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- Ivy Wand 13" Essence of Gargoyle Tooth
It was a cool, windy night. The sun had long since disappeared over the horizon to be replaced by myriad of stars which illuminated the moonless sky. In front of a huge manor was a family of seven; Devlin, Chyou, and their children. It was a rare occasion for the Howard's. After a long time of little communication, with only brief meetings in the Scitorari headquarters, they would be seeing each other again. Devlin Howard had no idea why Donavon had decided to organize such a petty event as this ridiculous family reunion. Had he gotten soft after being a father? Perhaps Devlin should remind him again that he is a Howard and reunions like this was not their thing.
The Scitorari gritted his teeth as he rang the bell once again. This was certainly getting on his nerves. This was a waste of his time. He was not looking forward to seeing his siblings, especially that little pest, Dorothy. Was that pathetic waste of space still alive? He shouldn't have come. He should have ignored the invitation. What was he thinking when he told his family that they would be traveling to see his siblings? This was the stupidest thing that he ever did. He rang the bell again. Any second and he would blast the door to smithereens. "Damn Donavon. Is this his idea of a joke?"He cursed, shifting his daughter, Juno, in his arms to get his wand out. Donavon would have to find himself a new house. Devlin would not be held liable for the destruction of the property should the 'host' of the reunion not show up any moment now.
This probably a little lame
The Scitorari gritted his teeth as he rang the bell once again. This was certainly getting on his nerves. This was a waste of his time. He was not looking forward to seeing his siblings, especially that little pest, Dorothy. Was that pathetic waste of space still alive? He shouldn't have come. He should have ignored the invitation. What was he thinking when he told his family that they would be traveling to see his siblings? This was the stupidest thing that he ever did. He rang the bell again. Any second and he would blast the door to smithereens. "Damn Donavon. Is this his idea of a joke?"He cursed, shifting his daughter, Juno, in his arms to get his wand out. Donavon would have to find himself a new house. Devlin would not be held liable for the destruction of the property should the 'host' of the reunion not show up any moment now.
This probably a little lame