Vincent ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, a terrible tick that he was no good at breaking and bit his lower lip, another terrible tick.
"Stop that," Lina, the nanny to his son, reprimanded him, "you're gonna go bald and then Lucca has no chance of having a proper mother." Vince's jaw dropped.
"Are you telling me that my looks is the only thing that'll get me a wife?"
"Yes, now get to work." She shooed him away. If this were any other woman in the world, she would be jobless. But Lina Hunderon had been there for him since his divorce, and she was basically the mother Lucca needed. Therefore he couldn't begrudge her anything truly. Besides it was funny to think that whereas most men needed to worry about the weight of their wallet, he needed to worry about going bald. He chuckled a bit at the ridiculousness as he floo'd to Merlin's for his next class. Health and Habitat in Dragon Training. He was ecstatic to delve into it.
He sat down on his desk, his legs hanging off the edge and his wand in one hand as he waited for them all to approach.
"Good morning everyone please take your seats so we may begin."
