Chapter 562 - Quattor Academy Ⅱ (2/2)

”I suppose so,” Bedford murmured, before taking a sip of his own sugar, and cream filled coffee.

Before they can continue their conversation, a muggleborn witch glances at the time and says, ”It looks as though the first of the school buses are arriving. We best heading off to our classrooms.” The other teachers chatting finish their conversations as the sound of chairs scraping can be heard.

Gulping down his own hot coffee, ”Hot, hot!” Ted winces as he burns his tongue but continues to gush down the hot drink. Dromeda did not like him drinking coffee at him, and as such, he could only drink it outside of the house. Apparently, the smell was horrid according to his wife.

”Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch, Cracknell,” Ted friendly like said, before rushing off.

Bedford waves goodbye, before sipping at his own coffee more slowly. He was certain that if he drank his coffee in five minutes, he still would be fine. His first years would probably just wait outside the door shyly, before the more intrepid children creeped into the classroom to further explore.

Sipping at his coffee, Bedford's thoughts turn to the past. He had honestly thought, he'd never see magic again nor much less come into contact with it after his parents divorced. His father and older sister had been ashamed by his mother and his lack of magic. And ever since that day, he had never seen his father nor his older sister, Dolores.

And it was not as though he could speak to his mother regarding the subject. Ellen Cracknell wanted absolutely nothing to do with magic and had even gone as far as to prohibit the word's usage in her household. If she regretted having married a wizard, it clearly now showed.

Frankly, Bedford had been young enough to move on wish his life and had never even seen so much as smidgeon of magic after that. Still, he knew that magic was real, but it all seemed so far away like a distant dream. And he had never been curious enough to find it again.

Yet here he was about to teach a group of children made up of squibs, witches, and wizards, and one or two muquibs. It was almost impossible to believe, but no matter how far he had gone, it seemed his road had once more led him back to the wizarding world. And if he was honest with himself, a part of him was glad, but another part of him was worried.

Bedford had not told his mother exactly where who he was working for. All that she knew is that he was working at a new private school that paid rather well, which was all true. Still, he would rather not risk earning his mother's ire, she had quite the fierce temper, and tended to hold petty grudges much like his sister, Dolores had.

Glancing at the time, Bedford slurps down the rest of his warm coffee, before rising and place his mug in the sink to wash. He had better head off to his classroom. He did not want the cheeky little tykes to get into magic or no magic. All children tended to be curious little brats for better or for worse. It was a well-known fact.