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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ean Zoilo Feirgrund Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Jansher Leon Grunt Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diego Mason Melo-Dreamer Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Hermione Sirius Laramore Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Paul Lee Gen Rocker Hufflepuff Fourth Year Ministry Department Head:
Firash Zarko Grunt Games & Sports Ministry Department Head:
Isaek Fyodore Edelbach International Cooperation Diagon Alley Proprietor:
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| new space, new arrival • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry • Nervous. That was how Diego felt taking in the sight of his new home. Home. It still didn't feel real thinking and seeing it in person. The nine-year old had been through enough disappointments to be ever so hesitant, as he gripped the hands of both of his parents. The words of his new dads went in one ear and out the other, words were one thing, actions were convincing. That was three months ago. Time, nightmares, and some struggles had passed before it got even better. It had been official. He was here to stay and the good continued to sweep in since then.
Standing in front of the door, Diego gripped the straps of his bag. He just walked home from St. Woboldo's, his first day in Year 5. He stared for a moment, thinking about how the day went. His daddy, Dash, being a teacher wouldn't be home for another hour so he had to remember the way home. He did, spoiler alert. But the key... where was the secret spot for the key. He checked the doormat, nothing. After a moment, he felt nervous about what would happen. Hopefully, Papa was there and if not, there was always the owls below where he was sure to be. That was when it kicked in. Oh yeah! Diego checked the owl emblem by the door, tapping the wall around it before the familiar jingle and clank sounded of the key falling to the floor.
Smiling, he twisted the handle entering inside, "...Papa?" He called out tentatively. |