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Pinky
Damien sighed heavily. WHY did the child insist on speaking further? WHY? Setting his jaw he waited a moment, centering himself, before he spoke again. "It was a gust of wind, kid. No need to be so dramatic. Just pay the fine or you will have to appear before the Wizengamot. Like I said, I could have snapped that wand of yours for casting underage. Be grateful I saw fit to take pity," he said plainly. Now please be quiet! It's not like he WANTED to let the scummy old cultist go... he had NO CHOICE.
Clearing his throat as he dragged the Prefect onto the student area he nodded his head at Tate and said, "Forgot this one. I'ma talk to the Wizengamot about them leashes. See you lot at the check point." Smirk. He had already removed his hat and vanished it or he would have tipped at them all.
GAH. It stunk like... CHILDREN up there. Placing a hand over his mouth he turned on the spot and apparated to the check point. Buh Bye.
Patroclus fixed his outfit as he watched the man who had just rough-handed him across the party walk away. Yes he had been doing his job, but the perseptive prefect could help but realise that he had just dealt with a man who was married to his job, to the point where he had grown cold towards others. The LionBoy decided he wanted Prometheus to invite him around for dinner, or maybe set him up with a nice lady.
But all thoughts of match making were wiped clean from his head, as Patroclus heard the words of Lord Borr; No Owls or Newts!
Patroclus from that moment was lost! He could not do that to them, they had been working so hard, The Minister could not allow it, she was the sister of a former Professor, and had been a student once herself surely! He didn't know what to think, what to feel.....
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Originally Posted by
Cassirin
It wasn't really the time for persecuting his students, and Tate watched the Auror leave with a level look. He placed a heavy hand on Hudson's shoulder, drawing him to his side.
"Bigger fish to fry, lad. Those galleons don't mean a thing to you, so you might as well count it as a life lesson you can tell your children about someday. Make it a big, hairy story and impress some girl with it. But let it go." That was his theme of the day. Let it go.
Let go the injustices and the indignities. Let go the canceling of the tests that were sure to imperil the future of his current crop of fifth and seventh years.
Just get the kids home and help Max out of the mess he was in.
It was the weight on his shoulder that drew him back from the nothingness he was feeling.
Turning he saw it was Headmaster Tate that had him by the shoulder. And even though he had never been all that close to the man, in that moment he was forever grateful, he drank in everyword he was saying, he knew they all just had to move on and get out of here.
In a voice smaller than he ever thought was possible to pass from his own mouth he said,
"Thank you Sir" and he meant it, the day had been horrible, everything just felt wrong, but Tate's words seemed to ground him, strenght him from within, reassure him that everything would turn out OK.
He wanted to leave, so he stayed by Tates side and followed.