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demented_death_eater 
"Retire isn't in my vocabulary. Besides, who in Merlin's Beard are you?" Max asked and folded his arms across his chest. "Did I crush your head with a Bludger ten years ago? If I did, then the mediwizards must have replaced your missing grey matter with a bunch of hot air."
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Cassirin It was impossible to ignore the man seating himself in Max's chair, although Tate did his darnedest. He studied the flatware and his plate... and his napkin and his glass. Anything, really, to avoid conversation with the man.
He expected Max to hold his own, and he wasn't disappointed when the man finally arrived. Unfortunately, it just served to point out his own childish behavior, and Tate finally spoke up after terse words were exchanged between the two. "For Circe's sake, Max. We can't expect a Ministry employee to know how to behave with decorum, but just sit over here."
Tate kicked out the empty chair on his other side before turning his attention to Ikenna. The man was scary big, about the same size as Tate, which was unnerving to someone who sort of enjoyed towering over people. "Let's try to put on a happy face for the students, yes? No picking fights on the first day?" He was offering to keep his hands in his pockets too, so to speak.
Yes, fine. Gaellen Tate enjoyed a Muggle brawl from time to time.
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demented_death_eater Max was about to continue on his tirade when Tate finally spoke up. He listened and rolled his eyes. So the stupid git was a Ministry employee. 'Big deal,' he thought sarcastically as he resisted the urge to pull HIS chair out from under the man.
Thankfully, common sense prevailed and the Deputy Headmaster swallowed his pride.
"He started it," Max mumbled as he took the seat directly to Tate's left.
Luckily enough for Maximus Vindictus, the Headmaster had decided to speak up at last and force the boy with a Quaffle for a brain to surrender the chair that rightfully belonged to Ikenna Gevrik.
Amusement was clearly etched in the few visible creases near Ikenna's mouth. He may have even let out a soft rumble of laughter at the flying instructor's continued childish antics but did not pursue the matter.
After all, he
was rather proficient in the art of revenge.
"Pardon me," Ikenna dipped his head toward Tate. "
But I wouldn't consider myself a Ministry employee, exactly." He smiled politely and flicked his gaze toward the still slowly-rotating chair that had been something of a....joke.
Shame the staff at this school were such a sour lot. The chair disappeared into thin air as Ikenna gestured toward it with a lazy twirl of a few fingers on his dominant hand.
"I don't do happy faces, Tate," he addressed the Headmaster as if they were old acquaintances, even if they were the polar opposite.
"I happened to find your choice of deputy headmaster incredibly entertaining, if that is any consolation. I wonder if a few of the students enjoyed it as well."
Ikenna's dangerous eyes flitted out to the sea of young faces again. Young, fresh, easily-moulded minds. Mmmm. He may have been watching the students but he was most certainly listening to the two men seated nearest to him.