"-I understand that you might feel uncomfortable-"
John slide his fingers down the dry page, flipping to the next once he finished reading it.
"-ut as you know, the Ministry has appointed me now as your current, standing guardian-"
His knee bounced, once every so often bumping the small table above them.
"-understand that I intend to take this seriously to ensure your health and safety needs-"
John yawned into a bawled fist, once again marveling slightly on their current size.
"Are you even listening to me Mr. Constantine?!"
"No."
Mother always said to tell no lies.
His babysitter had arrived.
In truth, that's exactly what he was.
A proud member of the so called prestige and all powerful Ministry of Magic, part timing as an over-glorified and most likely underpaid sitter for kids.
Surely this job was his first pick right?
Tristan Klaus was his name.
An Auror of average height, slim build and topped with professionally kept, light brown hair.
The Tristan fella was a younger man, early to mid twenties tops.
Probably fresh out of the Magic College or whatever shit they had here.
Squared, wired glasses framed large blues eyes gleamed over with an envy inducing naivety.
The kid was green, everyone must've thought that handling a child was an easy first task ta give away.
Pricks.
Tristian tried to hold in his annoyance, trying to feign a solid mask of professionalism and politeness.
He had a shit poker face.
John could've told ya that much.
Sneakin shit past the sad bloke will probably be easier that he thought....
"Can we- can you please try to follow along kid?"
Kid?
Have ya seen yourself sport?
"I understand that you're uncomfortable staying in the presence of an adult-"-snort-"-you don't know-and that's completely fine! But you must see that in order for this process to actually work you have to cooperate!"
If John looked hard enough he could see steam leakin out of the kid's ears.
"Now have you unpacked all your belongings?"
"Uh....yeah."
"Ok. I'm giving you a 'heads up', as the muggles say, that we'll be relocating soon."
"Relocating?"
"Yes, moving somewhere else-"-twitch-"-the ministry has set up a place where we can both stay comfortably."
Tristan huffed, waving a hand around them.
"A measly hotel room like this isn't sufficient enough."
As much as he wanted ta beat that condescending tone outta've em-the bloke had a point.
"Right......um.........now what?"
Tristan hesitated, almost appearing as clueless as he acted.
John knew what they could do-but he doubted anyone would like his ideas.
"I-I....suppose that you can go do what you wish for now.....a dinner shall be prepared shortly!"
Nice save Klaus.
"Sure." John twisted on his heel, venturing back to his room with his book in hand.
He slipped past the door and shut it firmly, Astra crooning a greeting.
"Ello luv. Guess we got a flat mate eh?"
He walked up to the cage and squeezed his fingers through the wired frame. To the best of his ability, his fiddled his fingers up and down the soft feathers.
With a grin he leaned in a little,
"Let's just hope that he doesn't make too much of a fuss aye? Hate ta have em sleep outside."
The blonde retracted his digits, the fingers in question slightly sore now.
John tossed his book on his desk, moving past the furniture as it skid across the wood and to a stop.
Instead his fell face first into the mattress.
He sneezed as the scratchy and dust filled covers met his senses.
The blonde breathed in as much as he could in his restrictive position before giving out a long suffering sigh.
Wonderful.
Well, looking on the brighter side of things, he had a bit of time to himself.......more or less...
He could think of ways back to his Earth, of Manny or that bastard demon.
He could think on ways to piss off Tristan and Snape.
He could think on that house shit and ways to avoid it incase he didn't have a solution by the summer's end.
He could equally think of ways to avoid Malfoy and those laughable goons he calls companions.
He could gloss over that dark lord Voldemort bullshit that flew around a few times.
He could-
"-ack!"
The mage flipped upright quickly, leaning his back on the headrest while he clutched at his head.
There was just so much to do!
He hasn't felt this overwhelmed-this weighed down since he first set out to fight against the Riding Darkness, expected to and has gone to hell and back over it.
It's been almost a year since he'd first set foot on this earth.
Almost immediately he knew that his magical input wasn't the same as before-yes, he still had much of his control thankfully, but it wasn't as powerful as it had been. Something that he's noticed the more and more he's casted spells on his own time.
John unbuttoned the sleeves and drew them back, carefully to avoid possible damage.
He wanted to see where he was at...and this was in a magical area, with a guardian now present. He wasn't worried that he'd be marked for underaged magic.
He concentrated on his magic, pushing as much as he deemed safe or at least cautious enough.
Then his eyes almost burst out of his sockets.
He-
His magic-
Huh.
It was flowing easier.
Brown eyes sparkled at the thought.
His magic was flowing easier!
There was a chance that at the very least his strength was returning!
Apart from size-he'd be back in full Constantine fashion!
This was great!-
"Mr. Constantine! I have our meal prepared, a tad bit simple but it's our first night!"
"Y-yeah I'll be there in a second mate!"
But...this arose something new.
If there was a possibility that John was slowly getting back into shape-what about the demon that brought their asses there?!
Shit.
John bit his lip, his hand rubbing along arms in an absentminded worry.
Manny better bring his feathery pricked ass back here soon....he didn't know that, if the curse or side affect or whatever the fuck happened to him was even possible to reverse! And until then, John needed to haul ass to determine what the fuck that demon was 100%, find out it's weaknesses, find some more firepower and find a way home!-
"Mr. Constantine!-"
"-hang on ya impatient bloke! I ain't goin deaf any time soon, I'm comin along!"
He drug himself upright and onto his feet, sighing along again as he shuffled stiffly towards the door.
As he gripped the handle he paused.....looking out the window.
With the best view of the sky he had from his angle, he felt his lips quirk at the sight.
Full moon.
That quirk shifted into a humorless smirk.
Whatever the case was........
...........he'll handle it.
The door closed behind him.
Ladies. Gentlemen. Those in between.
The unthinkable has happened......
.....our book is over........
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