“I’m staying for a few weeks to negotiate some things with the old man, I’ve been given an office. Come by for coffee, won’t you?”

“Don’t waste your time on the mudbloods, Daniel. You know better than that.”

“You have my attention. I’ve got some things to sort out, but I’ll come up to your office after lunch. How’s that for you?”

“( Don’t ) call me that, for the twenty-millionth time.” He’s going to commit murder. Okay. Breathe.

Interesting.

Swirls his glass of bourbon, taking a glance around the place. Kids were beginning to pile in at this point, and Igor had a feeling this party was going to get messy ( fast ).

Slides an entire bottle of whiskey in front of Daniel. “You need to catch up, Danny boy.”

Standing against one of the back walls, Igor scratched the stubble beneath his chin. Now. . . who looked promising?

( That ) one looks. . . like a perfect little troublemaker. He glanced towards the shorter boy who seemed to be hiding a drink, smirking ever so slightly.

Wandering over to Flynn, he offered the kid a (rather out of character) smile. “You look familiar, kid. Ever been to Durmstrang?”

“Igor Karkaroff, I’m set to be the headmaster there in a couple of years.” He extended a hand to the youth, continuing on with the warm demeanour.

“Poynt? As in, Fable Poynt’s brother?” Oh, he could have laughed — this was all too perfect. “Wasn’t for me either, but I figure if I’m the one running the joint, it’ll be bareable.”

“Oh, I know her. She’s a friend of mine, actually.” A nod followed Igor’s words, before his arms crossed over his chest. Surely if this kid was capable enough to get expelled, he was capable enough to handle ( their ) life. “You want a proper drink, Flynn?”

“She won’t hear it from me. What do you feel like?” Gesturing over to a couple of empty seats, Igor ran a hand through his hair.

It didn’t take him long to return with two glasses of bourbon, neat, handing one to Flynn before sitting in the chair opposite. “You making many friends here, Flynn?”

Well, that was a bust. Now to find Daniel. . . wait. Where the fuck did he go? A massive groan surpassed his lips, you’ve got to be joking.

Bursts into @ACERBICVEXATION’s office, completely baffled as to what Andrei’s just informed him of. “Damn, Daniel. . . You really lost it, didn’t you?”