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~One year earlier~
I never liked my father's office very much. Every time I was dragged in there it was the same story; "son, your school called," or "the nanny said. . ." The same story with the same ending "don't do it again." Of course my side of the story never mattered. Everyone just assumed it was me who was the trouble maker. Usually the story would end with some empty threat from my father, something along the lines of sending me to boarding school ,or whatever he'd come up with off the top of his head. No scroll for a week, no going out tonight, grounded for a month. Not that it mattered, I didn't have friends anyway.
Once again I found myself in my father's study. The office was small enough with only two people in it, so it was barely possible to breathe with three. A strange man sat next to me as my father signed away the papers to my future. The stranger looked as if he was trying to be young, even when he clearly wasn't. His hair was silvery-white in an almost hipster cut, glasses way too small for his face rested at the tip of his nose, and a scarf that just screamed "help me I'm old" wrapped around his neck. The man seemed to have a coffee addiction as he was on his second cup in the small hour he'd been here. Yup, it had been an hour already. It felt like a year.
I could hear my father's leg tapping impatiently as he struggled to sit still. He was aching to hurry up the process. The man with the silvery hair continued to sip his coffee patiently as he watched my dad sign the documents. He must have been the calmest man I had ever met. I wondered what his secret was. I didn't have much time to contemplate because father interrupted my thoughts.
"Is this all you need?" My father's voice cracked, but not out of concern for me. He was losing it because a stranger had been in his office for too long. Father liked his privacy. I often wondered how he had even met my mother in the first place. Not that their relationship did so well. The strange man inspected the documents making sure they were signed in all the right places.
"Yes, this will do. My only request is to have a word alone with your son. Would you mind?" The man gently placed the coffee mug on the coaster. I had to admit that watching my father awkwardly jerk out of his chair was extremely amusing. His posture was stiff as he strode towards the door, stopping briefly before giving a slight nod of his head. That must have killed him, having to leave his reckless son and a stranger in his oh-so-precious office all alone. The look on his face screamed the words I knew he wanted to say: Get out . . . now. As he closed the door a small feeling of pride filled me; I knew it killed him to do that. There was no greater way to hurt my father than to force him to leave his office.
"So young man, you'll be coming to my school. I just have one concern. . . " Here it came, it always happened this way. "You will be cleaning up your act, yes?" There it was. I had been trying to clean up my act for years, the only problem was that everyone else seemed to have given up on me. They didn't think I could change. The fingers always pointed at me.
"Yes sir. . ." I attempted a smile, hoping it didn't look like I was trying too hard. I only wanted to tell this man what he wanted to hear. There was no need to elaborate on small details. I highly doubted he cared.
"Very well. I will see you at the start of the school year. Till then. " He rose and seemed to know where he was going but I escorted him to the entrance anyway. The house was, after all, huge.
"Thank you sir. I look forward to my top of the line education," I called out the door as he walked to his car. Closing the door I couldn't help but hide behind it, relieved of the conversation.
~O~
I took a moment to myself, it was necessary. Once I had gathered my courage I went back to family dinner. I hadn't missed much. As soon as my father saw me he found some excuse to leave. He was probably worried that I had destroyed his office in the ten minutes he was gone. I guess it hadn't been the best idea to come back to dinner. It was the same scene every night. My father would sit and pray with the rest of the family before finding some excuse to run back to his office. I knew that I, at least, had stopped listening to his bullshit a long time ago. My mother and sister were another story. My mother would sit and silently eat her dinner till she couldn't take it anymore. Every night she would drop her fork down in anger and without a word, she would leave too. That left sister and I. Sometimes we'd talk, other times we'd sit, eat and clean up without even exchanging a glance. Tonight was one of the former. Mother was barely gone two minutes when sister spoke up.
"So, I guess that it's official then?" Anger. I could hear the anger in her voice.
I felt as if I had done wrong. Had I chosen wrong on my school, my future?
"Yes . . ." My voice came out a cracked whisper. She flung down her fork. At that moment she reminded me so much of my mother, it was almost scary. "This way we can fight together in the tournament . . ." I was just making things worse and I knew it.
"First years can't fight second years' dummy!" She screamed and stomped out of the room. She didn't know what she was talking about. Beacon would be good for me, way better then Haven Academy.
AN
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(I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to use names in this chapter.)
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