Hesitantly the boy that was riding on a rather expensive broomstick flied sighting towards the ground. He must be a year of ten or so. When he had landed, he swooped his half long hair out of his face while looking with a malicious twinkle in his eyes towards the man that had been calling from the open backdoor in which he stood with a stern expression on his face.
'eh.. Father', the boy said without letting any emotions shine through the tone of his voice, 'Why should I care about the muggle filth seeing me? It is a nice day, won't you agree? So I considdered it would get me a nice panorama If I went to investigate the landscape from above.'
'Now, now, Regalis,' The man replied seriously, 'I thought I made it clear enough that the trees around the estate needs to grow just that little more to also conceal the sky, so that the muggles won't see anything well... inappropriate.'
The slender boy who was standing with his broomstick in his hand faced his father while letting out a cough of annoyance. 'You didn't got me an answer Father. Why should I care anything about what the muggles do or do not see? I mean, if they do not believe in magic, so be it then,, but I have no intentions to hide my wizardhood and everything that comes with it from stupid ignorant muggle fools.'
'Mind your manners, Malcolm,' the man said sternly, 'You know verry well, that I do not agree with these methods of muggleprotection that the Ministry advises, but I tell you one thing, and I tell you this once more, that we will get ourselves in big trouble if we do not oblige by these stupid laws of theirs.'
The young black haired boy huffed slighly and said in an irritated manner, 'Then why should you and Mother have given me that broom for my birthday, if there is no way to use it regularly?'
'Patience son, have patience,' the man said, 'don't you remember that I was working on having these trees grow a bit faster so that you can get as much flying experience as you desire? It takes some time though. Anyway, there just came an owl for you.'
'Really Father?' asked the boy while not being able to keep the twinkle of enthousiasm out of his opal eyes, 'May I please see what it'd brought?'
'Well of course' the man said, while bringing a hand towards his robe pocket.
When the hand came back into sight it held an envelope that seemed to be made from a folded and seeled piece of parchment. Not that the boy noticed the material being quite a bit unusual, not at all, although he didn't recieved that much letters, he reckoned such an envelope as being Wizarding in nature. As he took the letter from his father, he didn't really take notice of the curly green words which whom the envelope was adressed.
Malcolm Regalis Haine,
Haine Estate, Eastern Outskirts,
Takeley, Essex.
However, when he flipped the envelope, the sight of a marvelous wax seal was stamped against the back side, a stamp which showed a crest of some sort. It seemed to be divided in four parts, and there were two ribbonlike things stamped around the edges of the top and bottom of the actual crest, on which was readable, HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.
'So this is the crap' murmured the boy softly while quickly scanning the first of the two parchments the envelope held.
the other, the man, just nodded while muttering 'manners, Malcolm, when do you learn.'
Not that the boy was paying attention to the muttered correction of his father. He pulled the second parchment to the front and while he eyed the list of supplies and equipment to acquire, he spat, 'hmpf, we aren't even allowed to bring snakes along, what a worthless school this is.'
'Mind your manners, Regalis, or I'll teach you how to.' said the man in a raised voice. 'I am aware that you are going to nowhere without the companionship of Noir, however, none of the wizarding schools, that is Beauxbattons and Durmstrang, do currently allow snakes, and as your mother and I do not have enough time in order for homeschooling you, you have to choose one of the top three schools in Europe in order to recieve proper education, meaning that you have to come over the fact that they don't allow the companionship of your dear snake.'
'I refuse' the boy said in an aggressive manner. 'There is no way in getting me to leave my dear Noir for more then twelve hours. You can forget about that Father, I'm not going.'
'Do I have to curse you into enrolment?' the man asked in a threatening way.
'I'll go if Noir can accompany me, and else, I still refuse, and there is no way to curse me into going, for I shall tell the Ministry what a pig my father is for cursing his own son'.
'Malcolm don't be silly, for you do know what the imperius curse can do.' the man stated simply
'And I know what the curse can't' replied the boy.
'and that is...?' the man challenged,
'it can't break or force a determined Will.' was the simple reply from the boy.
'and that is so true my son.' sighted the man in despair, 'well... then... maybe we should go look into ways on how to smuggle your Dear Snake in without being catched don't you agree? and then, when we once found a way, in which school do you desire to enrol?'
The slender boy with steep black hair thought for a moment, then answered 'well, as we live in England now, and as we descended from Great Founder Slytherin, I don't see why I should prefer any other school except for Hogwarts, although it is a bit of a shame that they have The Dark Arts on their banlist.'
at the last statement from the boy, the man who had been serious during the whole of the conversation couldn't withold a smirk. 'Do not worry Regalis,' he said assuringly, 'I can teach you those after you have finished your first year.'
The boy frowned while muttering 'as if I can wait that long.'
At that very moment the man opened his mouth in order to say something, but seemingly after a second thought he closed his mouth again, turned and wandered back into the house.