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Stefan · 08-16-2017, 07:34 AM

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

Well this was... it was weird. This was weird. Aramis wasn't going to deny it any longer, he wasn't fully sure why he was here. They certainly didn't need the money, though if they won perhaps it could help him out with university?

Aramis was hoping though that he could spend more time with his Father though before Uni, he had expressed that to his mother not two weeks ago and next thing he knew, he was here. He had been so happy when he had gotten accepted to the University, based in London to be close to his family, and hopefully Dylan when she figured out what she was going to do. And he had seen the pride in his mother's eyes when he told her what he had decided to do.

Magiczooology with an emphasis on Dragonology. He was trying to follow in his fathers footsteps, but he hadn't had a chance to tell him yet.

The tall boy followed his father over to the Bar, and took the Gillyweed water that was handed to him. His dark green eyes were on the announcer as he sipped his drink, taking careful note of every word he said. Find a portkey and get to Egypt! Simple enough, yeah?

He stared to look around, people were already searching the bars and the booths, so he moved to look at the tables, peering under them in an attempt to find something out of the ordinary..

"Nothing yet Dad, you?" The boy responded as he crouched to check under more tables. Hmm gum free, that was good to know, but nothing resembling a portkey..

Albert had been distracted as he started to piece things together. This was definitely what Antheia wanted for him and their son, however, it did seem a bit...off, considering how desperate she had been for him to say yes. Of course, he didn't want to argue with his wife...anything but an argument with her, actually. For obvious reasons, something was amiss, but Albert was confident enough that it wasn't much of a big deal. What was important was he was there to make his wife, and hopefully, his son, to be happy.

The man remained in his bar stool as he followed his son with his eyes. He did so not because he was trying to help look for their portkey, but because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Aramis, all grown up. Albert could swear that it was just yesterday where he and his family were in Italy having lunch together in a quaint restaurant, Aramis aged five, wrecking havoc in the kitchen. The boy had been scared to death when he found him with the employees of the restaurant, all of them looking like they were about to set the boy on fire. Blood and anger rose to his cheeks, not because of Aramis' mischief, but because one of the chefs laid a hand on his son. Muggles may not know the wrath of a dragon, but they were able to witness one in the form of Albert Morgenstern.

A weak grin appeared on Albert's face as the memory slowly faded back into his mind, bringing him to his present. Aramis had been a wonderful child, and it was too bad he had him much later in his life. Albert was sure Aramis would've loved it if they had spent more time together in a more active environment, wherein playtime meant everything to him.

Perhaps, the Race would cover up for the lost time. Perhaps, that was the reason why Albert said yes to this shenanigan. Like any parent, he didn't want to have any regrets whatsoever, even if his joints were starting to ache in a more profound way. Albert stretched out his leg, to make his knee pop out air and turned his head towards a soiled looking wall, camouflaging their portkey. "I don't think a toilet seat, out in the open, counts as ordinary." Albert eyed the object, and waited for Aramis to get it for them. Merlin, it wasn't what the man hoped for...but he'd rather have that than to see a mangled umbrella lying around.

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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 Quote: Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles Well this was... it was weird. This was weird. Aramis wasn't going to deny it any longer, he wasn't fully sure why he was here. They certainly didn't need the money, though if they won perhaps it could help him out with university? Aramis was hoping though that he could spend more time with his Father though before Uni, he had expressed that to his mother not two weeks ago and next thing he knew, he was here. He had been so happy when he had gotten accepted to the University, based in London to be close to his family, and hopefully Dylan when she figured out what she was going to do. And he had seen the pride in his mother's eyes when he told her what he had decided to do. Magiczooology with an emphasis on Dragonology. He was trying to follow in his fathers footsteps, but he hadn't had a chance to tell him yet. The tall boy followed his father over to the Bar, and took the Gillyweed water that was handed to him. His dark green eyes were on the announcer as he sipped his drink, taking careful note of every word he said. Find a portkey and get to Egypt! Simple enough, yeah? He stared to look around, people were already searching the bars and the booths, so he moved to look at the tables, peering under them in an attempt to find something out of the ordinary.. "Nothing yet Dad, you?" The boy responded as he crouched to check under more tables. Hmm gum free, that was good to know, but nothing resembling a portkey.. Albert had been distracted as he started to piece things together. This was definitely what Antheia wanted for him and their son, however, it did seem a bit...off, considering how desperate she had been for him to say yes. Of course, he didn't want to argue with his wife...anything but an argument with her, actually. For obvious reasons, something was amiss, but Albert was confident enough that it wasn't much of a big deal. What was important was he was there to make his wife, and hopefully, his son, to be happy. The man remained in his bar stool as he followed his son with his eyes. He did so not because he was trying to help look for their portkey, but because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Aramis, all grown up. Albert could swear that it was just yesterday where he and his family were in Italy having lunch together in a quaint restaurant, Aramis aged five, wrecking havoc in the kitchen. The boy had been scared to death when he found him with the employees of the restaurant, all of them looking like they were about to set the boy on fire. Blood and anger rose to his cheeks, not because of Aramis' mischief, but because one of the chefs laid a hand on his son. Muggles may not know the wrath of a dragon, but they were able to witness one in the form of Albert Morgenstern. A weak grin appeared on Albert's face as the memory slowly faded back into his mind, bringing him to his present. Aramis had been a wonderful child, and it was too bad he had him much later in his life. Albert was sure Aramis would've loved it if they had spent more time together in a more active environment, wherein playtime meant everything to him. Perhaps, the Race would cover up for the lost time. Perhaps, that was the reason why Albert said yes to this shenanigan. Like any parent, he didn't want to have any regrets whatsoever, even if his joints were starting to ache in a more profound way. Albert stretched out his leg, to make his knee pop out air and turned his head towards a soiled looking wall, camouflaging their portkey. "I don't think a toilet seat, out in the open, counts as ordinary." Albert eyed the object, and waited for Aramis to get it for them. Merlin, it wasn't what the man hoped for...but he'd rather have that than to see a mangled umbrella lying around. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. Last edited by Stefan; 08-16-2017 at 07:39 AM.