- Messages
- 36
- OOC First Name
- Ash
- Wand
- Rigid Aspen Wood Wand 14" with Basilisk Skin
Loraine Chamberlain was the name on his mind and it had been for months, after seeing Eustacia he finally convinced her to take him to the address that his mother lived claiming she had a way to make her talk to him, it had cost him at least seven bottles of his finest wine, but it would be worth it. His hands in his pockets he followed the woman up the very steep driveway of the block of land located just outside Brightstone, he looked around as he walked, the back of the property was lined with large trees, he could see the large house standing nearby and tried to study the format to look for decorations on windows, toys outside, if he had any brothers or sisters from the house, but he couldn't see anything, the house looked pristine, he looked to the top floor and saw a figure in the window, long brown hair and a pretty face, he half smiled, she was quite attractive but his thoughts were quickly locked away when he realized that she might be his aunt or sister or something, if this was Loraine's house. Blake moved to walk next to Eustacia 'So what is the plan here Eustacia? How will you get Loraine to talk to me, she might not want any contact with me?' he had so many questions going through his mind, he didn't know how this would play out, Eustacia had been keeping to herself about the entire situation, he knew she would probably tell him to trust her but this wasn't her family she was dealing with it was his, his entire life.
As he turned to walk towards the front door, he looked and noticed a Basket ball on the front verandah and a small child's Pram with a toy sitting in it, he raised an eyebrow, his mother was too old by his calculations to have an more children, unless she had him when she was very young at 15 and that's why she was never apart of his life, more thoughts flooded his mind and he pulled one hand out of his pockets and rubbed his forehead, it was giving him a headache.
As he turned to walk towards the front door, he looked and noticed a Basket ball on the front verandah and a small child's Pram with a toy sitting in it, he raised an eyebrow, his mother was too old by his calculations to have an more children, unless she had him when she was very young at 15 and that's why she was never apart of his life, more thoughts flooded his mind and he pulled one hand out of his pockets and rubbed his forehead, it was giving him a headache.