Manfred rolled his eyes before going back into his room. He was followed by his father who closed the door behind him. At first the voices were calm, questioning, concerned, and slightly pissed off. As it continued the voices got louder, one of them a booming echo. More shouting followed, the other voice strained and frustrated. It ended with a curse, a blow and silence.
Manfred stood glaring angrily at the floor, his face red. Partly embarrassment, partly anger. The silence continued, Dr. Bloor watching his son carefully through narrowed eyes.
"I want to transfer." The words were out before he thought of what would happen afterwards. Manfred looked up glaring.
"You WHAT?" yelled Dr. Bloor. The only thing on Dr. Bloor's face was shock.
"Yeah... I want to transfer. You didn't expect me to be here forever did you?? I mean with Mum-"
"Manfred." Dr. Bloor's voice was warning, telling his son to shut up.
"Im just saying that you got your money. So I don't see what you need me for- its not like your going to die in the next few years. And by the time you do I'll be married and probably rule the world." The last part was a joke but obviously his father didn't find it to funny.
"Even if you are done school, and you do come back to take it, that doesn't give you the right to give up your responsibility here. You'll stay here."
"Responsibility?? You use me!! All the time!! Its education, work, and money for god's sake!" Manfred didn't get it. His dad didn't seriously think he'd stay here and take over??? By the time his father died, Manfred would either be dead, the fortune would be lost or the battle would be won. Wth did it matter to him if Manfred left or not??
"We don't USE you Manfred. You HELP us. And as my son that's your job. If you can't deal with it then I could always disown you."
Manfred rolled his eyes. RIIIIIIIGHHHTT like his dad would ever disown him. He was the only child... if he disowned him he'd have to go and get another women pregnant. And we all saw how great that one worked first time round...
"Im just saying- you don't need me to do every little thing. There are other kids- a lot of them stronger than me. Besides, I hardly do much and Grandfather can-"
"Can you stop with this silliness?? Your bloody fifteen!!! A fifteen year old boy should not be running around London! Especially not someone like you!" His father's voiced raised again, telling Manfred he was toeing the line. Manfred didn't care though... he NEEDED to get out of here...
"I won't be running around London Dad... I was thinking of going to Hogwarts. No one will notice there and besides they're all-"
"ENOUGH! I'm sick of hearing this wizard thing!! Forget it alright?? Your grandfather was stupid to teach you and your not going through with it. So be happy with what you have and forget it!" Ok... so the direct approach wasn't working... guess guiltiness, begging and persuading was all he had left. After thirty minutes, Manfred's father took a long look at him. "Fine. One year. But don't get your hopes up... I can always change my mind."
Smirking, Manfred nodded. Finally.
Now... just to tell Mimi.