Rodrik Walker
Active Member
- Messages
- 27
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2 Inch Unyielding Chestnut Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 4/2014
*Blop!*
Out of nowhere Rodrik and the Herbology Professor stood in front of his frontdoor. His hand quickly shoved inside his pockets to get his keys, unlike most wizards and witches he knew, Rodrik had mastered looking like a muggle so he wouldn't stand out from the crowd. He got his keys out of his coat pocket and shoved it into the lock and twisted the key. It was cold that day so Rodrik couldn't wait to get inside with his quest. He opened the frontdoor and held it open for Phaedra to walk in first. He grinned when he walked in behind her, the house was decorated with the same Chrismas decorations as it was every year and all that was missing now was the smell of the his dinner overcooking again, like it did every year. He was thankful to his grandfather that he had left the house in Rodrik's care, because the Potioneer absolutely loved it here. When he opened the door to the living room a wave of warm air greeted them. ''Home, sweet home.'' He said as he removed his coat and threw it on the couch along with the bag of ingredients. ''Please, make yourself at home. Can I offer you something to drink?'' Rodrik asked her while he stood behind her, ready to take her coat and hang it over one of his chairs.
Out of nowhere Rodrik and the Herbology Professor stood in front of his frontdoor. His hand quickly shoved inside his pockets to get his keys, unlike most wizards and witches he knew, Rodrik had mastered looking like a muggle so he wouldn't stand out from the crowd. He got his keys out of his coat pocket and shoved it into the lock and twisted the key. It was cold that day so Rodrik couldn't wait to get inside with his quest. He opened the frontdoor and held it open for Phaedra to walk in first. He grinned when he walked in behind her, the house was decorated with the same Chrismas decorations as it was every year and all that was missing now was the smell of the his dinner overcooking again, like it did every year. He was thankful to his grandfather that he had left the house in Rodrik's care, because the Potioneer absolutely loved it here. When he opened the door to the living room a wave of warm air greeted them. ''Home, sweet home.'' He said as he removed his coat and threw it on the couch along with the bag of ingredients. ''Please, make yourself at home. Can I offer you something to drink?'' Rodrik asked her while he stood behind her, ready to take her coat and hang it over one of his chairs.