- Messages
- 52
- Age
- 1/1980
Metrophanes Matthias was boldly trending into the territory that was unfamiliar. In his hand was a box that he made larger on the inside. Inside of the box was a dear friends items. Someone that died a long time ago, and Metrophanes had been so busy with his children, that he just did not know how to return his things. Metrophanes was a good friend to Alphonse Snow. He knew him pretty well, how he was a dark wizard, gone mad and struck down by a Death Eater. To get on the bad side of someone that stuck around since the fall of the dark lord was pretty impressive. Metrophanes himself enjoyed the tales, thought of himself as someone who could have eagerly followed after him. However by the time he was of age, Metrophanes heard about the fall. Well, also around that time, he had hated muggle-borns and for a good reason too. They caused the downfall of his family. And he was once known by a different name, but he did not tell anyone of this in case there was that man going to come after him again. Metrophanes could not hide the trait that was altered by the man. The golden eyes, a genetic mutation that is now being transferred to his sons and daughters, very few managed to escape the gene. Hopefully his children would have other children that would not bare the same fate that he managed to suffer through. However he was getting his revenge, one way or another, and he was going to murder them all. Have them all down at his feet, worshipping the pure-bloods like they should be worshiped. They were the top of them all, and Metrophanes would prove it. He had joined the Scitorari, being led by yet another Death Eater. Well, a former Death Eater. Metrophanes was eager to follow that man, and hoped that they would be led to greatness. One day anyway.
Once arriving to the Snow Manor, Metrophanes looked up at the manor with his eyes almost wide as could be. His amber eyes soaked in the Manor and he could just see this dark cloud over it. It was comforting. He smirked a bit, and he knew better than to bring his sons around here. From what he heard, the Snows were rather attractive. He was unaware that his own son was dating one named Astoria. He left his youngest children to the care of Levent and Terence. Terence had a son of his own, and made Metrophanes a proud grandfather despite the fact that the grandson was of unknown blood. Metrophanes only cared if his son was being a good father. He let out a sigh and he walked up to the door and he rang the bell. He was not expected. He did not contact them because truth be told, he did not know who to contact about bringing the things back that Metrophanes had borrowed. He just did not want to leave it at his own when it was rightfully one of the mans family members things. He did not know who had all of his things. He actually did not know that Alphonse had left behind a widow either. Metrophanes had not spoken to the man in so long, even longer than what he originally thought. Oh well, he could not dwell on that. Metrophanes rang the bell again, and he waited for someone to come to the door.
Once arriving to the Snow Manor, Metrophanes looked up at the manor with his eyes almost wide as could be. His amber eyes soaked in the Manor and he could just see this dark cloud over it. It was comforting. He smirked a bit, and he knew better than to bring his sons around here. From what he heard, the Snows were rather attractive. He was unaware that his own son was dating one named Astoria. He left his youngest children to the care of Levent and Terence. Terence had a son of his own, and made Metrophanes a proud grandfather despite the fact that the grandson was of unknown blood. Metrophanes only cared if his son was being a good father. He let out a sigh and he walked up to the door and he rang the bell. He was not expected. He did not contact them because truth be told, he did not know who to contact about bringing the things back that Metrophanes had borrowed. He just did not want to leave it at his own when it was rightfully one of the mans family members things. He did not know who had all of his things. He actually did not know that Alphonse had left behind a widow either. Metrophanes had not spoken to the man in so long, even longer than what he originally thought. Oh well, he could not dwell on that. Metrophanes rang the bell again, and he waited for someone to come to the door.