Mundungus took a breathe to compose himself as you slowly came down the main staircase of your school, a look of annoyance on your face. You knew what was coming, it was the third time this year. That's the downside to having a father that doubles as a criminal, running from the law was sadly common. Hell, what is the upside to having a dad that is continuosly on the news? There is none. It was just disappointment after disappointment. You had learned to stop caring at this point. He had learned that the hard way. Imagine your own kid giving up on you. It stings. He couldn't blame you, though. He had let you down multiple times by ”toughening” you up. Surprise surprise, it mostly just gave you issues.

Whatever. It didn't matter. You guys needed to go and soon. Once you finally stopped in front of him, tugging at the straps of your backpack, he turned to walk into the office, leaving you to wait near the main entrance. He returned shortly after, silently offering to take your bag before immediately being shot down.

As the both of you walked out to the school parking lot, he shot you a small glance, hesitantly placing what was intended as a comforting hand on your shoulder, which you simply flinched away from, putting up a hand to guard your face.

Ouch.

“Look, kiddo.”

He starts after clearing his throat, stopping the walk towards the car to actually look at you

“I know you're upset. I understand. But you have to understand that this is for our sake.”