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Gaspard sat with Gisella in his lap, sleeping, it was quite the image for a man that installed so much fear in people he knew, but he...liked his daughter very much, and she didn't know anything, she was innocent, and ignorant, Gaspard only wished that his eldest and only son could be this way. But Aiden was a horse of a different colour, everyone in the family knew this to be true.
As his daughter slept he read the Wizarding newspaper, surprised to see that Alicia Barker was back in the community, he would have to write Aiden later to get the truth, he knew that with all of this propaganda it was a big mess. Gaspard then heard foot steps come down the stairs, he could tell from the swagger it was Rosaline, he rolled his eyes while thinking, When will she get over that mudblood? Vaschel was nothing but bad news for the family. Gaspard shook his head slightly wondering when she would finally get over her depression and try and make the move to Bulgaria.
As his daughter slept he read the Wizarding newspaper, surprised to see that Alicia Barker was back in the community, he would have to write Aiden later to get the truth, he knew that with all of this propaganda it was a big mess. Gaspard then heard foot steps come down the stairs, he could tell from the swagger it was Rosaline, he rolled his eyes while thinking, When will she get over that mudblood? Vaschel was nothing but bad news for the family. Gaspard shook his head slightly wondering when she would finally get over her depression and try and make the move to Bulgaria.