Chapter 9

The letter:

My dear friend;

I am in the middle of an interesting search at the moment so I will met up with your son in a week. Tell Jules I say hi! See you later.

Your Best (young) friend

Magnus Bane. High Warlock of Brooklyn.

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" Soo we waited this long only to get this and on top of that to be told to wait even longer? " Me.

" ... It seems so. " Mom.

" An interesting friend you have there Dad. " Me.

" Well as much as he is dramatic he can also be even more anticlimactic sometimes... But this just gives us more time to teach you what we know! " Dad.

" Nooooo " Me.

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And so my hell continued till I heard the sound of a bell. Heaven.

' Please let it be Magnus. Please let it be Magnus. Please let it be Magnus. ' I thought over and over hoping that maybe just maybe this will be Magnus and that he would somehow convince Mom and Dad to stop the trainings (Which I surprisingly came to Enjoy!) and memorization (Which I unsurprisingly came to Despise!!) for a while.

" Hadrian! Come here Magnus is here! " Mom shouted.

" Coming! "

I put down one of the books I was reading since it was my me time right now (Hermione would be so proud though I still hate studying now more than ever it didn't mean I couldn't enjoy a quite reading moment in my life.) Then went downstairs to meet my new teacher.

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The first thing Hadrian saw was a 5'11'' man with dark brown hair with slight emerald green stripes. He had on a dark green shirt with a long black trench coat, tight black jeans and shiny black business shoes. All of those clothes were simple on their own but together and especially on him they looked rare than silver and gold combined. His looks and the way he carried himself would definitely make whatever he wore become way expensive than they originally were that's for sure.

While Hadrian was checking Magnus out Magnus was also doing the same.

As much as Hadrian tried to look like a kid and act like one he still had that aura of a grown up and a powerful one at that. One that has seen a lot. So it's not a surprise that the first thing that appeared in Magnus's mind was...

' Who is this old scary man? '

Then his eyes looked at Hadrian's physical body and not only his aura. He saw a young child...

He looked back and forth from Hadrian' aura to his body and back again.

' What's going on? ' He thought.

Both of their thoughts were cut off by Jest who came down from his study.

" Magnus! "

" Jest! "

Then they hugged.

" Come on sweetie let's live the 'big boys' alone. There's should still be some Treacle tart left if I remember right. "

Before Hadrian could argue he heard the magical words. Treacle tart were still one of his favorite thing ever!

" What are we waiting for then! Let's go! " Hadrian said with a bright smile and shining eyes. He took his mother's left arm and proceeded to lead her to the kitchen completely oblivious to the dark brown eyes following him.