Constantine felt his face flush for a moment as his eyes met his fathers, hand extended in greeting. “Thanks, Dad.” Constantine grinned wider. “I’m quite well, thanks. You? Mum?” As he greeted his father, Constantine felt a surge of pride zip through him and he smiled again. It was as if he were back at the manor, riding alongside his father the last time he was home. It was a connection that was at once as curious as it was welcomed yet unfamiliar. It was odd how they were so similar. Lost in his thoughts for a split second, Constantine’s eyebrow twitched slightly.
“It’ll be nice to be off grounds. They’ve got me in detentions.” He said as he took a step towards Hogsmeade, the ends of his words would curled like smoke in fury. “Rubbish, that. Hogsmeade sounds lovely. ” He said, changing the subject to something more lighter in fare. Journal exchanges with several Death Eaters weighed heavy on his mind and he shoved those fears back inside with a swift breath as he walked.