Sumner Drage
Husband, father, Quidditch Coach
- Messages
- 1,009
- OOC First Name
- Liv
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 1/2007
Sumner got out of the vintage Lincoln car. He slammed the black door before his little brother could get out with a smirk. His father's half hearted admonishment fell on deaf ears. Cool grey eyes surveyed the townhouse the Ministry had provided his parents. It was his first time seeing it and he wasn't impressed. Sumner was no snob. But he wasn't happy to be living in a house attached to others. If his parents didn't get better accomadations before his next holiday he wouldn't be coming home. No flying, he snorted, hefting his bag over his shoulder.
The townhouse was deceiving; tall and slim white washed brick exterior, warm tones and hardwood spacious rooms interior. His mother must have hired an interior decorator. Not a box was in sight. He hated it on sight.
The townhouse was deceiving; tall and slim white washed brick exterior, warm tones and hardwood spacious rooms interior. His mother must have hired an interior decorator. Not a box was in sight. He hated it on sight.