 To be continued... That's Rough Buddy | Be the Flower | Moon & Stars
It was odd.
The hot, bubbling feeling inside his chest. It burned all the way to his palms to his curling knuckles. Every time the scene replayed in his mind, the boy’s fingers flexed; they’d curl and straighten.
Straighten...curl...straighten...curl.
His fists itched.
Legs that were now longer than the year before - legs that took longer strides - stalked into the platform after his run in through the wall. The rush he would get whenever he saw the Hogwarts Express momentarily extinguished. The excitement dulled by the lava of emotions building up inside.
“Cornelius, get back here.” At the sound of his father’s voice, the curly haired boy planted his feet on the ground and swiveled around. Green eyes filled with fury, lips curled. Such an unusual sight for a Cornelius Orion Baltazar. Or for any Baltazar for that matter.
“Are you really going to defend that jerk?! He grabbed Mum. Y’know, your wife.” Cornelius wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down. He couldn’t The anger was far too fresh, far too new he didn't know how to control it. Stupid paparazzi. Stupid famous family life.
“Of course, I'm not,” Xavier replied, much more subdued than his son. All too familiar and wise to let the fourteen year old rile him up in public. He couldn’t afford another stunt. “There are other ways of handling this type of situations. Now we may possibly face a lawsuit.”
“Is that all that worries you? A law suit?” The boy absently stepped closer to his dad. Not quite as tall, but will eventually one day tower over the man. “Or your precious reputation? Why not buy everyone that was present? That’ll save you from all the embarrassment. Better yet, buy tomorrow's headlines: Xavier and Son Make Up.”
His dad’s face turned pink. Then red. The deep maroon.
“I will not let you disrespect me in that manner, Cornelius. I’ve no idea where you get all this imagination from, but you better stop.”
“Oh yeah?” The boy folded his arms across his chest, eyes dancing with defiance. “Or what, you’ll hit me agai--”
“Utter another disrespectful phrase at your father and I swear, Cornelius Orion Baltazar, you will not board that train.” His mother’s cool, velvet voice came from behind his dad. Soon a blonde woman with bright red lips and steel gray eyes stepped around him; her face stern and smooth like porcelain.
Crud.
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