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- 10,673
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (64)
Arvo hadn't asked much of Monty, but he had made him promise to take care of Kata. It was an unnecessary pledge - Monty would have taken care of her regardless - but it seemed to bring the arithmancer some comfort to know that his wife would have a friend after he passed. In truth, it brought Monty comfort, too; he was as grateful for Kata's friendship as she was for his. With whom else could he reminisce so fondly? With whom else could he recall the old man's antics, laugh at his jokes, and shed tears for his loss? On the stormy sea of grief, it was easier to navigate with two. Besides, Monty loved Kata dearly. She was one of the strongest, funniest, and most gracious women he had had the pleasure to know; and he liked to think that if they had met under any other circumstances, they would still have become friends.
Well, Monty had made one other promise. Something to do with a three-decade long prank war, and taking up the mantle for Arvo. Someone had to keep her on her toes, he'd said. Monty had laughed, and agreed, with the caveat that he gave her a year's break. "Just long enough to think she's won," he said. This, too, seemed to give Arvo some peace. Even in death, he'd continue to be the same utter nuisance everybody had loved.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Monty had been at Kata’s house since noon, helping her organise Arvo's belongings. There were boxes and boxes of things to sort; Arvo had lived a long and full life, and collected much evidence along the way. It seemed a slight invasion of privacy, but Monty had been careful to help with the more practical possessions - books, clothes, collectibles - while Kata handled the more personal. It was emotionally painful work, digging through old memories, and he was glad to keep her company. “Oh - it’s your wedding photo album,” he said, dusting off the cover. He climbed to his feet. “Here. One for you, I think.”
Well, Monty had made one other promise. Something to do with a three-decade long prank war, and taking up the mantle for Arvo. Someone had to keep her on her toes, he'd said. Monty had laughed, and agreed, with the caveat that he gave her a year's break. "Just long enough to think she's won," he said. This, too, seemed to give Arvo some peace. Even in death, he'd continue to be the same utter nuisance everybody had loved.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Monty had been at Kata’s house since noon, helping her organise Arvo's belongings. There were boxes and boxes of things to sort; Arvo had lived a long and full life, and collected much evidence along the way. It seemed a slight invasion of privacy, but Monty had been careful to help with the more practical possessions - books, clothes, collectibles - while Kata handled the more personal. It was emotionally painful work, digging through old memories, and he was glad to keep her company. “Oh - it’s your wedding photo album,” he said, dusting off the cover. He climbed to his feet. “Here. One for you, I think.”