Chapter 145 - Guest Speaker Ⅱ (2/2)

”Yes, my brother is on friendly terms with Remus, but not as much as Terry Greengrass, my brother's friend and dormmate.”

”A Greengrass?!”

”Yes, he's from one of the branches. Quite delicate-looking really.”

”I see,” Lyall fell silent have heard the name, but never having failed to imagine that the other friend his son wrote about so often was a Slytherin.

”You seem to have a rather bad impression of us, Slytherins, sir,” Rowan pointed out.

Lyall visibly blinks as he carefully arranges his emotions. ”I'm just surprised that is all.”

”Mm, well it's no surprise to me,” Rowan frankly said. ”I'm used to it by now.”

Traces of guilt and shame appear in Lyall's eyes as he says, ”I didn't mean anything by it, truly. It's just that the house members rarely ever seem to become friends while still in school.”

”They're probably not trying hard enough then,” Rowan bluntly said, before gazing up at him with a touch of impatience in her eyes. ”Is that all, sir? I'd like to leave now.”

”Yes, of course, you may go!” Lyall said as he moved out of the way for her to go.

Rowan moved past him and was about to open the door, before she pauses and turns around. ”Sir, why didn't you want to discuss the creation of Dementors?”

Lyall Lupin carefully eyes the young solemn witch before him. With a sigh, he says, ”Because if their existence is a product of our minds then just what is that fuels them?”

”Ah, I see how that could be controversial,” Rowan said as it suddenly clicked in her mind. Her mind is working on overdrive as she suddenly grabs onto the idea of a Patronus. A Patronus was created with the intent to drive Dementors away, but what about if the trick was if one had the intent to kill. It would require the same exact process only the difference would lay in the intent. Tricky, yes, but far from an impossible feat.

After that long pause, Rowan sincerely says, ”Thank you, sir,” before leaving out the door.

Lyall Lupin watches the girl go with mixed feelings. Professor Kettleburn who had been waiting at the door turned inside to glance at Lyall Lupin. Stepping inside, Professor Kettleburn says, ”Why the long face, Lyall?”

”She wasn't at all what I was excepting her to be,” Lyall bit his lip in thought. ”The girl in my son's letters seemed a lot brighter-.”

”Well, we paint each other in the best light,” Professor Kettleburn said. ”And though she is a tad cold, she has quite a bit of friend's in each house both muggleborn and purebloods.”

”Really?” Lyall said with evident surprise. ”In each house?”

”Mm, Gryffindor's and Slytherins mostly, but I've seen her be on friendly terms with a least two Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff.”

”I find that hard to believe,” Lyall lamely said.

”Are you still bias against Slytherin, Lyall?” Professor Kettleburn furrowed his brow. ”Even after all this time?”

Lyall looks away a bit uncomfortable. ”I assure you, Kettleburn, that I have put my past behind me,” Lyall paused. ”But I just don't want my son to make the same mistakes that I did.”

”And he won't, Lyall,” Professor Kettleburn promised as he clamped an arm around the mild man and recalled the dragon incident with Hagrid. The girl could have easily gotten Hagrid in trouble and instead had come straight to him. Anyone, who was that kind to others, couldn't be all that bad.

Clearing his throat, Professor Kettleburn says, ”Now, then what say ye that we have ourselves a pint at Hog's Head?”

”That would be most delightful,” Lyall warmly said as the two men walked out of the classroom. It was just one drink, what could possibly go wrong?