- Messages
- 20
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- 44
In another life, Byron Henderson could have been a great wizard.
Strange things had happened around him all through his childhood, and he had been told he had magical inclination and should be trained in the art of wizardry. But his family had disagreed, and beyond a few simple spells taught under extreme secrecy with a borrowed wand, Byron's budding career as a wizard was over before it could begin. He threw himself into his muggle education with renewed determination, feeling that if he pushed aside all thoughts of magic he wouldn't ever have to dwell on what might have been. From school came university, a degree in law (with honours), study under a Supreme Court justice, the bar exam, marriage, a child, every beat hit as it should have been for a picture perfect life. No time to ever stop and think about the what ifs, or the maybes.
Not until it all unravelled.
In this life, Byron Henderson was a burnout. Widowed, childless (unless you counted Hephaistos, who was about as big as three children combined). Extended leave from the bar, he said, and no matter how many times colleagues stopped by the run down second hand shop asking when he'd come back or offering him cases that were manageable and would at least get him back on track, he refused. Hephaistos tended to chase them off, if they even bothered to show up anymore. Sometimes he considered whether anyone would bother teaching a middle aged man magic for something different he could distract himself with, but he knew it was probably too late. Far too late for anything, really, beyond sitting at a dusty front counter surrounded by junk, memories, and regrets.
And then the door jangled open, and Hephaistos didn't even bark. Normally the bear of a dog drove people off if they were here to bother him. Not great for business, but he didn't need it to be. He peered up from his reading, curious about this new arrival that his dog hadn't even bothered to chase off.
Strange things had happened around him all through his childhood, and he had been told he had magical inclination and should be trained in the art of wizardry. But his family had disagreed, and beyond a few simple spells taught under extreme secrecy with a borrowed wand, Byron's budding career as a wizard was over before it could begin. He threw himself into his muggle education with renewed determination, feeling that if he pushed aside all thoughts of magic he wouldn't ever have to dwell on what might have been. From school came university, a degree in law (with honours), study under a Supreme Court justice, the bar exam, marriage, a child, every beat hit as it should have been for a picture perfect life. No time to ever stop and think about the what ifs, or the maybes.
Not until it all unravelled.
In this life, Byron Henderson was a burnout. Widowed, childless (unless you counted Hephaistos, who was about as big as three children combined). Extended leave from the bar, he said, and no matter how many times colleagues stopped by the run down second hand shop asking when he'd come back or offering him cases that were manageable and would at least get him back on track, he refused. Hephaistos tended to chase them off, if they even bothered to show up anymore. Sometimes he considered whether anyone would bother teaching a middle aged man magic for something different he could distract himself with, but he knew it was probably too late. Far too late for anything, really, beyond sitting at a dusty front counter surrounded by junk, memories, and regrets.
And then the door jangled open, and Hephaistos didn't even bark. Normally the bear of a dog drove people off if they were here to bother him. Not great for business, but he didn't need it to be. He peered up from his reading, curious about this new arrival that his dog hadn't even bothered to chase off.