Chapter 96 - Clubs? (2/2)

Georgina is unable to muffle her snicker as she replies, ”The old man by all accounts fell asleep in the bathtub and drowned. As a result, the Headmaster was forced to find a new professor on very short notice. Strange though, this is the fourth teacher that has been hired for the position to only serve a year due to some incident or another.”

Rowan privately thinks to herself, ”And so, the curse strikes again.”

Seeing Sirsa's dark face, Reginald hastily beats a retreat and changes the subject. ”Will either of you being planning to try out for the Quidditch team?”

Severus happily says, ”I'd like to try out for Seeker or Keeper. But I doubt I'm good enough to get either position. But still, I think I will enjoy watching the try-outs at least.”

”And you, Rowan?” Reginald asked.

”I'd rather die in a ditch,” Rowan grumbled.

”I take that as a solemn, no,” Georgine snickered quite loudly.

”In that case, how would both of you feel about getting a broom?” Reginald asked. ”A Silver Comet should do nicely.”

”Really grandfather?” Severus exclaimed in utter excitement.

”Of course, the both of you had most excellent marks and behaved yourselves quite nicely throughout the school year,” Reginald explained. ”And given that both of you are now second years, you are allowed to bring your brooms to Hogwarts to fly around during your free time.”

”Thank you, grandfather!” Severus beamed in gratitude and joy.

Chuckling Reginald turns to look for Rowan to only see a very dark expression on her face. ”I'd rather not,” Rowan stiffly rejected.

Reginald blinks quite taken back as Georgine tries to hide her snickers to no avail. ”I believe that is two out of three, Reginald. You've undoubtedly lost,” Georgine chortled.

Reginald gives his sister a dirty look, before turning to study his granddaughter. ”In that case, is there something that you want, Rowan?” Reginald asked.

”Not at the moment,” Rowan truthfully replied. ”But I'll keep that in mind.”

”No doubt,” Georgine muttered under her breath with some dark measure of pleasure at her brother's expense.

”I better go write to Lily!” Severus suddenly interrupted, before rushing off to his bedroom. Rowan merely shakes her head and returns to eating her porridge as Georgine mutters something about the male hormones under her breath. Still, quite cross with her husband, Sirsa, solemnly excuses herself and flounces out of the dining room.

Rowan stares with pity at her grandfather as Georgine slyly says, ”So, will it be the couch or the guest room tonight? ”Reginald glares darkly at his sister and only the presence of his granddaughter keeps him from wringing his sister a new one.

Glowering, Reginald seeks refuge behind his paper and promptly ignores his sister. It was just his dumb luck. But why did he have' to have a younger sister? A younger brother would have been much better.