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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...

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...

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...

Valcan grimaced as he stepped out of the fireplace, rubbing off a spot of soot from his robes with his thumb. Having to travel by the Floo Network did nothing to curb his anger. Not that his rage was in any limited supply. The sixty-six year old was normally composed, an expert at bundling up...

((Alright, this fanfiction is set back in the good old days when Bearse and Valcan first attended Durmstrang. We're going to write this like an rp so if everyone can hold off comments until we post that we're finished, that'd be awesome. :) )) The eleven year old boy whimpered as he scraped...

Barely any conversation had been exchanged between Valcan and his granddaughter, the latter seeming to evade the former whenever it was possible. The old man was not too entirely opposed to this take of action. While finding it necessary to make some sort of connection with his grandchild, no...

Valcan had gotten up rather early, sighing as he climbed out of bed after a rather comfortable night's sleep and carrying a rather satisfied smirk on his face. After a warm bath he had slipped into his rather consistent dress of well tailored robes for work, as he had to be extremely...

((This happened during the summer.)) Valcan, after having met Bearse, apparated to his home, an island off of Svalbard, trusting that the girls would do their own thing. Drage Herrogard was an ancient fortress with networks of different hallways and rooms, and one could get lost in it if...

Valcan was enjoying a small meal of French Onion soup and steak and kidney pie after a long meeting at work, his expression passive and disinterested as he stared at the furnishings in the dining room. He was extremely pleased that he had bonded so well with Estrella, which made things much...

Valcan fidgeted in his chair in the large library, a massive area that had not one, but two levels, filled with books of all kinds, dilapidated and pristine, old and new. One motto that he could certainly live by was that knowledge was power- If you had that upper hand on your enemy, you were...

A sleek and dark raven swooped through the window of Joshua Hanson's apartment, its beady eyes glittering as it deposited a letter on the table. It was sealed with the seal of the Drage Family, and on top of the letter were the letters J.H. Not wishing to wait around, the bird left the scene...

(Revamping) Valcan Geirmund Drage ~The Basics~ Date of Birth: October 21, 1956 Birthplace: Alta, Norway Blood Status: Pureblood ~Appearance~ Hair: White and gray (previously blonde), cut short Height: 6 ft 8 in (~2 m) ~Schooling~ School: Durmstrang Graduation Year: 1975 Titles: None...

Valcan waited in his dining room for Tristan and Sammael, his oldest sons. He had made sure that Demetri had closed off the room, and had stressed to the rest in the house that no one else was to be present. Having a small dinner prepared for the three of them, he had the places set, one to...

Valcan sighed as he paced the gigantic library that was situated near the middle of the fortress, the bookcases spiraling to the ceiling and filled with countless volumes of lore and history, both ancient and modern. Things were not working out as planned, but this summer, he didn't feel like...

Valcan apparated himself to the United States, finding himself on a rural homestead. A man of porky build and short stature was tending to cows. This had to be Carlisle; he was as Tristan had described him. The man had not seen him, and he extended his arm forward. "Imperio," he said...

Valcan paced around in his study, having already looked for Sammael. He had sent Demetri to find him, and hopefully he would come soon. Brunhilde had found a way, and he would need Sammael's aid.

Valcan sat back in the giant library, pacing around and looking at the giant family tree that decorated the far wall. Tristan had been gone for almost two weeks, and he was with his child, he was sure of it. Nothing got past Valcan; he was the Master of this House, and he knew what was...

Valcan sat back in a gigantic armchair, sighing as he stared into the flames of his massive fireplace. He had been looking forward to getting out, but a last minute warning from Lief had stopped him from going to Stark Manor. Probably was a good thing, too, as being there in prescence of the...