What did he want from them? He wanted them to obey orders, follow rules, and not be rebellious monsters. That was what Julian Scrimgeour wanted from them. But, apparently, that was too difficult for the young Hufflepuff to understand, which was a pity as the man was certain a Troll could comprehend that much.
The headmaster let out a low grunt as the boy spewed out word after word after word. The only words that rang in the man's head over and over were 'send me home if ya must.'
Wish granted. The old man was done dealing with the child. He wasn't worth all of this trouble. He was a lost cause.
"Pack your bags, Prichard. You are, as of this moment, expelled for your incapacity to hold your tongue, your failure to hold yourself accountable for your own actions, and your lack of respect for those of authority. You will be leaving in the morning at the crack of dawn. I don't want to hear another word out of you. Go."
He stood there, his cold eyes glaring at the boy. All he wanted to see was that boy walk down that corridor and out of his sight for good in total silence.
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