Chapter 395 - Retrial (2/2)
Lucius pretends to remove a piece of lint from his cloak, before replying, ”If you must know, I now serve on the Hogwarts Board. There was an opening and I took it.”
Stephen arched his brow in reply. ”Really? And how much exactly did that cost you, Malfoy?”
Lucius sent a dark glare at the older wizard. ”How rude of you,” Lucius huffed. ”One never mentions such private conversations in public. It is an utter lapse of manners, and you have an apprentice to think of! What will you do if she learns your atrocious manners, Flint?”
Stephen rolled his eyes at the younger man's antics. ”Lucius Malfoy, I am far older than you and at times like to be rather direct. It can be rather refreshing, after talking in circles attempting to get to the point of the subject matter for over half an hour.”
”No need to be so emotional, Flint,” Lucius sniffed, before glancing at the time. ”Though I must admit I am intrigued to know as to why you wish to aide such an oaf. It surely cannot be of an unknown closeness between the two of you?”
Stephen flashed Lucius Malfoy a sharp grin. ”It is a matter of seeking justice,” Stephen said.
”Justice?” Lucius muttered a bit interested now. ”My, my, and here I thought there was nothing to do this evening. And just what is that you think you know, Flint?”
The sound of loud footsteps interrupted Lucius from saying anything further. Drawing back, Lucius says, ”Well, I suppose that would be your client, Stephen. I shall see you inside,” before his clock snaps behind him as he disappeared into the deliberation chambers.
Quickly a large masculine figure appears into view revealing the induvial to be, Rubeus Hagrid. Stephen nods in approval at the appearance of his well-dressed client. First impressions counted for everything and would go a long way in aiding their appeal.
From her mentor's side, Amelia Bones faintly smiles at the caretaker of Hogwarts. She still remembered him, and he looked much improved upon. But her little sister, Letitia, had written to her stating that it was due to the Slytherins. Still, it was hard to believe that a Slytherin could ever be so altruistic.
Amelia feels a wave of guilt and shame as she reflexively glances at her mentor. She'd been quite prejudiced at the start of their relationship, but quickly she'd learned that although very much Slytherin like, her mentor, Stephen Flint was a good man. He was someone who upheld the law, and someone who she very much wished to emulate.
Hagrid comes to a stop before the much shorter wizard and says, ”I'm sorry, Mr. Flint. I didn' mean't arrive 'ere so late.”
Hagrid visibly startles at noticing the solemn young witch at the shorter wizard's side. Before Hagrid can apologize or greet her, Stephen smoothly interjects, ”It's fine, Hagrid. You are still early, and the last of the Hogwarts's board members have just arrived. And this is my understudy, Miss Amelia Bones, she was a Ravenclaw, I'm sure you've met her from her time as a student at Hogwarts.”
”Ah, yes! Hagrid said as he sighed in relief, before nervously patting his cloak. He carefully pats his pocket making sure that the letter of his was still there. And it was.
Seeing his client so nervous, Stephen says, ”It will be fine, Hagrid. I am one of the best lawyers in the business.”
”Of course, Mr. Flint!” Hagrid stammered. ”It's jus', I've never done dis before.”
”I should certainly hope not,” Stephen said, before reaching up to adjust his monocle, before glancing at the time. ”Good, it's time.
Hagrid gulped and tricked to breathe as he nervously licked his suddenly dry lips. It was now or never. And with that in mind, Hagrid followed after Stephen Flint and Miss Bones as he entered the deliberation chambers and vanished from view with the loud thud of the door shutting behind them.