Sebastien Black
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The Black Manison.
As sebastien walked up the drive to the mansion he had to stop and admire the piece of property before him.
The wind swept across the long unkept yard. Night was approaching and the air began to cool with the setting sun. The mansion began throwing shadow over all in it's path. The manison was once an old monastery to a group of muggles. But as the years wore on the muggles, who can never stay in one house for any given amount of time, had moved on . After the muggles had long departed. The monastery was then bought by the Black family and turned into the house that is their at present. The tall building was made entirely of stone. The stainded glass had been alter to the Blacks taste. Now it showed the history of the Black family. Sebastien looked up into those now empty windows and could still remember looking out of them in his childhood. It was now night and Sebastien was shivering from the cold so he quickly went inside.
The inside was magnifecent. The magic that had been kept on the Mansion and the House elf that occupied it had made sure that it stayed clean and well kept. On the walls hang portriats of famous Black ancestors. The floor was a polished ebony hardwood that shined. The air held the scent of cooked food and thick cigar smoke.
This was home.
Sebastien hung up his coat and began to explore...
As sebastien walked up the drive to the mansion he had to stop and admire the piece of property before him.
The wind swept across the long unkept yard. Night was approaching and the air began to cool with the setting sun. The mansion began throwing shadow over all in it's path. The manison was once an old monastery to a group of muggles. But as the years wore on the muggles, who can never stay in one house for any given amount of time, had moved on . After the muggles had long departed. The monastery was then bought by the Black family and turned into the house that is their at present. The tall building was made entirely of stone. The stainded glass had been alter to the Blacks taste. Now it showed the history of the Black family. Sebastien looked up into those now empty windows and could still remember looking out of them in his childhood. It was now night and Sebastien was shivering from the cold so he quickly went inside.
The inside was magnifecent. The magic that had been kept on the Mansion and the House elf that occupied it had made sure that it stayed clean and well kept. On the walls hang portriats of famous Black ancestors. The floor was a polished ebony hardwood that shined. The air held the scent of cooked food and thick cigar smoke.
This was home.
Sebastien hung up his coat and began to explore...