- Messages
- 580
- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Core - Tail of Charmed Newt
For years, Ioan had heard stories that thirty was a terrible age to reach. He'd heard about the random aches and pains that inflicted thirty year olds and the dreaded graying of hair that begun for some when they reached their thirties. None of that had caught up with Ioan. He was still maintaining his four to five days a week at the gym, dueling and lifting weights without the use of magic and running along the asphalt piece that was magicked to keep a person in place no matter how quickly they ran. As he put on his leather jacket and looked into the mirror by the door, Ioan admired his appearance. There was not a gray hair in sight and he knew he looked good in his outfit. Thirty was proving to be a good age for Ioan. His relationship with his family had never been better, though he occasionally was concerned with Lorin's attitude towards certain muggle items. He figured it was a phase that his son had better outgrow.
His standing amongst the death eaters had grown too, or so he liked to think. With age apparently came wisdom and Ioan was no longer being considered part of the young, foolish crowd. He knew much of their opinion of him was based on his stability at home and that he had completed all of the tasks asked of him even when they had put his freedom in jeopardy. Ioan was willing to do anything for the cause and that included taking on a new protege if necessary. Link had been somewhat of a success, proving himself to be crazy enough and willing enough to do anything...even end up in Azkaban and receive the kiss. Ioan shuddered at the thought as he quickly apparated to his old apartment. Opening the door, he saw the layer of dust within. Leah had been an excellent protege, one who was now very much on her own, though he knew she'd be back if she needed serious assistance. Waving his wand, the dust vanished. Ioan settled himself onto the sleek leather armchair that he'd had for forever. He was now awaiting what could possibly end up as his third protege- another girl, this one related to Link.
His standing amongst the death eaters had grown too, or so he liked to think. With age apparently came wisdom and Ioan was no longer being considered part of the young, foolish crowd. He knew much of their opinion of him was based on his stability at home and that he had completed all of the tasks asked of him even when they had put his freedom in jeopardy. Ioan was willing to do anything for the cause and that included taking on a new protege if necessary. Link had been somewhat of a success, proving himself to be crazy enough and willing enough to do anything...even end up in Azkaban and receive the kiss. Ioan shuddered at the thought as he quickly apparated to his old apartment. Opening the door, he saw the layer of dust within. Leah had been an excellent protege, one who was now very much on her own, though he knew she'd be back if she needed serious assistance. Waving his wand, the dust vanished. Ioan settled himself onto the sleek leather armchair that he'd had for forever. He was now awaiting what could possibly end up as his third protege- another girl, this one related to Link.