- Messages
- 2,762
- Wand
- Poisonwood 14 3/4" Core of Basilisk Fang and Ebony 14" Core of Chimera Scale
- Age
- 11/1995

Chavdar led Rosaline, Avrille, Azerail, and Hadan down a dark, twisted dirt path. Eerie lights floated around. It was day, and yet, it was still dark. Chavdar murmured, "Hopefully, the family hasn't arrived yet. For Azerail's sake." Chavdar bit his lip slightly. Rarely has anyone been to this manor, except for Jaken's friends. The willow trees hung over as if they were depressed. It wasn't along before they had arrived at a pond filled with clear water, which looked black, and in front of it stood the ancient Manor. Chavdar turned to the group, "This place may look eerie, but really, it is a pretty house... Or used to be." Chavdar made his way to the steps and climbed them. He took out his wand, and murmured a few spells. The large black door came open. The inside of the manor was indeed breath-taking. Not only was it huge, but it had that ancient glow about it. Everything was clean, and smelt nice. Chavdar used his wand to make the suitcases and such float up the stairs and into their proper rooms. All the bedrooms were labeled to the person residing there currently. Hadan was still mad at him. And Azerail, well, he was just nervous around his new family. Who can blame him? Nataliia had some things to take care of, so she wasn't going to be here until tomorrow. "All right, where to?"