Memories That Won't Disappear

Gary Ives

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OOC First Name
<3
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Divorced
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Wand
Curved 16 Inch Swishy Vine Wand with Acromantula Web Core
Age
10/1991
Gary Ives always found himself here on a bad day. However, today had been a very pleasant day because he had spent it doing what he loved, destroying memories. Ever since his years in school, he had found the mind and its inner working fascinating, as had many of the people in his group. Joining the Scitorari had been one of many interesting choices Gary had made after his divorce, which he did not regret one bit. But, the man did miss his children. Having children and having a family had been one of Gary's life goals. He had children, but he had cut them off as family to save them from seeing the way he truly was. Many would think Gary evil for the torture he put on people, but he was just ambitious.

The man watched the children in the park play, run, and scream with a face clean of emotion. The was a small bit of joy inside him from the sight of the children. Gary could not believe that he had raised six children that were not even related by blood. They were not even his blood. The man let out a sigh of annoyance. There was no way they could be because he could nat have children. Sadly, the car accident had made sure of that. Although the children he had raised were not his blood, they were his, and they always would be, despite him abandoning them. The man stuffed his hands in his pockets and slouched on the bench.
 
In spite of Kata's uncertainty, Monty truly didn't mind relieving her and Arvo of their grandchildren for an hour or two. In fact, he felt himself quite blessed by the opportunity to take Matias and Arvo II out to Takarokaro park, the day being bright and clear and his head plagued by thoughts only the most beautiful sights could erase. Even then he knew his salvation would be only temporary, and that the moment he took the boys back home his mind would revert to its prior state; but since he had recently taken a personal pledge to live in the present, he intended not to dwell on the evening ahead, and instead brought his mind swiftly to the here and now.

As the playground came into view, Matias, who was six, broke into a run towards it, hailed from behind by the instruction not to leave Monty's sight. The Potions Professor shook his head, fairly sure the boy hadn't even heard, but couldn't pursue him, because his arms were occupied by a very tiny part-goblin toddler who currently demanded a little more attention. Monty found a bench and sat down beside another man, adjusting his hold on Arvo II so that the little goblin could watch the other children playing. "Oh no! Where's Mat?" he gasped, as if they'd lost him, and only Arvo pointing him out would be able to save the day.
 
Monty had made a fatal toddler-minding mistake simply by pointing out a place that Arvo II could not go. He'd been quite happy burying himself in his "uncle's" coat and foraging for pocket watches and other interesting gadgets that the Professor often had on his person, but as soon as he was distracted by his older cousin running to the playground, that's where he wanted to be.

"Eh heh heh heeeh!" the toddler whined, leaning out of Monty's arms towards Matias. "Mumbyyyyy." 'Mumby' was a word that everyone got to hear a lot of when Uncle Monty was around. It was Monty's name as adapted by Arvo, and it was often said in complaint when his affectionate minder didn't allow him to stab himself in the eye with a feather quill, or eat his wand.
Fussing was getting him nowhere so the toddler soon quieted and began to look around. There was a man next to Uncle Monty and, always ready to make friends and be charming, little Arvo stuck his head out of Monty's arms (pointed ears first) and beamed toothlessly at Gary.
 
Gary noticed a man with a child sit next to him, but he hadn't turned his head to look. He was focused on the playground and the screaming children. The man had raised three of his children since they were babies, and the other three had been 3 years old or above. When the squealing of a child caught his attention, he turned to the man next to him. In the man's arms was a child, and a small smile made it's way on the man's face. He took off his glasses, revealing his slanted eyes, and offered them to the child. "You're quite a small one aren't you?" he said in a voice laced with honey. He definitely had noticed the child's pointed ears, but children were children. He was a illegitimate half-blood anyways. Gary was the last one to judge.
 

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