"Lord Black!"
Altair turned at the sound of his title, and found two people waiting for him. One was a woman he didn't recognise while the man behind her was someone he'd recognise anywhere.
"Yes? How may I help you?"
"Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet. I wanted to ask about the statements you made in tonight's Wizengamot meeting. What exactly prompted this?" The woman was a blonde with her hair done elaborately, bright red lipstick shining on her pale face and emerald green nails as tall as her fingers. She wore an excess amount of jewellery that made her look – in Altair's humble opinion – gaudy in comparison to the pureblood ladies she interviewed.
"Speaking with my siblings about some of the issues I mentioned was definitely a big contributor, as well as speaking to some students at Hogwarts. My mother also helped collect the data we submitted tonight, so I'd say she takes most of the credit, as of all my direct family, she was the only one to experience our country after the war."
"Any comment then, Lady Avery-Black?"
"I support all that my son has stated and will be supporting any bills and/or statements he will make in the Wizengamot henceforth until there comes a time when someone else claims the Avery Headship." Harmonia said confidently, putting her hand on her son's shoulder in silent support as the powerful duo stood side by side. A flash of a camera made the two blink a bit in surprise before sharing a smirk and bidding the smug woman farewell. Before they could turn towards the floo once more; however, another person interrupted them; the one person they hadn't wanted to talk to at all.
"Altair, my boy. And Harmonia! Would you mind giving me a moment of your time?" The request seemed to have taken a lot for him to do, as he wasn't fast enough to hide his grimace from their keen eyes.
"Albus, what can we do for you?" Harmonia replied with a sardonic smile on her face.
"I was just wondering what brought on your rather... strong statement today."
"Oh, a lot of things Albus," Altair said calmly, "as I'm sure you've already heard us say to Miss Skeeter."
"Yes, but are you sure you want to make these statements, my boy? They were very... controversial as one might say."
"And I meant every word. Are you perhaps doubting my sanity Headmaster, or my opinions? Or could you be doubting my liability? Any answer will be quite offensive, if you must know."
"I didn't mean any offense, my boy, I was just concerned as it hasn't been long since you've woken up."
"I'll be the judge of that Headmaster, not you. Also, I'd appreciate it if you would stop speaking so... familiarly with me. I haven't been your student for many years, so I don't see why you'd insist on calling me 'boy'. I am a thirty five years old man, so certainly not a boy. A more appropriate greeting would be welcome."
"Of course Lord Black, I'm afraid old habits die hard." The man said through gritted teeth, and the mother son duo both responded with shark-like smiles.
"Understandable Albus. Now if you'll excuse us." With that, the two spun with a flourish, their robes billowing behind them as they left arm in arm.
Dumbledore: 0 Blacks: 1
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"No, but seriously Altair, that was one hell of a dressing down. And to get Rita Skeeter to write it. Brilliant!" Severus exclaimed in pride as he waved the Daily Prophet around in his excitement.
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