Inventor | Potions 1-4 | Adoptive Father | Deputy
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- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- 1/1999 (49)
In spite of the music, the dancing, and the laughter, Monty felt incredibly lonely. He stood amid the tables at the side of the hall, sipping his drink and staring unseeingly across the room. All of his friends eventually seemed to leave him. Ava, Arvo, Wren, Sloane, Olive. And now Jon. Monty didn't blame him for wanting to try something new. Had Monty been twenty years younger, he might have considered it himself. No - that wasn't true. He couldn't have left if he'd wanted to. Anyway, he couldn't take it personally. It wasn't as if his friends were actually leaving him. They were just moving on with their lives, branching out into the world, or, in Arvo's case, settling down for a pleasant retirement. Monty blinked, snapping out of his daydream as he realised, with horror, that he'd accidentally been staring at somebody for the last minute.