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Old 04-30-2013, 02:26 AM   #342 (permalink)
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Dear Mother of Merlin... WHY had he been so agreeable about this? Momentary lapse in judgement. He should have feigned illness... or death. He could have faked it so as to get out of an invite, right?

Nah that was a little extreme. He would save that ace in the hole for the next wedding he was asked to attend. SNORT.

Limping slightly the old Auror made his way into the room and immediately scowled at everyone in the general vicinity. Stupid. Why were there so many... children here? Or rather they were young. BAH.

Where was Van? Or Wesley even?

Grumbling softly to himself, Damien Jackson kept his distance from the others in the room... finding a spot that was suitable for keeping an eye on everyone as well as his being placed near the exit. He assessed the situation and then pulled his flask from his pocket and took a long sip. At least he didn't have to worry about anyone poisoning him. HA.
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