Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 17 ~ Breakfast, the Most Entertaining Meal of the Day

Mathias lay in his bed in his boxers as his roommates dressed for breakfast. He was reading over his class schedule. He had the following core classes:

Astronomy ~ Twice a week Midnight
Charms ~ Every Day
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ Three times a week
Herbology ~ Twice a week
History of Magic ~ Everyday
Potions ~ Every Day
Transfiguration ~ Three Times a week


Mathias liked most of his classes, but he really felt he could do without History of Magic. The teacher was a ghost, Professor Binns who seemed to have only one tone and never asked any questions. He just talked, talked, talked from the beginning of class until the end of it. History that should have been exciting was plain boring, and Mathias had a hard time staying awake. And he had to go every single day.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was interesting too. A really cool teacher named Mr. Delaluci taught it. He wasn't a Professor, but he had violet eyes that he could turn completely black. He was tall, broad and blonde with bushy eyebrows and he smiled a lot. Most of the witches were already in love with him. He showed them a boggart on their second day. It was locked in a closet and took on the appearance of whatever the student was afraid of most.

Jasmine's boggart turned into a replica of herself, but her hair was all frizzy, she was dressed in rags, and dirty. The witch screamed and ran away. James Potter's boggart was very scary, it turned into his father. He was dead. James just stared at it. He couldn't cast the Riddikulus spell. Mathias felt a little bad for him. But just a little…it was just a boggart after all.

Edwina Longbottom's boggart turned into Professor Snape, which Mathias thought was really cool. She cast the riddikulus spell and put him in a pink tutu with a tiara and a fairy wand with a star on top in his pale hand. He started prancing around the room, kicking his legs up and mincing about on his toes. He was pretty good, actually. All the Slytherins were very pissed off at her, while all the Gryffindor students, including Mr. Delaluci, howled with laughter.

Mathias didn't get a chance to go, which he was very disappointed about, because he had no idea what he was scared of the most, but when Mr. Delaluci went to put the boggart away, it turned into a very pregnant witch in a wedding dress. The teacher's face turned completely white and he blasted the boggart back into the closet, slamming the door behind it.

It seemed the riddikulus spell wasn't the only one that worked on boggarts.

Astronomy was all right, but required them to go to the Astronomy Tower at midnight to gaze at the stars. Professor Sinistra taught it, naming the constellations and telling stories about them.

Herbology was really interesting. Professor Sprout showed them how to harvest Snapdragons, which were very supple plants about two feet high with green, scaly-looking blooms that looked like dragon heads, and two flexible jagged leaves. They snapped viciously at anything that came close and shot out little tongues of fire. They could easily bite off a finger.

Professor Sprout sprayed it with a solution of Dragonsbane, which made the plant go stock still, then quickly grabbed it by the back of the bloom and the stem, then yanked it out of the pot. Once they were out of the soil, Snapdragons lost their snap. But you had to move fast. Dragonsbane worked only about five seconds.

The snapdragons were for show though. They wouldn't be working with any dangerous plants until their second year.

Transfiguration class was all right, but Mathias saw immediately that the teacher, Professor McGonagall clearly favored the Gryffindors. She awarded them more than fifty points while Slytherin only got ten. Mathias didn't hold it against her, however. She was the Head of Gryffindor House after all, and wasn't nearly as bad as Professor Snape, who outrageously gave the Gryffindors what for every chance he got. They needed her to help get the points he took back.

Charms was interesting, just because Professor Flitwick ended up getting accidentally spelled. He was so little that anything could make him fly across the room. The second day, he was teaching the class the Wingardium Leviosa spell, and was lifted to the ceiling by Boyle when he tried to cast the spell on a large feather. His aim must have been off. At least he did the spell successfully. Mathias dumbed himself down in Charms class, pretending to struggle like the other students before casting the simple spells. Life was much easier that way.

Potions was the best class. Professor Snape ruled with an iron wand. Mathias liked to watch him stride back and forth across the room, scowling, his robes billowing as he taught the class. He also liked when he demonstrated how to brew, his hands careful and meticulous as he cut, chopped and added ingredients to the cauldron, all the while keeping up a running dialogue, explaining what he was doing, and the properties of the items he was working with. He was very clean too, alternating between chopping and scourgifying his workspace and the tools he used. Mathias watched him very carefully and tried to emulate everything he did when he had them make a simple base for a healing potion. Only three ingredients were involved and it gave the Professor a chance to see how they worked.

But woe to the student who made stupid mistakes. The Professor could not abide dunderheads in the least.

"If you're not sure what to do, ask me," he said to the class imperiously. "Don't add an ingredient or stir a mixture if you are not sure what it will do."

Of course, the students didn't listen. They were scared to ask him anything because of how he glared at them. Mathias thought that was pretty stupid. Who cared how he looked as long as he told you what to do? The Professor had glared at him several times when he repeatedly asked him questions, once even saying he was as annoying as his mother had been. Mathias didn't care. He wanted to know how to make the potion correctly. He didn't take the Professor's reactions personally. He instinctively knew that's just how the wizard was with everyone. And the Gryffindors got it worse, which made him feel infinitely better.

James Potter lost Gryffindor House fifteen points for speaking without raising his hand. He got a lecture on classroom etiquette, punctuated with comments about him being as thick and attention seeking as his father and grandfather. The Professor really let him have it. James was red as a beet by the time he left Potions. Mathias felt like building the Professor a shrine. James was so used to everyone fawning all over him, Mathias thought he needed to be given a dose of reality. Professor Snape certainly did that.

"Aren't you coming to breakfast?" Charles asked Mathias, hovering over the bed. Gerald joined him, looking at the pale wizard expectantly.

Mathias' black eyes rested on them for a moment. He folded up his schedule and set it on the night stand by his bed, then looked back at the pair.

"Yes, but you can go ahead. I don't need an entourage to go eat," he replied.

He wasn't trying to hang out with his roommates. They had both laughed when Boyle tried to beat him up. Mathias was very like Severus when it came to holding grudges. He didn't forget and didn't forgive easily.

"What's an entourage?" Boyle asked, barreling up and looking at Mathias stupidly.

"You three," Mathias answered him, rolling his eyes. What an idiot.

Boyle processed this.

"Oh," he said, shrugging. "Let's go then."

The three wizards exited the room.

"Mathias is stuck up," Gerald commented as they walked down the stairs. "He thinks he's better than us."

"Fuck him," Boyle said, "He's anti…anti…"

"Antisocial?" Charles offered.

"Yeah. That," Boyle replied.

"Not with Jasmine," Gerald observed as they walked into the common room, avoiding the older students who tried to bump into them purposely as they headed for the exit. "He talks to her."

Boyle scowled at Gerald.

"He talks to Jasmine?" he asked Gerald.

"Yep. They were in a conversation when we went to the Great Hall. He was sitting next to her and everything," Gerald replied.

Actually, Jasmine had sat down next to Mathias and started talking to him.

"Well, he'd better leave her alone. My dad said I was to look out for her," Boyle said, frowning. "Like he used to look out for her father."

"She seemed to like him. She was smiling at him," Gerald said as they entered the dungeon corridor and walked toward the main hall.

"I don't care. Mathias is an antisocial weirdo. She doesn't need to hang around him. I'm going to tell her too," Boyle said.

Gerald and Charles looked at each other. Boyle was big but Jasmine was something else.

A very rich and spoiled witch used to having her way. If she wanted to talk to Mathias, then that's what she was going to do.

"Er…I don't know if that's smart, Boyle. Jasmine's kind of used to doing what she wants. I've been to her house. Her dad lets her do anything she wants. She might not like you telling her what to do," Charles said, looking a bit worried.

"My dad said I was to look after her. She'll listen when she realizes that's what I'm doing," Boyle said confidently. "I'll tell her at breakfast to stay away from Mathias."

Both Gerald and Charles shook their heads.

"If that's what you want to do, Boyle. Just wait until I get a couple of seats away, all right?" Charles said.

Boyle frowned at his roomies. Jasmine was a witch. Witches listened to wizards. His mother jumped anytime his dad said a word…if she didn't she knew what she'd get. Not that he'd hit Jasmine though. But he could make her listen.

Boyle was making a rather large mistake. Maybe in the small universe of his household wizards ruled, but in the real world…it was witches all the way. They were subtle though and knew how to do it so the men never really knew. Yet, there were times to be subtle and times to let the claws out.

Boyle was heading into a rakefest.

The wizards turned into the Main Hall and headed for breakfast. Boyle pulled open the double doors and looked at the Slytherin table. Yes, there was Jasmine, surrounded by several other first year girls.

"Watch this," he said to Gerald and Charles confidently.

He walked up to the table and stood behind Jasmine. All the first year witches looked at him, scowling at his proximity. Boyle was an oaf. A big oaf.

"Jasmine, I need to talk to you," he said in a gruff, no-nonsense voice.

Jasmine turned around in her seat, her ice blue eyes raking over the wizard.

"What could you possibly have to say to me, Boyle?" she asked him, her nose wrinkling up in distaste.

"My dad told me to look out for you. I don't want you talking to Mathias. He's bad news," the wizard said, folding his arms.

Jasmine stared at him, as did the witches with her, their eyes narrowing.

"What?" she asked him, incredulously.

"You're not to talk to Mathias," he said again.

Jasmine swung her legs over the bench and stood up, her fists clenched at her sides.

"How dare you try to tell me whom to associate with you big troll!" she yelled at him.

Boyle looked shocked. This wasn't how his mother reacted when his father told her what to do. The other witches gathered around him.

"Yeah! Who do you think you are to tell Jasmine who she can talk to?" one of the witches demanded.

"You aren't her father," another red-haired Slytherin witch informed him.

"If you think you are going to follow me around like your dad followed my father, you are crazy! I don't need you to look after me!" Jasmine seethed. "And if you try, I will hex you into next week, you dolt!"

She pushed him and Boyle staggered back.

Gerald and Charles watched as the witches surrounded Boyle, yelling, screaming and pushing him. The big wizard didn't know what to do. He couldn't hit witches.

"You're supposed to listen," Boyle said to Jasmine lamely as the witches drove him back. The noise attracted the attention of the staff table.

Severus was watching the scenario before him, calmly chewing a piece of bacon. Professor McGonagall, who was seated down the table a bit, leaned forward.

"Professor Snape, don't you think you should do something about this? They're your charges after all," she said, looking from him to the crowd of witches around Boyle.

Severus looked at the witch, then back at the stricken wizard.

"Professor McGonagal, Mr. Goyle is learning an important lesson. That a wizard should never make demands of a witch when she is surrounded by reinforcements. They are hard enough to handle when they are by themselves," he said silkily. "He'll be fine."

He picked up another piece of bacon and watched as the witches drove Boyle from the Great Hall, pushing and browbeating the wizard until he had no choice but to retreat. They followed him to the double doors and pulled them closed behind him, then walked back to the Slytherin table, Jasmine leading the way, all of them clucking and cackling angrily about Boyle's nerve as they sat down and started their breakfasts.

Gerald shook his head.

"Poor Boyle. We tried to tell him," he said to Charles, who was staring at the witches wide-eyed.

"They're dangerous when they're in a pack like that," Charles replied, "He's lucky he survived."

The wizard pulled a platter of toast and jam towards him and put a couple of slices on his plate, then slid it over to Gerald, who took a few pieces as well.

"I guess he's going to have to tell his dad he was fired before he was hired," Gerald said, biting into the toast, jam lining his lips as he chewed.

Severus shook his head as he looked at the cackling young witches. They certainly started young. Mr. Goyle had just survived his first foray into the henhouse. He was lucky it only cost him his breakfast.

At that moment, Mathias pushed open the double doors and walked up the aisle toward the Slytherin table. All the witches stopped cackling and looked at him, then at Jasmine, who gave a slow smile. Severus didn't like it a bit.

As the young wizard walked by, all the witches said in unison, "Hi, Mathias!"

The wizard paused, his black eyes washing over the smiling witches. He had no idea why they were all smiling at him, but decided he'd rather have witches smiling at him than wizards. Mathias gave them a small smile and continued on. They all giggled uncontrollably as he sat down.

Severus watched as Jasmine separated herself from the crowd, strolled over and sat down beside his son. She said something to him, and Mathias nodded. She pulled a platter over and started filling both hers and the young wizard's plates.

"And he's just eleven," the Potions Master mused to himself. "Maybe I'd better include first years in the annual sexual education seminar this year."

Severus watched as Jasmine fed a reluctant Mathias a bit of toast with jam and shook his head.

His son was in for an interesting time at Hogwarts.

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A/N: Lol. Poor Boyle. I thought it might be interesting to see what Mathias thought about his classes. Jasmine's wasting no time getting close to Mathias, who seems to have an innate appreciation of witches. Please review.