Vlad Zakharovich was not at all amused.
The man had gone to the Bilby wing to collect his son, Katya having stayed at home with her mother due to a summer cold. However, as he walked along the playgrounds and the courtyards, he could not find the boy anywhere. A young girl informed him that she had seen Maksim 'do something funny with the fence and made it glow red', and the man could only assume that the young one's pyrokinesis was at it again, in conjunction with his mischievous nature. Vladimir let out a sigh; what was he going to do with that rambunctious son of his?
Truthfully Vladimir could have turned into his animagus form and hunted the boy down much more easily, but neither did the man want to frighten the younger denizens of the school with the form of a cerberus running around. Thus, Vladimir continued by foot, and as a human, his piercing blue eyes on the lookout for the little boy. There was no quidditch currently, thus the Russian was able to rule that area of Tallygarunga out of his search.
"Maksim Vladimirovich!" Vladimir called out, a frown on his face, some older Tallygarunga students looking at him wondering why the Head of Flinders house was out and about shouting such a Russian name out to the masses. Vladimir traversed the memorial garden and could not find him. Now, he was wandering the grounds.
One thing was certain: the moment he found Maksim, the boy was getting another talking to.
Vladimir paused in his wanderings as he made a mental checklist of everywhere he had checked thus far. If anything, perhaps he ought to head back to the Kookynie Halls. It could very well have been that the boy had wanted to surprise him in his office. And yet, well, considering Maks' nature...
"I swear, Maksim..." Vladimir muttered as he turned about, nearly bumping into someone. "Извините!" Vladimir apologized.
*Izvinite = Excuse me!/Sorry!