Catching Up (R) [Dragon]

Bruce sat in the last booth of a bar somewhere in the UK. He was lucky his class was the one that made the professors spend less time at Hogwarts, so on sundays he could exit early in the morning, and only return at night. Drinking from a bottle of croft, he yawned as he flipped the pages of the daily prophet. This was a new strange life he had gotten used to.

Dragon was stood perfectly behind him, no noise, he wouldn't know he leaned forward and shouted "BOO!" then front flipped over him and landed perfectly before sitting down. "Nice to see you Brucy"

Bruce didn't bother to raise his eyes from the prophet and only sipped the croft once again, "Good afternoon Dragon," he sighed and then began to wander what the actual fuck was Dragon doing there. Malphas had told him Dragon was teaching at Wolfclaw, so why the bloody hell was he in the united kingdom, in a bar non the less.

"I know what your thinking. I was bored and in the neighbour hood so I thought I should vist you, heard Marvolo kicked your ass into being a non violent man. Tis a shame that."

"She didn't," he growled and then turned the page, "I did that to myself," he admitted.

"Will you at least look at me when we converse, I am your friend, I hope. Surely I deserve that." he said. Not in a well mannered way, in a challanging way.

"We were friends in the old age Dragon. We are now acquaintances," He spoke coldly to his best man, and lifted his head only out of respect.

"Well fuck off then you oversized waste of fucking space!" he said as he glared at Bruce.

"If you insist," Bruce answered coldly, his hands slipping away from the prophet. He grabbed the bottle and walked to the counter, "How much?"

"I'm a teacher you hot headed little shit. I don't do that shit anymore. I have a new love for necromacy."

"Why do I don't find it hard to believe your love for Necromancy will lead you to our old ways?" he asked as he payed the barkeep.

"I like teaching. Its fun, gives me something to do, calms me down."

"You were ready to punch me, and you call that being calm?" he asked as he flipped a coin at the barman, before drinking from his croft, "Do me a favor? Take out your sword and kill someone just so I can know I'm right," he chuckled then shook his head.

Dragon smiled "I don't have a sword on me fool. I don't carry them anymore, or any blade. And yes, I will punch you if your being an ass"

"Well then you're just asking to be killed," he said and showed a dagger he still carried just in case.

"I said I wasn't carrying a blade. Doen't mean I can't get one when I need it" he grinned at his friends old habit "Old habits I see, I am not 'evil' I left the old ways. You've become moodier than my ex wife" he remarked wih a grin

"You're not evil? I doubt that," he pointed out with a grin, "Well I got a big family now. So, yeah. Ex-Wife? Bitch, when were you married?" he asked and then raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, I'm personality cruel, dark and evil, but affifilliation wise i'm not." he smiled "Oh that? when I was 18 I married the beautiful woman, strong, fast, smart, loved books...she...she died..."

"Did you kill her because she was unfaithful? Or was she killed by someone else?" he asked, speaking not as coldly now, and dropping the grin, "If that happened, I believe you had revenge?"

"she was murdered. And yes I did, I took my vengence on him, he's never recovered."

"You didn't kill him?" he asked raising a brow.

"No, I broke him, took everything he cared about, his lover, his brothers and sisters, his son, father, friends, anything that he cared about was broken, I hung all the bodies in the house from the ceiling. Three weeks later he hung himself." Dragon said calmly "but now I'm a teacher and care little for my past."

"I expect that to be true," he said almost warning.

"As a point, you're bitching because I was a Death Eater, yet you were high up in the chain of command, you have no place, anyway, I'm under strict orders from Averbane. No member of the Grimm clan is allowed to cause trouble or murder unless self defense."

"I was...well the fourth in command. In line, Lord Voldemort, Morana, Marvolo, then me. Only because I was a Carrow though," he admitted with a shrug.