𝐈𝐠𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟. @ViciousRadical

@ACERBICVEXATION “Loud and clear!” This really was all too comical, to the point where Igor was willing to let his oldest friend strike him. Maybe it’d get his dick out of a twist. “Save the smacking for your students, won’t you?”

Bursts into @ACERBICVEXATION’s office, completely baffled as to what Andrei’s just informed him of. “Damn, Daniel. . . You really lost it, didn’t you?”

Well, that was a bust. Now to find Daniel. . . wait. Where the fuck did he go? A massive groan surpassed his lips, you’ve got to be joking.

@REBELLIOUSSPITE + stood. “You know what? don’t mention it. I’ll be seeing you, Flynn. . . Tell your sister I said hello, won’t you?”

@REBELLIOUSSPITE It was amusing watching Flynn’s inner debate show on the boy’s face, causing a small smirk to appear on his lips. Just the fact that he had not turned Igor down was enough to know that he could be convinced, with time. Nodding, the older man gave him a small wave as he +

@REBELLIOUSSPITE + best to cater towards the younger ones with prizes.

@REBELLIOUSSPITE “You’d have to prove yourself, of course. Not many of your kind are too willing to show that they’re above the bottom tier. . . . but the reward is well worth it.” The words rolled off his tongue, as if he was talking about treasures beyond Flynn’s wildest dreams. Always +

@REBELLIOUSSPITE + They’d never mess with you again.”

@REBELLIOUSSPITE “Shady is. . . an interesting way to put it. I mean, you’re a muggleborn, right? You must get people putting you down for it a lot.” Resting one ankle over the opposite knee, Igor leaned forward. “What if I told you that you’d be at the same level as all of those snakes? +

It didn’t take him long to return with two glasses of bourbon, neat, handing one to Flynn before sitting in the chair opposite. “You making many friends here, Flynn?”

“She won’t hear it from me. What do you feel like?” Gesturing over to a couple of empty seats, Igor ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, I know her. She’s a friend of mine, actually.” A nod followed Igor’s words, before his arms crossed over his chest. Surely if this kid was capable enough to get expelled, he was capable enough to handle ( their ) life. “You want a proper drink, Flynn?”

“Poynt? As in, Fable Poynt’s brother?” Oh, he could have laughed — this was all too perfect. “Wasn’t for me either, but I figure if I’m the one running the joint, it’ll be bareable.”

“Igor Karkaroff, I’m set to be the headmaster there in a couple of years.” He extended a hand to the youth, continuing on with the warm demeanour.

Wandering over to Flynn, he offered the kid a (rather out of character) smile. “You look familiar, kid. Ever been to Durmstrang?”

( That ) one looks. . . like a perfect little troublemaker. He glanced towards the shorter boy who seemed to be hiding a drink, smirking ever so slightly.