Lepew looked to his Headmaster for a moment before turning and strolling swiftly for the floo. Only once he had vanished did McKinnon turn with hands up in a placating manner, feeling the anger rolling off the Hogwarts’ Headmaster, “I cannot excuse that, Dumbledore, but I had no idea he would react that way.”
Albus controlled his anger, letting his power subside as he slowly sat down, not trusting himself to speak. All this time the third visitor had sat quietly, hands folded in front of him and studying his fingers. Looking up at the uncomfortable silence, “I read your application, Headmaster, for Draco. You stated as a comment that you have taken the boy in?”
Nodding slightly, “He is my son.”
Waving his hand a bit, not interested in if the boy was tied to a lineage or not, “And that he just became aware of his talent this summer. Indeed that his former family abhor music as a waste of time and he had never even touched an instrument until then.”
Frowning at his son, “What’s your point, Nathan?”
Shrugging, “Do we know if he can even read sheet music?” Both Headmasters looked at one another with dawning understanding. How could they both have missed something so basic, “Allow me to hear the boy. He may choose the time and place, or tell me to kiss his arse.”
Albus chuckled, eyes sparkling at this young Professor. He knew instantly Draco would like him, “I will let him know.” He also didn’t miss the muffled giggle behind him. Clearing his throat, “Or rather I will talk a little louder and he will come out of hiding.”
Draco grumbled to himself with a sigh, giving the purple scales one last stroke before putting Viola back on his shoulder. He came out from behind a bookcase he’d been hidden behind. He twisted his fingers in the large cotton shirt he was wearing but climbed down the spiral staircase. Fawkes chirped at him and he gave her a grin, coming down the steps behind the Headmaster until he was standing next to him. Eyes shifting to Albus for a moment, “How did you know?”
Giving him a small squeeze, arm loose around his waist, “I have my ways...Professor McKinnon, this is Draco.” The blond gave him a small smile before looking over the two Professors. He didn’t especially like the looks of the older man but the younger one didn’t seem half bad. Anything was better than Professor Stink, as he thought of him. Plus he liked the bluntness.
Nathan inclined his head, “Mr. Dumbledore.” The Professor just found his way firmly into his good books.
Nodding, “I’ll meet with you Wednesday, half past five.” Nathan wondered why not Monday but said nothing.
McKinnon wasn’t as gracious, “And why not Monday, get it all out of the way?”
Draco looked away, flexing his hand and wincing. He’d broken three fingers and they were still tender. Albus answered the question, “There was an incident in the school last week. Draco’s been in the hospital wing so I’m sure he’s still recovering, you understand?”
Nodding and giving a second nod to Draco, “Wednesday, then.”
McKinnon slapped his hands together, making Draco jump, and then glare, “Well, we’d best get back. It may only be Saturday but Monday will come before you know it.”
Nathan rose and held out a hand, “It was nice to meet you, Draco.”
Wary gray eyes studied the man before taking the loosely outstretched hand and shaking it tentatively, “You as well, Professor.” A firm grip, but not tight, as if sensing both Draco’s unease and his soreness. Against his better judgement Draco was really starting to like this man.