The fact that she claimed she didn't want him to bother with her was laughable. To Keiran, anyway. It wouldn't really be possible for him not to, despite everything. "All students are real students, regardless of their age. One could argue that I'm still a student myself. Teachers are students of their students, technically. Just as parents are, if they take a moment to listen," Keiran said, glancing over at the twins as he turned his chin and looked at the three of them properly once more. He wasn't entirely sure where that had come from, but perhaps the recurring need for him to be the level-headed one was what brought it out. Or maybe it was something his father had said once. He wasn't sure.
Either way, he believed it to be true, so he had at least that much going for him. Aside from the looks or whatever else someone might want to attribute to him. It was actually funny to consider how proud and pleased with himself he would've been back in his seventh year, perhaps even earlier. But now he wasn't so sure that it mattered at all, his appearance. He certainly cared, not half because he couldn't show up at Hogwarts in a months' time to teach and look like a furry beast. But it was habit, now, too. The one person it seemed to still matter around was Millie, though he would point out to himself at some time or other that it certainly hadn't saved him when she decided they were finished. Perhaps then he'd give no care at all when she came around to see the kids and ask about this subject or that.
Unlikely, really, because he would tell himself it didn't matter and then turn right around and give some sort of effort anyway, wouldn't he?
"I suppose it would depend on whose death they predict," he decided, laughing a bit along with her. Swinging his feet around, Keiran laid himself out on the blanket next to Kelly, half surprising her but mainly just making her wiggle around a bit more. He lifted up onto his side long enough to draw her into his arms and then onto his chest as he settled down again. "If they start saying I'm next to go, they'll certainly be ousted."
As Millie started considering his suggestions, he helped Kelly sit up properly atop his torso, careful to keep her steady and comfy. He imagined that she rather liked being taller than her father, being the one up high and, according to most, in charge. Still, she seemed determined to lean forward and take hold of his shirt instead, her face hovering close to his own. Keiran grinned at her and leaned up enough to kiss her forehead before looking back over at Millie.
Keiran could picture her walking into one of his lectures with her miniature students, only to find him behaving far more casually than he would have done the previous year. He feared that, as a newly titled Headmaster, he might receive a sort of anxious or quiet group of students. The image that played in his head was actually quite amusing, so although he was listening to her musings, he had a bit of some himself.
She would come in, followed by a trail of little tiny ones, only to find him standing at the front of the classroom. Except, he'd actually be leaning against the front of his desk, arms crossed casually over his chest as he greeted his students for the day. Millie's lot would probably be on something of a tour and not have realized he had lessons at that time. Or perhaps they did know, and were experiencing a true Transfiguration class, at least until they got too rowdy and had to move on. Considering that, he would make a mental note to do something cool before they got bored. But the class would be laughing and she would probably catch the latter end of his morning Hello.
Something like: "If you need to use the loo, that's too bad. You should've done that before class so just... don't. Or do so in your chairs. It's fine, no judging here."
And he would proceed to make something into a bird or a bunny or something that he could then carry to the back of the class and offer over to Millie while he carried on. A year ago, perhaps he would have made something into a flower to give her instead. An animal for her class to coo over would be far more sensible, now.
"Have you thought... I mean, you're only just now considering it, that's a stupid way to ask it. What I'm getting at is that, maybe it would be interesting to only teach Muggleborns," Keiran considered aloud. "They obviously wouldn't be of a level to learn anything taught at Hogwarts, so they wouldn't be ahead, per se. But some people come into our world knowing literally nothing. They don't understand how we send letters by owl, or what a floo is, or what the Ministry does. Yes, you could teach Muggle subjects to prepare them to read and write essays and everything else, but perhaps parents would be more willing if you explained that, along with everything they would get out of a regular primary education - say, Muggle subjects, too, which I guarantee you could find teachers for if you asked around - they would learn how to assimilate. For lack of a better word, anyway. I would wager," he elaborated, using one hand to support Kelly as he ran the other over his jaw and around to the back of his neck, "there are probably a fair few families related to wizards and witches that you could round up to teach. Then you wouldn't have the problem of explaining what these other strange lessons are about."
His hand reached more fully around his daughter, making certain she was secure, but he let the other arm remained bent at the elbow so it extended across the blanket to some degree but his hand could still support his head. "It's strange," he decided. "One minute the world is falling apart and the next you're making plans for your own school. The first of its kind, no less. That certainly sounds familiar."
He trailed off after the last sentence, realizing that she could take that as a jab that he didn't actually intend. Deciding that it would be safer to tack on a little bit of a correction, he added, "I just can't believe how cyclical everything seems to be. At least this time it might be done the legal and proper way. No angry Ministry to haunt you, hopefully."
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