Fucking truth shit, he hadn't remembered to sneak the other drink out of the bar. Or been conscious for it at all.
Didn't that shit make it so you only had to tell the truth when asked? Maybe he just really couldn't keep his mouth shut. Speaking of, he had dropped the transfiguration to check the damage. He had two less teeth than the previous night. Pretty soon they'd all be gone.
"Professor Chalworth!"
"Miss Granger." It wasn't that he wasn't pleased to see her, but he very clearly was wearing his hangover outfit and--
"Viktor Krum asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him and I said yes! Oh. Oh! Oh..." Her emotions were unreadable. Did she want to go with him? Was she regretting her decision? Was she perhaps just so overcome with excitement she couldn't speak. It was no matter, though. He could guide her through this. Calmly. Collected.
"You can't go to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum!" Or sure. He could say that.
"What? Why not?" A look of confusion and, yes, that would be anger, flitted across her face.
"Because... Because..." Because he liked Hermione. She was his favourite. Krum was the grandson of a muggle-sympathising-traitor-to-the-empire he had maybe, just ever-so-slightly tortured to death at Nurmengard. Just a smidge. Little bit. The guy was pretty dead. And Hermione would never, ever, ever side with him on that decision if she actually, like. Knew about it.
"Because he's too old for you! I mean, he's the Durmstrang champion, how do you know he isn't just using you? I mean, he's eighteen, you're like what? Twelve?"
"Fourteen." She was glaring at him. She looked pretty hurt. Kind of betrayed. It almost made him feel... bad? Was that it?
"Exactly! Way too young. For sure. Hold the phone. Stop the press. Don't do it."
"I... I can't believe this! I can't believe you!" Tears began to well up in her eyes but before Dione could start properly freaking out about that she turned on her heel and stormed away.
Well fuck. He probably could have handled that slightly better. Just a smidge.
*
"What did you say to Hermione?" Viktor Krum was in his office when he arrived. Joy. "She's really upset."
"I didn't mean to upset her." Its the truth at least.
"If you have a problem with me then you should talk to me about it."
"Well..."
"What is it? What's your problem? You think very lowly of me?"
This wasn't going to go well at all. "Listen. Viktor. Just... Are you unarmed?"
"Why would I be armed? You are a professor, yes?"
"Well your headmaster is a Death Eater so yeah, not the greatest frame of judgment there but sure."
Viktor looked mildly put off by this and started to say something but Dione cut him off.
"Can I talk to you for a minute here. Real talk. Man to man?"
"Uh. Sure?"
"Well... See... Your Grandfather was nothing but a ministry pencil pusher. Total dead-weight. So, in a way, isn't it better that he died so you can call him a hero rather than continuing to live that boring fruitless life he was looking at anyway? I mean come on, what's a better story to tell the kids? Grandfather dying a hero resisting the temptations of the Dark Lord even while under the worst conditions imaginable at Nurmengard prison? Or like, he wrote up some wand licenses and died in some stupid unrelated way. I mean, really, I kind of did you a favour here. For the Greater Good and all that, right?"
"What the actual fuck are you saying?" A cold rage radiated from the boy as he reached for his wand.
Dione quickly obliviated him. What the actual fuck had he been saying?
Viktor Krum shook his head, looking thoughtful, like he was trying to remember something important, but it soon passed. "Professor Chalworth? When did you get here?"
"Ah. Just now it was."
"Ah. What did you say to Hermione?"
"I... Haven't a clue what you are talking about. Please run along now."
Krum scowled at him, but did as he was told.
*
Chaperoning the Yule Ball turned out to be a whole lot more work than he was expecting.
"Isn't this supposed to be a party? Shouldn't it be more fun?"
"Why Professor Chalworth, what is it about organizing event stations and finances that isn't fun?"
"Uh. Everything?" He tried to scowl but couldn't help smiling. He'd probably organize event stations and finances every day of his life, if it was with Albus. Hell he'd fight sharks and die every day if it was with Albus. Albus was... just swell.
"Merry Christmas, Dione." Albus said, pulling a small wrapped box from somewhere in his robes. Fuck. Major fuck. It was fucking Christmas Day. He'd heard of forgetting birthdays but this was absolutely ridiculous.
"For me? Thanks..." He shoved the box into his own robes.
Albus frowned. "Aren't you going to open it?"
"Later. Tonight. After the Ball. I... have something for you too." Maybe he could just say it was a blow-job or something. That would kind of be a cop out wouldn't it? Damn.
"Then come up to my tower after this is all over. When you're ready that is."
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Didn't that shit make it so you only had to tell the truth when asked? Maybe he just really couldn't keep his mouth shut. Speaking of, he had dropped the transfiguration to check the damage. He had two less teeth than the previous night. Pretty soon they'd all be gone.
"Professor Chalworth!"
"Miss Granger." It wasn't that he wasn't pleased to see her, but he very clearly was wearing his hangover outfit and--
"Viktor Krum asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him and I said yes! Oh. Oh! Oh..." Her emotions were unreadable. Did she want to go with him? Was she regretting her decision? Was she perhaps just so overcome with excitement she couldn't speak. It was no matter, though. He could guide her through this. Calmly. Collected.
"You can't go to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum!" Or sure. He could say that.
"What? Why not?" A look of confusion and, yes, that would be anger, flitted across her face.
"Because... Because..." Because he liked Hermione. She was his favourite. Krum was the grandson of a muggle-sympathising-traitor-to-the-empire he had maybe, just ever-so-slightly tortured to death at Nurmengard. Just a smidge. Little bit. The guy was pretty dead. And Hermione would never, ever, ever side with him on that decision if she actually, like. Knew about it.
"Because he's too old for you! I mean, he's the Durmstrang champion, how do you know he isn't just using you? I mean, he's eighteen, you're like what? Twelve?"
"Fourteen." She was glaring at him. She looked pretty hurt. Kind of betrayed. It almost made him feel... bad? Was that it?
"Exactly! Way too young. For sure. Hold the phone. Stop the press. Don't do it."
"I... I can't believe this! I can't believe you!" Tears began to well up in her eyes but before Dione could start properly freaking out about that she turned on her heel and stormed away.
Well fuck. He probably could have handled that slightly better. Just a smidge.
*
"What did you say to Hermione?" Viktor Krum was in his office when he arrived. Joy. "She's really upset."
"I didn't mean to upset her." Its the truth at least.
"If you have a problem with me then you should talk to me about it."
"Well..."
"What is it? What's your problem? You think very lowly of me?"
This wasn't going to go well at all. "Listen. Viktor. Just... Are you unarmed?"
"Why would I be armed? You are a professor, yes?"
"Well your headmaster is a Death Eater so yeah, not the greatest frame of judgment there but sure."
Viktor looked mildly put off by this and started to say something but Dione cut him off.
"Can I talk to you for a minute here. Real talk. Man to man?"
"Uh. Sure?"
"Well... See... Your Grandfather was nothing but a ministry pencil pusher. Total dead-weight. So, in a way, isn't it better that he died so you can call him a hero rather than continuing to live that boring fruitless life he was looking at anyway? I mean come on, what's a better story to tell the kids? Grandfather dying a hero resisting the temptations of the Dark Lord even while under the worst conditions imaginable at Nurmengard prison? Or like, he wrote up some wand licenses and died in some stupid unrelated way. I mean, really, I kind of did you a favour here. For the Greater Good and all that, right?"
"What the actual fuck are you saying?" A cold rage radiated from the boy as he reached for his wand.
Dione quickly obliviated him. What the actual fuck had he been saying?
Viktor Krum shook his head, looking thoughtful, like he was trying to remember something important, but it soon passed. "Professor Chalworth? When did you get here?"
"Ah. Just now it was."
"Ah. What did you say to Hermione?"
"I... Haven't a clue what you are talking about. Please run along now."
Krum scowled at him, but did as he was told.
*
Chaperoning the Yule Ball turned out to be a whole lot more work than he was expecting.
"Isn't this supposed to be a party? Shouldn't it be more fun?"
"Why Professor Chalworth, what is it about organizing event stations and finances that isn't fun?"
"Uh. Everything?" He tried to scowl but couldn't help smiling. He'd probably organize event stations and finances every day of his life, if it was with Albus. Hell he'd fight sharks and die every day if it was with Albus. Albus was... just swell.
"Merry Christmas, Dione." Albus said, pulling a small wrapped box from somewhere in his robes. Fuck. Major fuck. It was fucking Christmas Day. He'd heard of forgetting birthdays but this was absolutely ridiculous.
"For me? Thanks..." He shoved the box into his own robes.
Albus frowned. "Aren't you going to open it?"
"Later. Tonight. After the Ball. I... have something for you too." Maybe he could just say it was a blow-job or something. That would kind of be a cop out wouldn't it? Damn.
"Then come up to my tower after this is all over. When you're ready that is."
"Of course! Would not miss it."