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- Kris
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- 03/2039 (23)
Open after Daphne posts with Natalia
Ryan had become fully invested in Alexander's plight after hearing he had no idea who his father was. What better test of his skills of investigation and deduction than trying to find a long-lost father? The library had been his first stop, naturally, and Ryan already had a table staked out, attempting to spread out a long parchment containing a prominent pureblood family tree along its surface despite the parchment's determination to roll back up. He had figured pureblood families would be the best ones to rule out first, being the smallest group of wizards to start with. That and Ryan thought it'd be far more exciting if Alexander turned out to be the heir to some great pureblood empire as opposed to the son of a arithmancer or something more mundane like that.
Managing to angle his arms right, Ryan squinted at the parchment, running a finger along the various lineages trying to figure out which branch of the tree he was looking at would match the approximate age that Alexander's father could be. He out a huff when the parchment slipped around and rolled up with a defiant rustle of paper. Really, it was like Alexander's dad didn't want to be found.
Ryan had become fully invested in Alexander's plight after hearing he had no idea who his father was. What better test of his skills of investigation and deduction than trying to find a long-lost father? The library had been his first stop, naturally, and Ryan already had a table staked out, attempting to spread out a long parchment containing a prominent pureblood family tree along its surface despite the parchment's determination to roll back up. He had figured pureblood families would be the best ones to rule out first, being the smallest group of wizards to start with. That and Ryan thought it'd be far more exciting if Alexander turned out to be the heir to some great pureblood empire as opposed to the son of a arithmancer or something more mundane like that.
Managing to angle his arms right, Ryan squinted at the parchment, running a finger along the various lineages trying to figure out which branch of the tree he was looking at would match the approximate age that Alexander's father could be. He out a huff when the parchment slipped around and rolled up with a defiant rustle of paper. Really, it was like Alexander's dad didn't want to be found.