5 The Gues (1/2)

After walking for a while, Casimir arrived at the main halls of the third floor. He tried to walk as quietly as possible which, should be easy enough for him, being a former assassin and all.

One might question, why be overly cautious?

Well, that was because the office of Mr. Proulx, the same one he had been in just a few hours before, was located in this hall.

He didn't even bother to open the doors to check what was inside, fearing that a small creak of a door would expose him to the lord of the manor, although, he did find out one thing about the manor.

It was filled with windows.

Large, glass windows that allowed the sunlight to stream inside, making the manor look bright and inviting.

If given enough time, Casimir would have wanted to enjoy the sight more.

Unfortunately, he had forgotten an important matter and, just as he was about to sneak past the office, the door suddenly swung open, freezing him in his tracks.

He forgot about the guest!

Well, it wasn't that he had forgotten about it, it was just that he was so focused on exploring and reading that the matter had been pushed to the back of his mind.

Because the door had suddenly opened, he didn't even have the time to look for a hiding spot before he was spotted

....

How does he manage to maintain such long hair?!

That was the first thought Casimir had in his mind when he met Lucius Malfoy for the first time.

The man had long, blond hair that grew past his shoulders. He looked somewhat elfish to Casimir in a sinister way and, the all black garments that he was wearing just increased that impression.

”Your son?” The man asked as he glanced at Mr. Proulx who just sighed helplessly. ”Yes, Mr. Malfoy. This is my son, Casimir.”

Huh? What is this? Casimir was confused, he didn't understand what they were saying. Were they speaking in another language? The only word he understood was his own name. Were they speaking about him?

Mr. Proulx then turned to him and suddenly, he could understand him again!

”Casimir, I told you not to wander around.” Mr. Proulx said in a tired voice.

”...I forgot..?” Casimir replied with an innocent look, trying to discretely inch away.

Meanwhile, as the father and son duo were talking, Lucius Malfoy was assessing the child in front of him, as well as the books he was carrying.

World Geography, an Encyclopedia, an Introductory to Basic Wizardry, The Dark Arts vol. 1, and... Basic Common Sense.

”We'll talk later.” Mr. Proulx said seriously then, gestured towards the guest beside him. ”This is Mr. Malfoy.”

”Ah... Bonjour?” Casimir hesitantly greeted to which, Mr. Malfoy just looked at him with slight interest.

”I take it, he doesn't speak English?” Mr. Malfoy asked Mr. Proulx, who, answered with a shake of his head. ”I'm afraid he hasn't been taught that yet.”

”I see...” Mr. Malfoy said. What an interesting child.