Chapter 2 – Wand Choosing
Stepping out from the green flames, I quickly readjusted myself, looking back and watching my Father appear from the fireplace. I never could truly get used to traveling by the Floo Network. It made me a bit dizzy every time... not as dizzy as using a Portkey, mind you. That one, I truly hate.
"You look as if you just inhaled a handful of ash, son!" Father laughed, slapping my back, knowing my thoughts full well. "You can't go everywhere by broomstick!"
"I thought about apparating, mind you," I replied indignantly.
"Did you, now?" He smirked at me, and I knew that tone very well, as I used it frequently when dealing with one of my younger cousins. "Getting your wand and already aiming to learn apparition? Well, well, well! Go for it!"
"Ugh... Father... you know full well, I don't know how...." I answered, giving up as it was impossible to win against him. He was my Father, after all.
"No, I am serious." He continued, and I felt his hand squeeze my left shoulder. "You are young, but if you think you can master it, go for it. Hogwarts only teach it when you get older, but if you manage to sneak into the restricted part of the library and...."
"Are you telling your only son to break the rules and do something... bad?" I asked back, in a more hushed voice, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Rules are there for those who can't think for themselves."
"Ah." I smiled. It was a family motto. Kinda. I don't know where it came from, but Father loved to repeat it to me... yet when I got myself into trouble and quoted him, somehow it never counted... figures! Well, whatever! It is not like I would try to do something to get myself into trouble while at school... well... let me clarify that. I would not get caught when breaking a rule. I'm not in the mood to experience the punishment that is dished out in there.