18 How to Troll a Ghos (1/2)

When midday arrived, Mr. Malfoy came and chatted with Mr. Proulx for a while before he took Draco (with the Occamy... Maybe he didn't notice the occamy actually. It was inside Draco's pocket anyways.) and disappeared.

It seemed like the man had said something important to Mr. Proulx since he had not left his office since. Not even to eat lunch.

Casimir then, was left on his own once again... As he should have been.

Finally... Some peace and quiet once again...

He picked up his previously abandoned violin and was about to continue where he left off in the Moonlight Sonata (1st mvt) score sheet after eating lunch but, his plans had to be cut short, unfortunately.

Mr. Proulx suddenly appeared in front of Casimir out of nowhere, startling the boy into almost dropping his violin, again. ”F-fuck!”

”Hey! Where did you learn that word?!” Mr. Proulx asked in anger.

”N-nowhere..?” Casimir stuttered.

”We'll talk about this later.” Mr. Proulx said seriously. ”We have more important matters to discuss.”

Casimir secretly sighed in relief. It seems that he's safe... For now.

”I have been discussing with Mr. Malfoy...” Mr. Proulx started then, paused, checking if Casimir was still listening. ”Since you and Draco have been confirmed to have the ability for magic, he suggested that we begin homeschooling the both of you...”

”In preparation for when you both enter your respective schools for magic.” Mr. Proulx continued slowly, as if preparing for a drastic reaction from Casimir.

Surprisingly to Mr. Proulx, Casimir was actually taking the news pretty calmly. ”Oh, I see! I'll just follow whatever decision you make, father.”

”Oh... Alright.” Mr. Proulx said slowly, as if in disbelief. ”Well, have a good day.”

He disappeared again.

This time, instead of continuing to play his violin in the lounge, he directly packed all of his stuff and went to his room.

So when people decided to disturb him, they at least had to knock first.

...

As he was reading a book about dark arts on his bed, the very same book that he had stolen from his father's office all those months ago, Magick Moste Evile, he accidentally kicked the package that Draco had sent onto the floor.

Oh right! I need to hang that somewhere in the closet. His expression darkened significantly when he remembered what happened during that morning.

When he got up to pick the package off the floor, he began to feel as if something was wrong.

The weight is off.

If one judged by how a normal scarf would weigh, then they too, would notice that something was off.

The package was a bit heavier than it should be; as if it contained an object other than the scarf.

So, doing as most people would do, he directly dumped all the contents of the package onto his bed.

Plop.

A terribly worn-out book fell out along with the scarf.

Hmm? What is this? A diary?

Tom Marvolo Riddle..? Who's that?

Maybe someone Draco knows accidentally put it inside or something...?

Well, it's none of my business anyways. I'll just leave it here until Draco visits again... For safekeeping.

Then, Casimir continued on reading.

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