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Returning home wasn't quite so wondrous. After being at Beauxbatons, the Agreste manor was... sort void. Lifeless. Colorless. And quiet. So very quiet. Outside the rattle of the carriage he rode in, and the loud pound of hooves of the winged horses that pulled him along, Adrien couldn't hear anything past that. And looking out the window, he blinked, wondering if his home was always so grey and dark. Always so empty.
He was used to spotting someone lingering around in the gardens.
Used to seeing nymphs dance and sway, fill the air with lazy songs.
To hear the snorts and whinnies of winged horses, the faint cheers of their riders soaring the skies.
He was used to seeing wide variety of flowers and colors, not just dark plants and grey trunks as far as the eye can see.
Adrien slumped in his carriage, feeling torn. As delighted he was to see Nathalie and his father again, he already missed Beaxbatons and it's vibrancy.
With a sad frown, he slumped against the window, a pout on his lips.
He had a feeling this was going to be a long break.
When the carriage pulled to a stop, Adrien hopped out, looking towards the entry way to see Nathalie and his father standing before the doors, waiting for him. With a big smile and a burst of giddiness, Adrien dashed forward, unable to help the scaly wings bursting from his back as he dove for the two. Gabriel and Nathalie had a moment to be startled before they were tackled and wrapped in a clumsy, tight hug.
"I missed you two!" Adrien cried out, his wings flapping behind him, nearly knocking the two adults over.
"Adrien!" Gabriel cried, setting a hand on his son's blond head, while the other tried to push the wing back for space.
But Adrien just wanted to hug it out and his wings were echoing that, trying to push all three into a tight, awkward hug.
"Did you enjoy your time at Beauxbatons?" Nathalie managed out, also trying to ease the wing off.
She said the right words.
With an excited gasp, Adrien leapt back, much to the relief of the two, his wings spread wide as he proclaimed, "It's amazing! Beauxbatons is so big! And everyone's so nice! My doormates are amazing and I'm making lots of friends, and-"
There was an ungodly yowl from the carriage, one that left Adrien stiffening. "Plagg," he uttered, whipping around, he jumped into the air and flew back down to the carriage's side, mumbling apologies as he reached inside, wings curling against his back to better allow him access.
Gabriel and Nathalie stared, glasses a little array, clothes ruffled up.
Nathalie spared the wizard a glance. "Is, is the school aware-"
"I have not received anything in the mail of them being aware of his heritage," Gabriel stated, readjusting himself and making himself presentable. With a sigh, he said, "We'll have to work on him this break, secure that he doesn't get bursts like this again."
Nathalie nodded, blinking down at the black cat that darted past her and into the manor.
"Plagg!" Adrien called after the cat, "You're going to end up lost! Again!"
Nathalie considered getting some books on training cats. It looked like Adrien needed them.
Gabriel hummed as he rolled over the names of the students his son dormed with.
Two were purebloods, but sadly both were neither too appealing to be housed with his son.
Le Chien Kim was rowdy for a pureblood.
And Nino Lahiffe's mother was settling with a muggle.
And Gabriel was a bit concerned with how vague Adrien's been about his third dormmate, but the wizard decided to not push. It wasn't so much who his son dormed with that concerned him.
It was the witches he would meet.
Witches they needed to breed out the Veela blood, to return the Agreste line pure once again.
But sadly, the witches Adrien met, were few and unmemorable.
There was Rose and Juleka, from what Gabriel gathered, a halfblood and a muggleborn, respectively.
Mylene was another halfblood.
Alix and Chloe were the only purebloods that Adrien could name and recall, the former he barely interacted with, too intense for his emotional state, the other was a long time friend, one that seemed to make Adrien droop.
Not desiring Chloe as a daughter-in-law, Gabriel was more than happy to avoid talking about Mlle Bourgeois.
Gabriel does note that there was one name that was a near constant on Adrien's lips.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Gabriel watched his son smile like a fool, his eyes taking on a soft shine, his wings curling close to his body.
Gabriel could almost swear the boy looked smitten, which had to impossible, with him being eleven years old. Such feelings shouldn't spark till thirteen at the earliest. Till then, good pureblood children should simply look over and consider those around them, feel out those that appeal to them.
What about this little witch that sparked such a glow?
Who even was she.
Cheng.
Gabriel knew the last name Cheng.
Cheng were a famous wizarding family in China. A bit of a big clan.
This Marinette would be appealing, if there wasn't a sort of glaring touch to her.
Dupain-Cheng.
Gabriel knows there isn't any pureblood family that went by Dupain.
With Adrien making an effort to be vague on her heritage, Gabriel could speculate what she is.
With a sigh, he sipped his tea, listening to his son babble about his experiences at Beauxbatons, Marinette slipping out time to time. Gabriel suspects that he should nip this in the bud while he could, his son should truly be focusing on other purebloods, looking for an ideal wife and partner in this life. Someone he wouldn't mind spending his life with. Someone that could be a good addition to the Agreste family.
His father certainly pressured that of Gabriel.
Balzac had him looking even before Beauxbatons, looking through every social gathering he went too.
Balzac now grumbles in his letters, "I should've pushed harder. You could've been married by now, with many children. Not just a pup."
With how exhausting and energized Adrien can be, Gabriel is quite satisfied with his number of heirs.
And he can recall his own discomfort and confusion to looking at his peers, being more disheartened when he couldn't find someone that appealed to him, with most witches being too shifty or loud for his tastes.
...He can allow his son to enjoy this.
It was his first time in a school, his first time surrounded by children of all ages and origins.
It was likely just a fleeting crush.
It'll pass.
Adrien will see sense.
Maybe this halfblood would be a decent enough friend. Maybe if she married a pureblood, her children and Adrien's could marry and continue this promising line.
For now, though his father may disagree, Gabriel will allow Adrien's bliss.
It was just a first year crush.
It won't be everlasting.
Adrien peeked out and listened intently around the manor, waiting, just to be sure.
Nothing.
His father and Nathalie weren't around.
With a grin, Adrien slipped into the garden and stretched out. In a flare of fire, his wings burst forth, stretching with him, easily overshadowing the blond. With an eager crouch, Adrien pushed off into the air and took to the skies, letting his wings carry him higher and higher into the air.
As fun as it was to fly by broom, nothing could match this feeling of flying for himself, with his own wings.
Something he's been dying to do at Beauxbatons, but really couldn't with the need to keep his heritage a secret.
Here though, everyone that lived here knew. There was no one to hide from.
Though his father and Nathalie wouldn't like this.
Going as high as he could, Adrien delved into his inner daredevil, and nose dived down towards the Agreste gardens.
The wind slapped against him, whipping his hair about, making his eyes water, and his lips curl up into a gleeful smile. Before he got to close to the ground, his wings burst open and Adrien dancing and darted around the trees, gaining speed as he moved and flew, just allowing himself to simply fly.
Spotting the near lake, Adrien rose up and flew towards it. He skimmed along the surface, watching the water dip under his gust, the edge of his wings' tips tapping along the surface. Rising up a little, in a surge of whimsy, Adrien blew out a flame, just to feel like a dragon.
Only to find it backfire when the wind blew those embers back and his clothes caught aflame.
Adrien immediately ceased that flame and jerked to a stop, patting those flames out with his bare hands, the fire not hurting his skin at all. "Aw man," he mumbled, eyeing the burns on his clothes.
His father was not going to be pleased about this...
Gabriel gave a start when there was a dark being hopping onto his desk. He looked up, and met Plagg's slanted eyes, peering back at him with mild curiosity.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the little cat.
"Shoo," he uttered, giving the kitten a wave away.
The little shit blinked at him, then slowly stretched and flopped on his documents.
Gabriel twitched.
He really, truly wondered what possessed Adrien to choose this cat as his familiar.
Over the course of this week, this little cat has been nothing but a nuisance. He was loud, never listened, was never where he should be, was disrespectful, and possibly the worst familiar Gabriel had the displeasure of meeting.
And yet despite how insufferable the cat was, Adrien seemed to adore him.
Gabriel truly wonders how and why.
Personally, Gabriel would've rather sent the kitten back and get a more sophisticated animal.
Something reasonable.
Something that would listen.
Reaching out, Gabriel grabbed Plagg by the scruff, lifted the cat, and dropped him down to the ground, and off his documents. "Go away," Gabriel ordered, turning to resume his work.
It was a dreadful fact that his father should be arriving soon, no doubt to hear what House Adrien was accepted into. Aware that was going to be a long visit, Gabriel sought to get as much done as he could.
But just as he reached for his quill, Plagg jumped up on his desk again and swatted that quill away.
Gabriel paused, turning to the kitten slowly and glaring down at him.
Plagg's tail twitched, and Gabriel could swear those green eyes were laughing at him.
"You are going to regret that," Gabriel uttered.
An hour later, Adrien peeked into his office, a confused expression on his face. "Père?" Adrien piped.
Gabriel hummed, still focused on his work.
"Why is Plagg in his crate?"
"Getting disciplined."
Gabriel wasn't going to tolerate the little troublemaker in his household.