Chapter 249 - Crossdressers Ⅲ (1/2)

By dinnertime, there wasn't a single individual within Hogwarts that didn't know what Mulciber and Avery had done. There were so many snickers and sneers from the Slytherin side of things that the two boys wisely remained in their dorm room and did not head upstairs to dinner that night. However, it was not meant to be as halfway through dinner two men burst in through the front entrance doors.

Loud voices could be heard as the Headmaster arose from the staff table to greet both men and take them up to the tower. The instant the two men passed by the entrance of the Great Hall necks were craning wildly in their direction. A good portion of the purebloods instantly recognized the two wizards and hastily gossiped that it was the fathers of Mulciber and Avery juniors.

Which in turn started an entire new burst of whispered conversations as they all wondered, just what exactly were either men doing at Hogwarts? And the students were the only ones who were curious as more than a few ghosts popped out to see what the whole hullaballoo was about, while several figures from various portraits hurried back to their frame in the headmaster's office.

Professor Albus Dumbledore escorted both men to his office, before taking a seat before them. A burst of red and golden feathers could be seen flashing through the air as Fawkes glided down from his perch to rest on the backseat of the Headmaster's chair. ”Gentlemen, how may I help you this evening?” Dumbledore asked his long-ago students.

The thinner, sharp-faced wizard with a widow's peak much like his son purses his lips. ”Professor, we are here to learn about the incident that occurred today regarding our sons,” Avery Sr. stiffly replied.

The still handsome, mostly golden-haired Mulciber Sr. icily adds, ”We just wish to be sure that our offspring are safe here, Professor.”

”Both of our sons are perfectly safe and unharmed, gentlemen,” Dumbledore smoothly replied. ”However, I fear that the culprits regarding the incident of this afternoon are your own sons. It was an ill-timed hoax, but no one was harmed in their prank.”

Avery frowns and with some distaste says, ”I was given to understand that our sons dressed as women and requested to be-, kissed by members of the male population.”

”That is indeed correct,” Dumbledore cheerfully answered. ”I'm sure it's merely boy's being boys. There was no harm done, beyond their pride.”

”Are you saying that my son is BENT, Professor?” Mulciber Sr. said with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

”I have no idea, if the two boys are so inclined,” Dumbledore smoothly responded. ”However, if they are experimenting with regard to their sexual preference, well, they are at that age to do so.”

Mulciber Sr. looks as though he wants to strangle Dumbledore for suggesting such a thing from his son, but Avery strongly squeezes his shoulder reminding him of just where he is. Grinding his teeth for a moment, Mulciber forces a polite expression on his face. ”In that case, Headmaster I shall remove my son this very evening. It would seem that the atmosphere of Hogwarts is not conducive towards his best interest.”

”I see,” Dumbledore murmured. ”Very well, I shall let Professor Slughorn know and have your son meet you before the front entrance.”

”Including my son as well,” Avery Sr. interrupted. ”I think it's best he distances himself from Hogwarts lest the negative experience affect his schooling.”

”If you believe that is in the best interest of your sons, gentlemen, I shall not argue with either of you,” Dumbledore hummed as he rose to his feet with his knees loudly creaking. ”I shall not escort either of you to the front hall as I believe both of you know the way.”

Mulciber Sr. hides a sneer as he whirls around with his robes flapping behind him, while Avery Sr. stiffly nods his head in thanks to Dumbledore before swiftly following after. Both men are rather perturbed for various reasons as they make their way to the front hall.

Pacing somewhat anxiously Mulciber Sr. says, ”You don't believe it is true, do you, Avery?”

”What is?” Avery Sr. asked having been disturbed from his own thoughts.

”That our sons,” Mulciber Sr. paused to carefully words his next statement. ”That our sons lean towards those sort of perversions.”

”Even if that is not the case, word has already reached the ears of other pureblood families,” Avery Sr. sighed in resignation. ”No pureblood family will wed their daughters to either of our sons with this incident cast over them. No, it's best that they are sent overseas and to find a pureblood bride there.”

”I see,” Mulciber Sr. stiffly concluded. ”I suppose it's better that they wed foreign pureblood witches than a lesser type of witch.”

”There is a thriving branch of Avery's in France. And I do believe my son will do well at Beauxbatons,” Avery Sr. matter-of-factly stated.