Shit. He didn't like where this was going. He took another big step back and debating running towards his mom's room. Though that did seem kind of childish - he was a man now, a death eater... he should be fighting his own battled. Though he'd really rather his mother did it for him. "I'm strong enough, I don't-- don't need than. I... I want to go." He should have been firmer on that. He tried to say it with more conviction. "I need to go, I'm -- it's late." And he didn't want any pain.
"Then ask me properly. Politely. Maybe I'll give you permission." He could have flung a curse right then, but Barty preferred the psychological torture for now, the build-up. And making that arrogant little prick beg for freedom of movement in his own home? There was a lot of satisfaction in that, he'd admit it. He watched Draco, even smiling. Wand in hand, but not pointed. Waiting to be shown however much respect he felt like asking for.
"But it's my house..." He shouldn't have to ask. Yet there was that wand. Looming, ready to strike... he really didn't want to end up a ferret for the rest of the night. It was horrible enough the first time. Politely. He just had to ask politely. Lowering his head, he tried his best not to have to look in this prick's eyes. "Can I go to my room now?"
"Run along then. And do some studying, you're an embarrassment." Barty exhaled, watching the boy to see what he'd do, because he didn't lower his wand just yet. He liked terrifying him. Very, very low-hanging fruit, but still. Fun nonetheless and he did deserve it. He wondered if there was anyone in that generation who actually knew how to fight the fight on their side.
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Shit. He didn't like where this was going. He took another big step back and debating running towards his mom's room. Though that did seem kind of childish - he was a man now, a death eater... he should be fighting his own battled. Though he'd really rather his mother did it for him. "I'm strong enough, I don't-- don't need than. I... I want to go." He should have been firmer on that. He tried to say it with more conviction. "I need to go, I'm -- it's late." And he didn't want any pain.
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