Chapter 395 - Retrial (1/2)

Inside a rather large, one-room cottage, the tall figure of Hagrid can clearly be seen. Ever since, Rowan had helped him with his transformation, Hagrid had been careful to maintain his beauty regimen. It didn't take much to wash his hair with the gifted beauty products nor to keep his face neatly shaven with a trimmed beard. He still had a bit of trouble matching his clothes, but Rowan had left him a long list of what colors looked well together and which did not.

”She's a right good lass,” Hagrid said as he recalled all of Rowan's help. She was a tad shy that one, but good. And all of her Slytherin friends were too.

Hagrid grins widely as he reaches for a pine smelling cologne that Terry hand secretly brought him. There were plenty of other gifts on the counter not excluding lotions and other such products. Terry wasn't the only one as the other girls, Bethanie, Silvia, and Tiffany, also dropped off such gifts. They were all good kids, they were.

Carefully only spraying the cologne once, Hagrid steps into the mist, before glancing down at the large boarhound chewing on a great large bone. ”Wotcher think, fang? Think I look, all, er, presentable?” Fang lifted his large massive head and gave a loud, happy bark before getting back to chewing his bone.

Hagrid carefully smoothed his clothes one last time, before putting on a very large, elegant dragon hide cloak. Hagrid flushed as he wrapped the cloak that must have cost a small fortune on his shoulders. It'd been a gift from Olympe for Valentine's day.

Hagrid flushed recalling the sweet kisses, they'd shared in his cabin that evening. Things were starting to get serious between the two of them and Hagrid wanted to be at her level too. But he knew that he truly couldn't as his wand had been snapped in his third year.

However, there was hope. Hagrid had been exchanging letters with the father of Siliva. Her da was a good man and offered to help him appeal his expulsion. It took a bit of work, but finally, the Board of Hogwarts had agreed to review the case. The case would be reviewed this evening in London at the Board's offices.

Hagrid carefully checked his pocket to ensure that the letter was still there. Double-checking the time, Hagrid turns to Fang and seriously says, ”I'll be gone for a bit, Fang. Be good, and keep an eye on everything, while I'm gone.” Fang licks his bone in reply and continued to gnaw on his tasty bone.

Carefully closing the door behind him, Hagrid paused to stare at the gigantic powder-blue carriage parked merely two hundred yards away from his cabin. He'd not wanted to tell Olympe lest he get his hopes up. Quickly turning away he hurries forward and made his way down to Hogsmeade. He'd be able to floo to London from there.

In the London quarters of the Hogwarts Board, a dark-haired wizard with blue-gray eyes and a monocle calmly waits in the front fall of the Hogwarts Board deliberation chambers awaiting his client. Removing his pocket watch from his pocket, he glanced down at the time, before snapping it shut. There was still plenty of time left until the appointed time, and not all the board members had yet to arrive.

Standing unobtrusive at his side is a rather upright, square-jawed young witch, Amelia Bones. Stephen had quickly noticed the talented witch and had decided to take her under his wing. Not only that but she was a Bones and was an excellent understudy to have as she had the right connections.

Amelia Bones wore a monocle indifference to her teacher but had close-cropped dark hair. the Ravenclaw thought it was easier to deal with in this manner and wasted less time on her appearance. After all, she had more important things to think about and do.

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the sound of a cane caused Stephen Flint to glance towards the sound. Elegant as usual, the icy, pale figure of Lucius Malfoy can be seen. His long pale blond hair is immaculate and glossy with not a single hair out of place.

Stephen's eyes dart down to gaze at the walking stick held in the younger wizard's hand. It was a black coated walking stick with the handle being that of a silver snakehead with emerald gems for eyes. It had previously belonged to Abraxas Malfoy, before his death.

His icy blue eyes brush over the figure of Amelia Bones. Lucius briefly nods at the young witch in recognition, before returning to gaze at Stephen. The girl at present was learning her trade from a mentor and was not truly someone yet to mingle with at this time. There were social appearances to think of.

”Malfoy,” Stephen called out in greeting, ”What brings you here this evening?”

Lucius's lips twitch as if to hide a smirk. ”I was invited, of course.”

”You?” Stephen said in disbelief. ”As what exactly?”