next time, he'll take longer.

...he's a firm believer in the philosophy of treatin' them mean to keep them keen.

and oh, look there he is.

so, him calling him evil and insulting his school was, what? flirting?

...hmm, interesting.

/ thank you ! ♥️👏🏼😘

correct.
who taught me what exactly?

dark families? please, do not make me laugh.

my parents have made mistake but to hold their past against them is hardly what 'good' person would do. is it?

mother. hogwarts methods are... different. he would look as if he couldn't handle it, as if he was looking for an easy route.
he refuses for that to be the image of him.

he's pursing his interest which is to be the best, the strongest.

she's truly the best.

he will consider it.
but he doubts he'd be welcome back kindly should he leave. his professors would see it as an insult.

he's going to be greedy and ask for both.

he's happy with his choice. besides its a touch late to seek out a different school.

...less talk of school. it's holiday after all.

as does hogwarts or any other magical institution worth its salt.
unlike most, dumstrung doesn't pretend not to.

a simple phrase does not make one evil.

dark arts aren't just for evil wizards. to understand magic, you need to understand ALL of it. even the bad parts.

" suck up."
he muttered, eyeing his sister with a bemusement twinkling in his eyes.

" hullo, auntie 'storia. "

-- make assumptions about who they think he is.

he opted not to say what he thought. which was that he'd rather have his balls kicked before setting his foot in beauxbatons.

... he's no interest in hogwarts.
he's worked hard and he's made friends...a life there.

Besides he doesn't wish to endure the stares and whispers of people who--

suppressing a groan, peering up at his sister.
" ah ah. I think the word you're looking for is 'wonderful'.

it's wonderful to see me."

a ghost of a smile as he crossed over to his sister.

" what? no hug?"

Pray tell. How did he get to this conclusion?

" manka. "
the Bulgarian accent coloring his words, the language falling past his lips as easy as breath.

" hello, mum."

little hesitation, arms instantly seeking their way around her middle and draw her close. her scent and warmth causing a breath of calm to escape his lips.

they've been over this.
dumstrung is known for their great quidditch match. their wandless magic class has turned out amazing wizards.
he'd be a fool not to go.

... that's why there are portkeys, or they could move to Bulgaria.

/ I DID IT !! ISN'T HE THE MOST HANDSOME BOYY??