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- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 10/2022 (39)
Graeme had his son on his shoulders. He would absolutely make the most of whenever he could do this. With his quidditch training he hoped he'd be able to do it a while longer, but eventually his son's own heigh would become the issue. His son was babbling away about the quidditch practice, one that he'd been watching from the sidelines doing some of the homework he'd assigned him, which clearly his son hadn't been paying that much attention to. Graeme was of course talking back excitedly, bouncing his way along the street. The rest of the team had gone out for drinks but of course with Fraser, Graeme tended to not. If he'd wanted to, he was sure that Rory would've looked after him for a couple of hours, but he wasn't too fussed with it. He was looking forward to grabbing something to eat, and what was a staple of when they came to New Zealand, which admittedly, since he was keeping in closer contact with Rory had been quite a lot. He'd always loaded up his brother's plate, ordering more and insisting on paying, but he was glad to see that he didn't need to do that any more, hadn't for a while. "Duck your head there, Fraser," he said as he walked into the restaurant and only once inside and waiting to be seated did he reach up and lift his son off his shoulders and place him down on the floor.