As it was with last time, Miles entered the Mansion and was directed by the same house elf. He entered the same - stone faced and seemingly calm - and took a seat. He waited.
With the elf freshly dismissed, Lucius watched Miles Bletchley take a seat before him, unable to stop spotting the similarities between the boy and his father. Honestly, it made Lucius a bit uneasy.
"It seems you've gotten your wish. Must be your lucky day," he said coolly, placing his hands with his fingers laced on his desk top.
Lucius looked down his nose at the boy, he knew he wouldn't like him at all and would have no problems handling his training to the greatest extreme possible.
"When I find the time. You will now be running on my schedule, Mr. Bletchley." He almost couldn't resist the side smirk finding it's way onto his face.
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"It seems you've gotten your wish. Must be your lucky day," he said coolly, placing his hands with his fingers laced on his desk top.
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Miles didn't know whether or not it would be appropriate to thank the man. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't have.
"When do I start?"
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"When I find the time. You will now be running on my schedule, Mr. Bletchley." He almost couldn't resist the side smirk finding it's way onto his face.
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