Slytherin by heart The soft whoosh of wings got his attention, and the soft squawk made him turn towards the bird. He stared at the thing quietly a moment before offering his arm as a perch. "Fallon... Then Jasmine..." He wiped the tears from his face and turned to look about, his arm still offered to the hawk. His eyes scanned the area for his daughter, though missed the hem of her robes at the base of a tree. "Jasmine, are you here then?"
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