Stevos stared at the letter, studying every stem, stroke and serif with great scrutiny. It couldn't be. Draco and Heredis wouldn't be cruel enough to play such a trick on him. Would they? He swilled his coffee absently, Heredis is probably upset with him, he was in a foul mood and he overstepped the line a bit. No, this would take too much time to put together; he had to tell Father.
'I have been offered the British Youth Apprenticeship to the Wizegamot'
'No. Absolutely not.'
Stevos face fell, 'Wh-at?'
'I said no, absolutely not'.
Stevos stared at his father like he had just sprouted rabbit ears, 'You can't be serious?!'
'Perfectly serious… Also, it is cannot, we are not lazy enough to use contractions in this house. It sets a bad precedent'
'yes father. About the Wizegamot… it's a historically prestigious post, Dumbledore himself once held the position'
'it may surprise you to learn that I am not ignorant of the role of the Wizegamot. Further more, if you knew anything of that old fool's parents you wouldn't dare to compare my parenting decisions to that of the Dumbledore's. They are hardly a gold standard'.
'would not'
'I beg your pardon'
'Would not, we do not use contractions in this house'
Lucius grew pale and pinched the bridge of his nose.
'Listen Stevos, I'm incredibly busy at the moment. If you want to argue with me perhaps we can find a time that is mutually agreeable but it is not the present'
'You cannot expect me to sit by and twiddle my thumbs for the entire Christmas break!'
'You are not to tell me what I can and cannot expect, your only role is to hear my expectations and ensure that I am not disappointed. Besides, you have a job here'
'Sitting around and waiting for my father to die is not a job!'
'So you mean to say that Morgana Le Fay's only job was to sit around and wait for Merlin to die?'
'You chose a poor historical figure to illustrate your point, father'.
'Get OUT'.