Recent content by Wolfgang Kirk

"Want me to plant a niffler in her office?" Wolfgang suggested, mischief playing across his features. He felt horrid for Cecily, who had much, much more to lose than he did. The man probably should have kept his mouth shut. There was no getting through to reporters; their heads were just too...

Wolfgang raised a hand to his face when a series of flashes attacked them both. He grimaced, baring his teeth very much like one of his dogs. Who knew a nice coffee break could turn so foul? Apparently one needed an immature woman with an unholy trio of camera, notepad and quill...

This reporter was fortunate Wolfgang Kirk's cup of coffee had been drained empty moments ago. Very fortunate. He hadn't come here to take threats, much less pick fights. "Maybe you'll have more success with your questions in the future if you drop this charade," he responded evenly. "I'm...

Wolfgang was getting more than annoyed. "Frankly, my dear, we don't give a damn. Please stick your nose where it's wanted." Picking up his mug again, he added, "And if you haven't caught on already, it's not wanted here." He was not going to stand for some young whelp lecturing him on his...

Wolfgang wasn't certain about a lot of things in his life, but he was damned sure of one thing; this woman was ruining his evening coffee. Obviously there was bad blood between these two. He grimaced at the quill, continuing its scandalous affair with parchment. Journalists. He wasn't going...

"Can't complain, I guess. Work is work." Wolfgang was about to congratulate Cecily and ask about the baby, though he never had the opportunity. He wasn't sure what surprised him more; being called a cutie or referred to as Mr. Zhefarovich. He shook his head at the woman who had wrongly...

The middle aged wizard reached for a coaster, sliding it across the table and setting his cup down. He wasn't about to leave rings where so many had before him. One of the first things Wolfgang noticed was the slight bump the woman carried around with her, before he noticed the fact that he...

Wolfgang balanced his cup of coffee and pulled out a chair, feeling more like he was performing at a circus than taking an evening break at a tiny cafe. He of course could have hovered the mug of steaming liquid, though it was obvious that he trusted his hands more than his charm work. The...

Sighing wearily, Wolfgang made his way home, coming upon a clearing in the Argonne Forest of France. It was a large manor, his family wealthy and having lived here once. However, they had either died or moved away, himself and his animals the only ones left. His dogs, Fritz and Lars, a...