I Heard You Were Talking Shit

[Priam Lestrange]

After his talk with Mercutio, Priam thought it’d be for the best if he spoke with Octavian. Clearly, the boy had not really understood his lesson if he went around blabbering about it to his brother. Another child would have tried to improve his behaviour after their father had to go to such extremes, but clearly no Octavian.

Seated in his office, Priam waited for his son to arrive. He had informed his governess that he wanted to see him and to bring him discreetly in his office. He didn’t want others to know that they were to meet, even if he hoped that they’d just talk.

Once the boy was seated in the chair in front of his desk, Priam eyed him coldly before saying: “Tell me, Octavian, have you learnt your lesson that last time you were here?”

  

[Octavian Lestrange]

Octavian had been thinking ever since he had been grounded. He had avoided Mercutio, practically sent his older brother to the library so he could think on his own when he was not having lectures. He had not done his homework lately because he had been thinking. He had purposefully not spoken with his father since then - he really did not see any reason to talk with him. So when his governess told him to follow and they ended up inside his father's office, Octavian just stayed quiet and sat in the chair.

"Depends on what lesson you are thinking about." he replied and looked down at the floor. He just wanted to think right now, He still wanted revenge on Wilde, but maybe he should find another way than his original plan.

  

[Priam Lestrange]

“Do not sass me, Octavian Klaus Lestrange,” Priam told his son. After all that had happened, Octavian still came to him, being all chill.

“I had hoped that after that day you’d understand your mistakes, but instead, I hear that you went straight to your brother, making it seem like some unfair murder rather than a rightful punishment.”

  

[Octavian Lestrange]

"I did not. Mercutio guessed from hints." he said. Octavian had never directly said anything to his brother. "I should not have yelled at you, or hit you." he added with a small sigh in his voice. He knew that it was wrong to have done so, had known it more or less the same second he had done it, but at the situation he had been so filled with emotions that he could not stop himself.

"I should never have fought with Wilde, but I could not just let him stand and talk bad about me, about the family and about Daemon."

  

[Priam Lestrange]

“Do not lie to me!” Priam yelled and slapped his desk. If he one day ended up with a broken hand it’d be solely Octavian’s fault.

At least this time his son seemed to be more reasonable, so Priam calmed down. There seemed to be a hint of remorse in Octavian’s voice and for that Priam was glad.

“I would like us to leave that matter behind,” Priam said. “That is not to say that you are forgiven, and you will have no pet as long as you live under my roof, but I’d rather you did not turn my firstborn against me, so it’d be for the best we did not hate each other.”

  

[Octavian Lestrange]

"I promise you father - I did not wanted Mercutio to find out in the first place. I did not wanted to have him involved in all of this. I did not wanted to get him into trouble, what I do and put myself through should not get him into trouble." he said and looked at his father. As much as Octavian could be hard to Mercutio, then he did not wanted to get his brother in trouble.

"I cannot leave it behind. Daemon meant a lot to me, and he was the only one that could make me smile when I was angry." he added.

  

[Priam Lestrange]

“You will get over it,” Priam told his son. “He was just a dog. In a year’s time, you will not even remember him anymore.”

  

[Octavian Lestrange]

"You are probably right." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He just wanted to go back to his room, he still had lessons for today and he doubted his father would approve if he fell behins just because he had been grounded.

  

[Priam Lestrange]

“I’m glad we are of the same mind,” Priam commented. He had kind of expected Octavian to take great offense in his comment and throw a tantrum again.

“Now, don’t you have a French lesson to attend to?”

  

[Octavian Lestrange]

"Yes father." he replied quickly, before he jumped down from the chair and went to the door, not exactly eager to get to his lesson, but it was better than to sit in his father's office.