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The car door slammed shut behind him as he walked into the house, his driver's calls falling on deaf ears as he walked up to the front door of the mansion. He grips the large, iron door knocker till his knuckles go white. He slams the ornate iron piece agents the door once before stepping back and loosening his tie of his uniform. A maid opened the detailed oak door and Valentino pushed past into the house, ignoring her instructions no doubt from his father. He drops his bag in the front room, the faces of his many ancestors glaring down at him before they erupted into flames. “Mr. St.Clair, please calm down, your father wishes to talk to you in his office.” the maid exclaimed. “Does he? Tell him I wish for him to protect Charlotte and maybe we wouldn’t have gotten here.” he snapped back to her. “And tell him where she is too, it’s not like he cares anyways.” He walked away from the woman and placed his blazer on the post at the bottom of the grand staircase.
“Ah, Mr St.Clair! A letter came for you today.” a butler presented him with a thick envelope as he came to the top of the stairs. “Probably about my expulsion from school,” he mumbled and snatched the letter from the man.
Valentino stopped in front of a pink door, a contrast to the mahogany wood and forest green walls. “I’m sorry i couldn’t protect you this time Charlotte; recover quickly, Mr. Snuffles and Lady Pinkie look forward to our next tea party with Bone and Punt.” he whispered. An owl hooted from somewhere in the hallway as the boy started walking again, “hello Punt, fancy seeing you here.” he spoke as the owl swooped onto his shoulder. “Father really wants to squash the magic out of us doesn’t he?” he asked. “That boy pushed her out the window; on the fifth floor! There was no way I was sitting there and watching. I’m glad Char is alright, the veela genes in her, aye?” he continued. The owl hooted softly, spread his wings and took off down the hallway again. “See you later Punt!” Valentino called after the owl.
He pushed open a door into an open room and placed the letter down on the desk and opened the window looking over the gardens. He leaned on the window sill as the cool spring breeze blew through his hair. He pulled away from his thoughts and pushed away from the window. Valentino made for his closet to change from his school uniform.
He threw his tie into the basket of clothes and unclasped his cuff links and placed them in a draw and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it in the same direction as his tie. He undid his belt and pulled off his pants and shoes in one go, doing a little hop to stay upright. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a blue sweater before walking back into his bedroom and flopping down onto his bed.
He rolled over and eyed the letter. ‘They say curiosity killed that cat’ he thought, pushing himself off the bed to sit at the desk. He pulled out his glasses and placed them delicately on the slightly crooked bridge of his nose and flipped the envelope over to read the writing.
Mr. Valentino P.A.S St.Clair
Definitely addressed to him. The green ink curved freely over the front in looping handwriting.
He caressed the wax seal on the back, ‘this is definitely not about getting expelled from school.’ he thought as he flipped it over. “Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.” he whispered in awe. His mother would tell him stories of her time there, she always insisted on sended him there even though his father wanted him to go to durmstrang like himself. “Are you proud of me, mother?” he said as he pried the wax off the parchment. He pulled out the parchments from inside, unfolding them.
Dear Mr. St.Clair, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
“Suck it Pierre. I’m going to Hogwarts.” he said, pulling out parchment and a quill with ink. He quickly wrote a letter and addressed it back to hogwarts. He stood up, pushing his chair backwards onto the ground and stepped over to the window and called out.
“Punt!” he yelled.
The large barn owl swooped down onto the window sill, hooting softly. “You’ve got a letter to deliver.” he said, attaching it to the owl's leg. The owl hooted again before taking off into the warm spring sun.
Valentino stayed by the window, watching the early spring sun dip lower in the sky. The sun will always watch you learn and grow and cheer you on, but the moon will comfort you and listen to the problems of the world, she will never judge, she is never harsh. He often finds himself thinking about this, maybe that's why he always favored the moon at the end of the day, welcoming her light into his room. It reminded him of his mother, who would comfort him when he cried or had a nightmare. But he loved sitting in the sun, bathing in the warmth it brought. It reminded him of his sister, Charlotte, the 9 year old was bright and provided warmth wherever she went. 'A Hufflepuff, that one' his mother used to always say, he always thought she was more of a gryffindor, brave and charismatic. 'Slytherin is cunning, ambitious and resourceful. Some of the most powerful witches and wizards came from slytherin. The dark lord may be evil, but he had very powerful magic, no one can deny that, val, remember that, no matter how evil, twisted, or mean a wizard is, he can have very powerful magic that he will use for his evil, twisted and mean ways and can all ways be bested,' His mother had told him, 'hufflepuff values empathy, they are the ones to help someone regardless of blood, skin, gender, house, religion or culture. My grandfather was a Hufflepuff, he was one of, if not, the first magi-zoologists in the world, he helped every animal, no matter how dangerous. Ravenclaw are the knowledgeable ones, witty and always planning ahead. Many inventors came from ravenclaw, Garrick Ollivander, a wandmaker, Laverne De Montmorency, pioneer of love potions, Perpetua Fancourt, inventor of the lunascope.' She would always tell them. She would only ever brush over gryffindor, never quite telling them about it.
The sun had dipped below the roof line of the castle on the other side, leaving just a pink sky and an orange glow, reminding the world of what tomorrow would bring. He pushed away from the window once more, deciding to skip dinner.
He fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow.