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Stefan · 08-14-2017, 03:40 PM

Albert had been adamant to join the well-advertised Wizarding Race. However, his wife had her ways and knew exactly what buttons to push for him to finally say yes to it. Besides, his only son Aramis just graduated from secondary school with, hopefully, flying colours. Albert had been quiet, careful not to ask any questions about Aramis' next steps, or whether or not he'd been accepted to university for further education. These were important questions of course, but the father dragon decided not to pry on his son, given that he's of age and could very well think for himself.

Perhaps, Antheia knew what exactly was going on inside Albert's mind. She knew her husband well enough...and maybe, the Race was exactly what his two boys needed. It was definitely not for the money, but for the opportunity for them to properly bond before the baby dragon decides to leave his parents' nest for good.

Albert pursed his lips at the thought, suppressing the unwarranted emotion of separation anxiety. He'd been through a lot over the years, but he felt like he wasn't prepared for what was to come. He'd already let go of his eldest child, Arabella...and soon, it would be Aramis' turn. Merlin, he really was getting old.

The man entered the establishment with Aramis behind him and darted his way over to the bar to order two glasses of gillyweed water. As he drank, he offered the other glass to Aramis, and kept his attention on the man up front. Giza, Galleons, Portkey, Yadda Yadda Yadda. He'd trust Aramis to get all the details down because he'd rather busy himself conserving energy. He was old, and probably still unfit to participate in the race, but he was there...ready to take on the challenges with his boy. "Found anything out of the ordinary, son?" he asked, raising a brow at him, while he too searched with his peripheral view. Was that a grimy toilet seat?

Merlin and all things sacred to wizardkind have mercy. A clear health hazard inside a restaurant. Really.

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Albert had been adamant to join the well-advertised Wizarding Race. However, his wife had her ways and knew exactly what buttons to push for him to finally say yes to it. Besides, his only son Aramis just graduated from secondary school with, hopefully, flying colours. Albert had been quiet, careful not to ask any questions about Aramis' next steps, or whether or not he'd been accepted to university for further education. These were important questions of course, but the father dragon decided not to pry on his son, given that he's of age and could very well think for himself. Perhaps, Antheia knew what exactly was going on inside Albert's mind. She knew her husband well enough...and maybe, the Race was exactly what his two boys needed. It was definitely not for the money, but for the opportunity for them to properly bond before the baby dragon decides to leave his parents' nest for good. Albert pursed his lips at the thought, suppressing the unwarranted emotion of separation anxiety. He'd been through a lot over the years, but he felt like he wasn't prepared for what was to come. He'd already let go of his eldest child, Arabella...and soon, it would be Aramis' turn. Merlin, he really was getting old. The man entered the establishment with Aramis behind him and darted his way over to the bar to order two glasses of gillyweed water. As he drank, he offered the other glass to Aramis, and kept his attention on the man up front. Giza, Galleons, Portkey, Yadda Yadda Yadda. He'd trust Aramis to get all the details down because he'd rather busy himself conserving energy. He was old, and probably still unfit to participate in the race, but he was there...ready to take on the challenges with his boy. "Found anything out of the ordinary, son?" he asked, raising a brow at him, while he too searched with his peripheral view. Was that a grimy toilet seat? Merlin and all things sacred to wizardkind have mercy. A clear health hazard inside a restaurant. Really. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.