Release Me PV - Professor Orion Lécuyer

The classroom had settled into a familiar post-lesson silence, with the chalkboard freshly cleaned and prepped for Orion's next cohort. The Frenchman sat behind his desk, his suit jacket hanging over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his collar shirt rolled up as his quill slid across a piece of parchment.

When Harlan entered the room, Orion didn't bother to look up. He allowed seconds to pass by, his quill still scratching the surface of the parchment. Only when the silence between the two had stretched to the point of discomfort, did he lay his quill down onto the desk and glance up at the student standing in his doorway.

"You can put your wand down, Mr. Montgomery." His tone was mild, amused almost. It was almost cute, how he thought the wand would protect him. That he assumed he needed protection from Orion. His gaze flickered towards where the student's hand disappeared into his robes, "if I wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have made it through the door."

He pushed his chair back and stood, the wheels sliding against the stone tiling. He rose to his full height slowly, his eyes never leaving Harlan's face. "What exactly is it about this summer you wish to talk about?" He asked as he unrolled his sleeves absently, as if they were about to have a chat about the weather. He, of course, knew the real reason Harlan was here. It was the same reason most people eventually came out of hiding; he was tired of being afraid.

As Harlan's wand made a proper appearance Orion didn't bother to look down or even draw his own wand. He could disarm him within a millisecond. Orion had ended many fights before they could even begin and he had done it without the use of his wand; he was gifted with both wandless and nonverbal magic. They often dropped before they knew what hit them.

The only reason he used a wand was to keep up appearances. Wandless magic unsettled people and nonverbal magic unsettled them more. When put together... Well, it made him into someone that people couldn't quite trust. They preferred their danger to be visible, which was understandable. Allowing them to believe in his need for a wand was a kindness. Peace of mind.

"Well," Orion started, a brow half rising. Harlan could be punished for something like threatening his professor. Luckily for him, Orion wasn't insulted. Fear often made people do stupid things... Like a fifteen year old kid trying to threaten a man who had been both an Auror and hit wizard for over a decade. "at least now you're being honest about wanting to attack your professor. Good. Keep it out."

He pushed off his relaxed position against the desk and took a step towards the teenager. Not too close, but close enough to remind him that space was something Orion controlled, like everything else in the room. "Ah, yes. The wedding. First half was lovely, can't say I cared for the second half. I'm thinking of doing something a little less pink for my own wedding." Orion's tone was familiar as he tried to slip back into the persona he used at work; the carefree professor who had too much of a sweet tooth.

He crossed the room towards the blackboard, his right hand grabbing the chalk as he begin to write down the topic of his next lesson. Grindylows. "The short answer is I don't know. It could have been a variety of things. I wasn't certain if you'd remember or if asking you would make the trauma resurface," he explained, his chalk gliding across slate. "I did what I had to do to protect you, as difficult as that is for you to believe."

"Your father likely didn't want to answer because he doesn't want to think of what sort of thing was inside your head." He paused, before his tone softened, "Because you don't get to go back to being some carefree kid who studies spells in textbooks after this sort of thing, do you?"