𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬.

adaptation is a necessary aspect of survival.

( and out of the classroom he goes, mumbling as he shuts the door ) At least I don’t replace people’s mothers.

Rupert is gently taking the other man’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. “Could be better. Not sure what’s worse at the moment, the students or Corban.”

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor, it’s not me. ( a shrug, maintaining the cockiness. ) I would NEVER do such a thing to you.

Nothing, Professor. I don’t have any problems at all, I’m a wonderful student. :)

“They’re horrible sometimes, aren’t they? I swear they’re like dogs, the full moon only makes them misbehave more.” He shakes his head.

hmm. ( look at that cocky little grin, he’s a troublemaker through and through, not easily controlled. troubled. ) no.

Rupert smiles, walking beside him out to the Hogwarts gardens. “So how have your classes been today?”

or what?

you can’t tell me what to do-

( no answer, but he’s staring at him. )

oh um — sure, why not? I would like that.

he’s just an angsty teenager, he’ll get over it soon.

( a swift turn on his heel, a brow raising. his cold persona is showing through, he’s shutting off all emotion. ) yes, Professor?

Well uhh - sorry?? And good luck?

( a scoff as he shook his head, barging past the professor. )

Corban, my eldest. Don’t think he’s overly happy either. . .

professor.

Only one of them — he wouldn’t stop pestering me.