Recent content by Radoul Antoaneta

Radoul was sitting in the living room, looking at the Hogwarts New Zealand yearbook that he got a copy of from his best friend. His eyes were glued to the second years page, seeing his granddaughter, Arihi Kuresa. His other granddaughter was no longer in school, so he didn't get to see her. He...

Being invited over to the Styx Manor on a weekly basis came as no surprise for Radoul. However, it was more or less himself staying longer than a couple of hours which was originally intended. A couple of knocks got the old man's attention, so he walked to the front door while Kalif was sitting...

It wasn’t every day where Radoul would attend a wedding. Especially his old friend. Radoul felt honored to be the best man and also the one that held the rings. He made sure that they were in his pocket as he arrived to the location, noticing that the entire area was fixed up. And it was...

Mihail would likely only take his best friend since he has known her a lot longer.

"Nazdráve!" Radoul boomed as his friend sat at the round table. There was a giant bottle of firewhiskey and a slightly smaller bottle of his preferred spiced rum already open in from of them. "Of course you will regret it, old friend. I have not done my job if you do not. Your head will split...

Hoooo, boy. Things were turning out to be much more interesting at this party than Radoul had expected. First of all, it was filled with sulky teenagers all trying to impress one another, drowning in hormones and stupid little love triangles that he could spot from a mile away. Gross. He'd been...

This had been Radoul's best winter for well over forty years. Instead of freezing half to death in a concrete cell, he was luxuriating in a heated pool at the home of his best friend. Radoul floated well, and he'd made many sly jabs towards Kalif for staying as far away from the water as...

The landscape around them changed drastically. They were definitely in another country, although fortunately it appeared to use English, a language Radoul could still speak. The big man disliked being entirely dependent upon another person to make their way, but at least he was used to taking a...

As soon as Radoul was informed that Kalif wasn't even in Europe, he knew he'd struck it lucky. He also noted that the man hadn't shared any information about himself. He didn't trust him as far as he could throw him (admittedly further than most people), but he trusted his information about...

Radoul was close to moving on. It was either that or start drinking, and it was dangerous for a man like him to imbibe too much. It tended to make him argumentative. He was reaching for his wand holster to put up an umbrella when a figure in the corner called him over. The Bulgarian turned from...

Radoul was also amused by the inebriated louts he was surrounded by, but he had no time to mess with them. He was a man on a mission. Forty years or more in Azkaban tended to give greater context on what was important, and there had only been one important thing in his life before the slammer...