章 249: Crossdressers Ⅲ
By dinnertime, there wasn't a single student at Hogwarts that didn't know what Damian Mulciber and Evan Avery had done. There were so many snickers and sneers from the Slytherin side of things that the two boys wisely remained in their dorm room and did not go down to dinner that night. However, halfway through dinner, two men burst in through the front entrance doors.
Loud voices could be heard as Professor Dumbledore arose from the staff table to greet both men and take them up to the headmaster's office. The instant the two men passed by the entrance of the Great Hall countless students' necks were craning in their direction. A good portion of the purebloods instantly recognized the two wizards and hastily began to gossip that they are the fathers of Damian Mulciber and Evan Avery.
Which in turn started an entire new burst of whispered conversations as they all wondered, just what exactly the men are doing at Hogwarts? The students were not the only ones who were curious as more than a few ghosts popped out to see what the whole hullaballoo was about, while several figures from various portraits hurried back to their frame in the headmaster's office to listen in.
Professor Albus Dumbledore escorted both men to his office, before taking a seat before them. A burst of red and golden feathers could be seen flashing through the air as Fawkes glided down from his perch to rest on the backseat of the headmaster's chair. "Gentlemen, how may I help you this evening?" Dumbledore asked his long-ago students.
The thinner, sharp-faced wizard with a widow's peak much like his son purses his lips. "Professor, we are here to learn about the incident that occurred today regarding our sons," Avery Sr. stiffly replied.
The handsome, mostly golden-haired Mulciber Sr. icily adds, "We just wish to be sure that our offspring are safe here, Professor."
"Both of our sons are perfectly safe and unharmed, gentlemen," Dumbledore smoothly replied. "However, I fear that the culprits regarding the incident of this afternoon are your own sons. It was an ill-timed hoax, but no one was harmed in their prank."
Avery Sr. frowns and with some distaste says, "I was given to understand that our sons dressed as women and requested to be-, kissed by members of the male population."
"That is indeed correct," Dumbledore cheerfully answered. "I'm sure it's merely boy's being boys. There was no harm done, beyond their pride."
"Are you saying that my son is BENT, Professor?" Mulciber Sr. said with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"I have no idea, if the two boys are so inclined," Dumbledore smoothly responded. "However, if they are experimenting in regard to their preference, well, they are at that age to do so."
Mulciber Sr. looks as though he wants to strangle Dumbledore for suggesting such a thing from his son, but Avery Sr. strongly squeezes his shoulder reminding him of just where he is. Grinding his teeth for a moment, Mulciber Sr. forces a polite expression on his face. "In that case, Headmaster I shall remove my son this very evening. It would seem that the atmosphere of Hogwarts is not conducive toward his learning."
"I see," Dumbledore murmured. "Very well, I shall let Professor Slughorn know and have your son meet you before the front entrance."
"For my son as well," Avery Sr. interrupted. "I think it's best he distances himself from Hogwarts lest the negative experience affects his schooling."
"If you believe that is in the best interest of your sons, gentlemen, I shall not argue with either of you," Dumbledore hummed as he rose to his feet with his knees loudly creaking. "I shall not escort either of you to the front hall as I believe the both of you know the way."
Mulciber Sr. hides a sneer as he whirls around with his robes flapping behind him, while Avery Sr. stiffly nods his head in thanks to Dumbledore before swiftly following after. Both men are rather perturbed for various reasons as they make their way to the front hall.
Pacing somewhat anxiously Mulciber Sr. says, "You don't believe it is true, do you, Avery?"
"What is?" Avery Sr. bluntly asked having been lost in his thoughts.
"That our sons," Mulciber Sr. paused to carefully words his next statement. "That our sons lean towards those sorts of perversions."
"Even if that is not the case, word has already reached the ears of other pureblood families," Avery Sr. sighed in resignation. "No pureblood family will wed their daughters to either of our sons with this incident cast over them. No, it's best that they be sent overseas and find a pureblood bride there."
"I see," Mulciber Sr. stiffly concluded. "I suppose it's better they wed foreign pureblood witches than a lesser type of witch."
"There is a thriving branch of Avery's in France. And I do believe my son will do well at Beauxbatons," Avery Sr. matter-of-factly stated.
"I suppose," Mulciber Sr. said with a barely concealed sneer. "I have family to the north of the continent. It will be best if my boy attends Durmstrang. I originally wished for him to go when he came of age, but his mother would not have it. The foolish weak-willed witch wanted her son close by."
The two men nod in accord having come to an unspoken agreement regarding their sons. It was best that the two boys do not stay together nor much less see each other until they are of age. And if luck would have it, the two boys would wed a proper foreign pureblood witch.
The two wizards did not have to wait long as soon the figure of their old potions professor and head of house could be seen, Professor Slughorn. The well-dressed older wizard with a gleaming bald head and a very wispy crown of silver rather than strawberry-colored hair happily waddled over to them. His gooseberry-colored eyes gleam as he tugs on his slightly silver, strawberry-colored mustache, all the while twiddling the golden button on his waistcoat.
"Mr. Mulciber and Mr. Avery, it is a pleasure to see you lads," Professor Slughorn smoothly said.
"Professor," Both men drily replied.
Professor Slughorn beams as he sticks out his stomach with joy at being remembered by two such powerful pureblood former students. "I'll leave the boys here with you," Professor Slughorn quickly said noting the stiff expressions of his former students. Not wanting to outstay his welcome, he hurriedly waddles away without so much as a goodbye.
The two fathers in question look over their sons. Damian Mulciber seems enraged, while Evan Avery is rather pale and melancholy as he looks down at the floor. Without another word, each man grabs their son's trunk as their sons follow right after them. They were in luck as Hagrid had kindly put together two carriages for the two men to ride down to Hogsmeade with their sons.
Each wizard elegantly climbed into the carriage as Damian Mulciber climbed in the carriage right after his father without even saying goodbye to his once-called friend. Evan Avery fidgets for a moment where he stands, before staring a bit longingly at Hogwarts as the Mulciber carriage drives off immediately.
"Evan," Avery Sr. called out before Evan Avery climbed into the carriage with his father.
The carriage quickly sets off across the cobblestones as Evan Avery keeps his gaze on the floor. Seeing his son so very despondent, Avery Sr. quietly asks, "Well, what is the truth regarding the matter that occurred this afternoon?"
Evan Avery looks guilty down at his hands. "I, er, we tried to duel with someone, and they just got back at us, that's all," Evan Avery sheepishly confessed.
"And just who were the two of you dueling?" Avery Sr. asked not all convinced by his sons' feeble explanation.
Evan Avery flushes in embarrassment and faintly mutters, "Rowan Prince."
"Prince?" Avery Sr. muttered. "The half-blood granddaughter of Reginald Prince?"
"Yes," Evan Avery sullenly mumbled.
Avery Sr. frowns and says, "The Prince's are not to be tangled with regardless of their gender. They tend to be rather good duelers given their bloodline. But I suppose I should be satisfied by the fact that nothing else happened to you."
"You're not angry, Father?" Evan Avery asked as he peeked at his father.
"I am most displeased," Avery Sr. confessed. "However, you are my son. And regardless of your stupidity and your foolish actions, I will stand at your side."
"Thank you, Father," Evan Avery gratefully said.
"Yes, well, we both know that your actions today have made it impossible to stay at Hogwarts," Avery Sr. bluntly stated. "I have already sent word to our cousins in France and they will come and take you tomorrow morning. Our cousins have already agreed to be your hosts and to take care finer details required in order to enroll you at Beauxbatons by the end of the week."
"Yes, Father," Evan Avery dutifully answered.
Avery Sr. nods his head in satisfaction at the lack of his son's protests at the transfer. The rest of the ride is rather silent and full of thoughts. And that of what tomorrow would bring.
クリエイターの想い 
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EsliEsma There are eight magical schools that we know of in the wizarding world. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Scotland), Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (France), Castelobruxo (Central Brazil), Durmstrang Institute (Northern Europe), Ilvermorny (Eastern North America), Mahoutokoro School of Magic (Japan), Uagadou School of Magic (Uganda), and Koldovstoretz (Russia) – Not on the map. But JK does state there is a total of eleven, but the other three schools remain unmentioned. https://www.wizardingworld.com/writing-by-jk-rowling/wizarding-schools
Where would you want to attend?
My answer: Ilvermorny would be my school. But personally, I'd like to transfer and attend Mahoutokoro or Beauxbatons. I did consider Castelbruxo, but I'm terrible with humidity.
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