 Slytherin by heart
Carracio made his way into the gardens. A soft sigh permeated the early-morning air, polluting the crispness with the dense fog of warm breath. He walked to his usual area, seeming to not even notice Freya quite yet. He leaned down to the roses, kissing each of the odd-colored ones in turn. "Good morning, Damian," he said softly, kissing the white one. "My dearest Natasha," he sighed as he kissed the red one. "Take care of our young ones." Then, he lightly caressed the silvered blue one, pain deep in his eyes. "Good morning, Little Kin. I hope that you are enjoying your freedom." He kissed that one softly, his lips lingering a bare few minutes longer than with the other two.
Afterward he straightened and moved closer to the student. He bowed lightly to her, acknowledging her at last. "And a good morning to you as well. I hope you do not mind, but I prefer to greet my family first."
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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