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Goia thought he was imagining it all. She was there before him, grey and shimmering most definitely a ghost but at least she was there. He bowed low again so utterly grateful for whatever possessed those in the after life to allow her to return. "Mistress" he practically whimpered to the ground...

The world had turned on it's axis and now the only Dolohov's surviving were the children of his late mistress. He was taking orders from Christian of course and enjoyed the fervour with which the young master relaid each and every command to him but it was not the same. Goia was mourning his...

Goia had not told the entire truth of course, he had wanted to speak with the man he considered part of the Dolohov home now and a master. The others though he respected them as the purebloods they were, did not need to know how his mistress was found face down in the dirt. He did not even want...

The noise behind him as if someone was apparating caused him to panic. If he had not been so distraught he would have thought clearer but in his state he looked at her body and removed her wands hastily that were still clasped in her hands. Having to prize them from her fingers was no easy task...

On his mistresses person was a locket that had been struck with the last spell to hit her. It opened and after a moment into the opened locket appeared the form of her grandfather, assuming that she needed to speak with him. Why else would the locket have been opened? As time passed and nothing...

Goia held the baby girl for her father to look at and stood in awe of him that he was strong enough to cry in front of the other Zhefarovich family members. Perhaps many saw the tears as a weakness but if these were not shed now then it would be worse later. It was best to grief for his beloved...

He felt like crying, wanted to with every inch of his wizened little body but for the sake of the children in his care he would not. His mistress was no more and as if she had known something like this would happen, she had given himself and the squib Nastasia the task, the honor of taking care...

Goia could not have been happier. The mistress now had a beautiful baby girl as well as a son. She had done her family proud. He watched for a moment as the master held his daughter before leaving the room quietly to find Christian. He knew it was late but he was almost certain that he would...

Goia inclined his head as the man spoke, a different breed and class of gentleman and wizard than the Drage man by far. He could not wait to go to the gallery and speak to Antonin and Rosemerta about these events. They would be intrigued without a doubt that the infamous Arnost Zhefarovich was...

Goia looked on amazed that his mistress seemed to obey this particular man when she had no other. His shrivelled body moved over to her bedside as he dropped the small seed pod into her glass of water, it was merely a small tonic that would boost her immune system when she awoke. Refreshing her...

If you'd like to start your own topic here in the plot development thread Tony I'm sure the DE would gladly come on board to tell you that you probably wouldn't last very long ;)

Goia heard the whisper as if she had been right beside him, gently he placed Christian in his cot and apparated outside her room. Timidly he knocked, hearing voices he waited instead a moment but when none told him to enter he did so anyway. His mistress had called him and she was surely not...

Goia watched as the Drage man apparated into Christian's room, Thorine had lifted the charms then allowing him obviously one last farewell. He wondered at how gracious she was being. As the man picked up Christian, Goia simply stood aside and watched. He could care less about the buffoon but it...

Goia was up in the gallery dusting the picture frames of his past master when his present mistress called out to him. He bowed reluctantly to the master before climbing down from the small ladder and hobbling out of the room. He didn't bother apparating to her but chose to walk instead. He was...

Goia shuffled into the gallery to clean the portraits. there was never any dust really he just simply wanted to see his old master. He spent most of his time in here with Christian introducing him to everyone of his family and letting them teach him things from such an early age. By the time he...

Goia turned and bowed a fraction to his mistress before darting a disgusted look at the Drage man. "I have given him something for the pain though perhaps he should be allowed to feel it for his folly. Imbibing in alcohol when he clearly can't handle it" he began muttering under his breath as...

Goia eyed him with growing exasperation and would not mind have telling him to shut up. Professor Binns indeed, hadn't Goia just said like himself and not some stupid dwarf. Rolling his eyes he listened as the footsteps got ever closer. He settled himself into the role that he now had to play...

Goia wanted to roll his eyes and kick the silly man in the shins but as Goia practically only reached there he decided against this move. Instead he merely nodded his head and repeated as before that yes the portraits were hung everywhere but the kitchen and Christians room. "But also the...

Goia considered for a moment and concurred that three weeks was indeed alright. It would be more than enough time for Thorine to suspect nothing hopefully unless of course she decided to use her powers on either of them, he knew she would at the drop of a hat if she suspected any foul play at...

Goia would have liked nothing more than to push his case further and if the Drage man was still even half way under the influence he might have had a chance but clearly it was wearing vastly thin. "Fine if this is what you wish" he did not know himself if he would be able to play along with...