 Slytherin by heart
Drago really really really did not want to be here. The only reason he had was that he was ordered to come here. Though as he approached the tent, he hesitated, looking at the device that was there. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked over the huge device and began looking over everything he had. His wand hadn't been warded, the ring was charmed and had no dark magic (at least he thought it didn't), he checked all the runes on his warded items, then... In his sheath was Goya's dagger. ... He shouldn't have brought that. It reeked of eeriness as it was, and was certain to be spotted. He couldn't see a place to hide it, either. Well, he could claim it was a gift. It somewhat was... He was given it after all.
He checked the tattoos on his arms for the runes he used. Most of it was defensive, and he didn't think anything else was suspicious. Well, he would find out.
He made his way to the tent, and took a deep breath as he approached the strange device at the entrance.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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