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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- August 9, 1978 (76)
Not having been back at his father's house in the longest time, Tristan apparated to the sitting room with Erik, setting the boy on the floor. Erik was content to crawl these days, not yet able to walk but a cute little kid nonetheless. The summer was pretty much over, the ordeal at the Thomas Residence a thing of the past.
Watching Erik babble constantly and wriggle around the floor like a worm, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it with his wand. He had taken up smoking as of late, a nasty habit that he had rid himself of years ago. But past events had been quite stressful.
He sighed, blowing a smoke ring as he looked around. Nothing had changed. Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he lounged back in the comfortable armchair, not sure what he was waiting for, the very picture of laziness. Eventually, someone would come along. And yell at him, probably. The stench of the smoke was thick and rank. He was pretty sure that his father would hate it.
Watching Erik babble constantly and wriggle around the floor like a worm, he pulled a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it with his wand. He had taken up smoking as of late, a nasty habit that he had rid himself of years ago. But past events had been quite stressful.
He sighed, blowing a smoke ring as he looked around. Nothing had changed. Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he lounged back in the comfortable armchair, not sure what he was waiting for, the very picture of laziness. Eventually, someone would come along. And yell at him, probably. The stench of the smoke was thick and rank. He was pretty sure that his father would hate it.