Rise and Shine |CHASE|

Albus rolled his eyes at Chases' dramatics, his children always did tend to underestimate both his magical proficiency and his capacity as their father. He knew that he probably was a little too easy on them all, but he couldn't bring himself to be worse, especially after watching how James had brought Blake and Faith up. He wasn't too bad with Evan, but Evan had probably been scared into submission over the years. Albus didn't like that, he liked his kids to be able to experiment and do what they wanted to do, but only to a certain extent. And Chase was about to learn where exactly the upper limit of that extent reached.

"Deal with it," he said shortly, giving his son a warning look, "My problem is that it's gone two o clock, and you're still laying in your pit rather than figuring out what you want to do with your life and doing something about it. I've given you enough time, Chase, but I'm sick of you laying around the house doing nothing, and I won't stand for it anymore." Albus sighed and walked over to the window, hoping the calm of the rolling hills and the sea in the distance would help to calm him. He had never been a particularly harsh man, and he didn't intend to be with his children, even if his anger was occasionally undeniable.

Albus eyed Chases' wand with some animosity as he picked it up. He wasn't worried about what his son might throw at him, he had been studying and using magic for longer than his son had been alive and it was one thing that he would not be bested on. James might have been a match for him, but they had different strengths, and it made for an interesting duel. As his brain went on something of a tangent, he calmed down a little, his breathing evening out and the anger that had flowed through his veins only seconds before dissipating.

He watched as Chase summoned a towel, and smirked just a little, his son knew better than to try him in that respect. At the same time as feeling oddly smug, he also felt a bit hopeless. His son had done relatively well in school, he knew enough to hold his own, and enough to procure a job in the wizarding world, even without the influence of his name. Not that Albus condoned the use of their name to advance themselves unfairly, but he was willing to make an exception if it meant that Chase would get off of his ass and do something with his life.

The sarcasm in Chases' words merely made Albus raise an eyebrow, the younger man always seemed to forget that they lived in a world of potions and magic, and that a headache cure was hardly a hardship. He didn't comment, more concerned with his initial premise for entering his son's bedroom. Albus watched as Chase seemingly slipped into some kind of reverie, and he wondered for a second what he was thinking about. His eyebrows creased a litte and he leaned back against the window sill, waiting for Chase to return from wherever his mind had gone.

When he eventually did, he wrapped the towel around his waist and undressed, before cradling his head in his hands. Albus rolled his eyes at his son's words and gestured to him to go. "Go and sort yourself out and I'll meet you downstairs. I made you lunch." Albus wasn't particularly angry any more, but he was disappointed. Chase couldn't be much more different from himself, and sometimes it seemed odd that the young man was in fact his son. But then there were other times when their methods were identical, and it made it difficult for him to find any doubt in his mind.

Albus raised his eyebrows in warning to his son that if went back to bed then there would be consequences, before heading out of the door and down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen and put the pasta in the microwave for Chase, before making himself and his son a coffee and setting them all on the table. Albus took a seat at the head of the table and waited, flicking impatiently through the Daily Prophet as he did so.

Albus knew that Chase was likely internally bitching about him and his methods of parenting, but the boy was old enough to look after himself now. If he had gotten himself into the situation, then he was perfectly able of getting himself out of it, and he should have more empathy for the poor souls that didn't have access to magical potions that obliterated hangovers. Life was easy for him, really, and that was entirely Albus' problem. His son's grumbling made him feel somewhat satisfied that he had guessed correctly, and the roll of the eyes only confirmed that. Albus chuckled on his way out the door.

He waited at the table for what seemed like forever, and it did make him wonder just what his son was doing upstairs, although he supposed that a shower was in order, as he must not smell too pleasant. Probably similar to how Albus had smelled when he had come home from a few rough nights out, but at least he had gotten his act together, and a lot sooner than Chase had done.

Chase appeared and sat down in his usual seat, to Albus' right. The boy yawned, and Albus raised his eyebrows a little and set the prophet back down on the table. Chase said that he didn't know how much he would be able to eat, and Albus didn't really respond, he just got up and went to the kitchen and got the food and some cutlery and then put it down on the table in front of his son before taking his seat. "As long as you get something inside of you," he said, his voice softer than it had been upstairs. He didn't want to scare his son into taking action, he wanted him to choose to do something to make his life better.

"What have you thought about doing with your life, son?" He asked, genuinely interested in his answer, and hoping that he could perhaps offer some direction.