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Frankly, Norman didn’t care to know the intruder’s name. He’d only asked so he’d have a name to cross-reference with a list of known Board members to make sure this guy was who he said he was… that and to hopefully fluster him and make him feel less important. And it seemed to work! It was impossible not to feel some level of self-satisfaction at the man’s stammering, though no emotion showed on his face.
Although he was reasonably confident he could take on this idiot himself if it came down to it - he’d faced much scarier than this Bitterwood fellow before - he was glad to see Kazmi join him. He acknowledged the headmaster’s presence with a look but said nothing for now. There was no need to reiterate the demand for Bitterwood’s wand. The excuses went in one ear and out the other, but that was the lesser of two evils at the moment. As long as the blithering idiot kept blithering, he wasn’t carrying out… whatever he came here to do!
Yes, and thank Merlin for that! The situation could’ve turned out very differently, Norman thought, fighting the urge to scoff as Bitterwood insisted no one got hurt or died, though he didn’t voice those thoughts. The students and Leanne had gotten the point across just fine without his help! It was what Bitterwood said next that was more concerning. By the way he talked, it appeared that either this issue went deeper than him or he’d tricked other Board members into helping him. Either scenario was worrisome! “Who did you have send the plant?” he questioned. “What did you tell them about its nature, and how did you get them to cooperate with you?”
Norman’s dark head whipped around at the sound of spells being cast, and for the first time since the intruder darkened their doorstep, he felt a faint tinge of panic. With every wand raised, they played into Bitterwood’s hand. He could just hear the idiot spinning some tale about being attacked! Or worse… he could retaliate if all of those spells missed their mark. Well, Norman wasn’t giving him that chance! Drawing his own wand - drawing but not pointing it at anything, he looked back at Bitterwood with eyes warning him not to even think about retaliating. He hoped that if all else failed, Bitterwood would see his wand first and assume the spells came from him, not the students!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |