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xp_logsFollowing a talk with the parents of the three troublemakers, Amanda has a private chat with Bas' dad. She's less than impressed.
Amanda watched Bas leave with Megan, half-wishing one of the actual leather brigade were here. Rescuing potential students from evil magic users and bringing them home? Sure thing. But actually talking to a parent about the school like a normal person?
She took a sip of her Coke, wishing it was a pint, and gave Mr. Druid a curious look. "I'm not sure what else there is to tell you about the school, Mr. Druid," she said. "I pretty much laid it out for all of you already."
"Doctor, please," Anthony corrected in a tone that said he was used to correcting people about it, but had too much pride not to correct people, either. He glanced across the table to where the other children were talking excitedly with their parents about the school. "Could we talk in private, Ms. Sefton?"
"Of course, Doctor," Amanda replied, a little mystified by the whole thing. "I know Bas wants to go to Xavier's to be with his mates, but if you'd rather he stayed home..."
"Not at all," Anthony waved that statement away as he led Amanda over to the dart board under the pretense of playing a game. "Ms. Sefton, please let us cut through this pretense. I know you know who I am." She was a witch, and everyone in the magical community knew who Doctor Druid was.
"Um, sorry?" Amanda looked at him blankly from where she was selecting darts. "I think I might have missed something?"
"I am Doctor Anthony Druid," the man said in an aggravated tone, barely managing to keep his volume down. Magic crackled in the air. "I have spent almost thirty years studying the magical rites of the druids and have more knowledge of their ancient rituals than anyone else on earth!" he hissed.
Oops. "Of course, I'm so sorry," she hastened to smooth things over, while secretly thinking that 'Druid' wasn't exactly subtle as a choice of surname. "I haven't studied the druids so much, living in the States and all, especially since urban magic is more my thing." She gave him a 'whoops, I'm just a silly blonde' smile. "I'm surprised. Bas said he didn't have any magical talent."
Anthony narrowed his eyes at Amanda, thinking about her exactly what she wanted him to think. "He does not. That is what I wish to discuss with you. I have been trying his entire life to produce some sort of magical prowess out of him. He has none. He is rather a disappointment as a son. But I believe you are as aware as I am that he does have a predisposition to magic. You can sense it, can you not? I wish him to go to this school of yours to learn magic."
Poor kid. He probably knows full well his dad's disappointed in him, too. Amanda's expression remained friendly and sympathetic, but Dr. Druid wasn't endearing himself to her much. "I noticed he's got the potential, yeah," she replied. There'd been a spark of something there, not much, but enough to ping her own magical sense. "And I can certainly do my best to teach him, Dr. Druid. I have a lot of resources available - that was how I found the three of them in the first place."
Doctor Druid snorted under his breath. "Madam, with the amount of magic his two compatriots were hurling around, I would not be surprised if the rowing crew at Oxford found them." He tossed a dart lazily and it thunked into the bottom left quadrant of the board. "My son must find his magical focus and become a magician of the highest calibre. It is of the utmost importance. You must convince those children he associates with to go to this school of yours. Sebastian will follow them without question."
"Pardon me for asking, but why is it so important he become a magician?" Amanda asked innocently. "He really didn't seem very interested when I talked to them the other day."
"Because he is my son," Anthony responded in a clipped tone. "Everything I do, all my work and research is for him. So that he will carry on my studies, my very name, when I am gone. I am building a legacy for him. And I will not see my life's work crumble into dust because my son is disinclined to put in the effort or the thought required to be a magician."
"Of course, of course," Amanda waited until Dr. Druid had finished his turn with the darts and took her place. For a moment, she considered missing the board entirely to cement her 'harmless silly bint' act, but she was also supposed to be clever enough to be teaching these kids. Besides, sod that for a game of soldiers - her three darts smacked soundly into the triple score section of the twenty point segment. "Family heritage is so important, especially in our circles. I'll do my best to make him see that."
Anthony's gaze turned from the dartboard and he gave Amanda a puzzled look, but quickly schooled his features back to their usual bored countenance. "Excellent. Thank you, Ms. Sefton. I hope you have more luck with Sebastian than I've had."
"I'm sure I'll be able to help him, Dr. Druid," Amanda replied blandly. She could have been agreeing with him, or something else entirely.
Amanda watched Bas leave with Megan, half-wishing one of the actual leather brigade were here. Rescuing potential students from evil magic users and bringing them home? Sure thing. But actually talking to a parent about the school like a normal person?
She took a sip of her Coke, wishing it was a pint, and gave Mr. Druid a curious look. "I'm not sure what else there is to tell you about the school, Mr. Druid," she said. "I pretty much laid it out for all of you already."
"Doctor, please," Anthony corrected in a tone that said he was used to correcting people about it, but had too much pride not to correct people, either. He glanced across the table to where the other children were talking excitedly with their parents about the school. "Could we talk in private, Ms. Sefton?"
"Of course, Doctor," Amanda replied, a little mystified by the whole thing. "I know Bas wants to go to Xavier's to be with his mates, but if you'd rather he stayed home..."
"Not at all," Anthony waved that statement away as he led Amanda over to the dart board under the pretense of playing a game. "Ms. Sefton, please let us cut through this pretense. I know you know who I am." She was a witch, and everyone in the magical community knew who Doctor Druid was.
"Um, sorry?" Amanda looked at him blankly from where she was selecting darts. "I think I might have missed something?"
"I am Doctor Anthony Druid," the man said in an aggravated tone, barely managing to keep his volume down. Magic crackled in the air. "I have spent almost thirty years studying the magical rites of the druids and have more knowledge of their ancient rituals than anyone else on earth!" he hissed.
Oops. "Of course, I'm so sorry," she hastened to smooth things over, while secretly thinking that 'Druid' wasn't exactly subtle as a choice of surname. "I haven't studied the druids so much, living in the States and all, especially since urban magic is more my thing." She gave him a 'whoops, I'm just a silly blonde' smile. "I'm surprised. Bas said he didn't have any magical talent."
Anthony narrowed his eyes at Amanda, thinking about her exactly what she wanted him to think. "He does not. That is what I wish to discuss with you. I have been trying his entire life to produce some sort of magical prowess out of him. He has none. He is rather a disappointment as a son. But I believe you are as aware as I am that he does have a predisposition to magic. You can sense it, can you not? I wish him to go to this school of yours to learn magic."
Poor kid. He probably knows full well his dad's disappointed in him, too. Amanda's expression remained friendly and sympathetic, but Dr. Druid wasn't endearing himself to her much. "I noticed he's got the potential, yeah," she replied. There'd been a spark of something there, not much, but enough to ping her own magical sense. "And I can certainly do my best to teach him, Dr. Druid. I have a lot of resources available - that was how I found the three of them in the first place."
Doctor Druid snorted under his breath. "Madam, with the amount of magic his two compatriots were hurling around, I would not be surprised if the rowing crew at Oxford found them." He tossed a dart lazily and it thunked into the bottom left quadrant of the board. "My son must find his magical focus and become a magician of the highest calibre. It is of the utmost importance. You must convince those children he associates with to go to this school of yours. Sebastian will follow them without question."
"Pardon me for asking, but why is it so important he become a magician?" Amanda asked innocently. "He really didn't seem very interested when I talked to them the other day."
"Because he is my son," Anthony responded in a clipped tone. "Everything I do, all my work and research is for him. So that he will carry on my studies, my very name, when I am gone. I am building a legacy for him. And I will not see my life's work crumble into dust because my son is disinclined to put in the effort or the thought required to be a magician."
"Of course, of course," Amanda waited until Dr. Druid had finished his turn with the darts and took her place. For a moment, she considered missing the board entirely to cement her 'harmless silly bint' act, but she was also supposed to be clever enough to be teaching these kids. Besides, sod that for a game of soldiers - her three darts smacked soundly into the triple score section of the twenty point segment. "Family heritage is so important, especially in our circles. I'll do my best to make him see that."
Anthony's gaze turned from the dartboard and he gave Amanda a puzzled look, but quickly schooled his features back to their usual bored countenance. "Excellent. Thank you, Ms. Sefton. I hope you have more luck with Sebastian than I've had."
"I'm sure I'll be able to help him, Dr. Druid," Amanda replied blandly. She could have been agreeing with him, or something else entirely.
