it has been quite a while since a copious amount of anger had surged through your veins. having had been able to leave that horrible muggle that was the father to your child, left you free of fear and stress for the past six years. but no, after receiving another owl regarding the ‘conflict’ between your son and those gryffindor boys, it resprouted.

when you entered the headmaster’s office you spotted your son sitting on one of the chairs waiting for you. while the other boy was flanked by his two parents: euphemia potter and fleamont potter.

with a resigned sigh and a hidden roll of your eyes, you stepped closer to your son; dressed in one of your finest black gowns, a pair of black stilettos and a black overcoat.