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June 2017 “I would strongly consider transferring your daughter to another magical school.” Valcan had heard nothing good about Hogwarts New Zealand’s administration, enrollment, or safety. He couldn’t believe that Estrella’s close friend and housemate had been murdered before the end of their...

Valcan looked at his eldest son. Without glancing at the man he spoke to, he said, through gritted teeth, “I am certainly not here to converse with the likes of you, Joshua Hanson.” The elderly wizard avoided further eye contact with the impertinent man. Age had caused Hanson to rot, not ripen...

By default, Valcan’s demeanor was cold and uninviting. Only the rarest of company could bring out his softer side. This group of witches and wizards did not make the cut- even though three were related to him by blood. Still, the corners of his mouth turned down just so, the furrows in his brow...

Out of all the places in the world his son could have settled, Valcan thought this remote community in Canada was tolerable. Like it or not, the north was in Tristan’s blood. Valcan appreciated the chill. He could do without the large body of water: he tried to ignore the deep-seated feeling of...

Propping elbows to knees, the aged wizard puffed quietly at his cigar. During difficult moments like these he would've given up all his pureblooded heirs for a Time Turner that brought him back years, not hours. How was he supposed to answer Sumner's question? There were manuals for practically...

The Norwegian coughed on the smoke then, hacking for all he was worth and then some. His massive hand wavered over his mouth, just in case he had to catch a lung. He glanced over Sumner through pools of water. Those cigars were good; too good. Valcan snatched another and shook his head. "I...

Valcan leaned back in his chair. It was a miracle that the thing didn't splinter and snap under his weight. The man craned his neck, his eyes mirroring the heavens above. The expanse was blue and basted with clouds, but Valcan knew better; there would be a storm later. The skies could not...

When Valcan laughed, the whole world had to cover its ears. He had been born with the roar of a lion. Being quiet was not within his capabilities now that he had retired from the Ministry. His voice thundered over the balcony, rolling over the shoreline to be swallowed by the sea. The aged...

Billie Jean ~ Michael Jackson

The title quote belongs to its respective authors. I own nothing. Valcan's love for cigars only intensified as he aged. He admired their ability to soothe his nerves after a troubled thought or undesirable encounter; this offered him control where control came slowly. The old Norwegian drew...

Un Amico - Ennio Morricone

While Valcan did not offer suggestions, he offered a meaty hand of participation. "I could use the Imperius Curse," he remarked, his offering heavy with accent, "that is not a task that is too difficult." The big Norwegian smirked, leaning back. Surely he was more entitled to the job than any...

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Crack. The sound tore the alley to shreds, scaring whatever hell had been in the mangy dog out into the open. The pathetic creature yelped and took to its paws. There were better boxes to take shelter in and bigger garbage bins to raid. For right now, protecting its territory was the least...

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Retirement was not treating Valcan well. He was prone to nasty temperament and irritability that went hand in hand with his age. Anyone who had the stomach to call him a crotchety old man- or call him anything, really- would find themselves in the gutter. He'd been craving an assignment, but...

No one sat at Valcan's desk. Ever. The aged wizard played with the idea of cursing the boy out of the chair. His chair. Valcan was more territorial than a stray dog with a chunk of roadkill. Instead of going for the young man's throat, he regarded him with an air of indifference. Sumner-...

"As you wish." Valcan had long ago stopped expecting subtle measures of gratitude from his colleagues. Considering the woman's current condition, however, he wasn't really all that sore over the absence of a Thank you. It wasn't long before he had turned the woman into a guest room and called...

Apparating from New Zealand to his home was no easy feat for Valcan, especially with the extra luggage. Several stops had been necessary along the way. The Norwegian wizard neither worried nor cared if Thorine's child was in jeopardy. He certainly wouldn't have been willing to go to Azkaban...

Though he'd admired the Dark Mark on several occasions in his life, Valcan still appreciated its beauty. The sky-bound spectacle was not something Death Eaters could afford to be found under. They always had to move quickly. A rugged smile tore through his features. He gave the once animated...