Sumner Drage
Husband, father, Quidditch Coach
- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Liv
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 1/2007
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Sumner smoothed down the scarlet red tie against his black dress shirt, taking a moment to refasten the suit buttons. Surreptitiously checking that his fly was up, he slid his hands into the pressed black slacks, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for Andy. They'd agreed to meet in the Entrance Hall. She wasn't late, he was just being impatient. He had promised to be on his best behavior tonight, no fighting. When not dancing or eating, he'd have his hands planted firmly, and safely, in his pockets for the night.
Turning at the sound of footsteps, he noted it was Lily's date. The jerk from the Feast. You promised. You promised. The reminder floated through his mind, hands balling into fists in his pockets as his mouth tightened. He spared him a nod before looking away.
Sumner smoothed down the scarlet red tie against his black dress shirt, taking a moment to refasten the suit buttons. Surreptitiously checking that his fly was up, he slid his hands into the pressed black slacks, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for Andy. They'd agreed to meet in the Entrance Hall. She wasn't late, he was just being impatient. He had promised to be on his best behavior tonight, no fighting. When not dancing or eating, he'd have his hands planted firmly, and safely, in his pockets for the night.
Turning at the sound of footsteps, he noted it was Lily's date. The jerk from the Feast. You promised. You promised. The reminder floated through his mind, hands balling into fists in his pockets as his mouth tightened. He spared him a nod before looking away.