- Messages
- 1,186
- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Taylor <3
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Oak Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 11/2018
Conan had not been able to stop gushing about Jonah's goal in the last game, and he was pretty sure that his colleagues had come close to dousing him with water multiple times just to get him to stop. The only one who he was pretty sure was not about to dump a bucket of water with him was James, who had been fanboying about Bailey just as much as he was about Jonah. Conan was pretty jumpy as he walked with his colleagues up to the stands, a wizarding camera in hand so he could take photos of Jonah to bring home to Taylor. He wished he'd thought about it before, but he supposed it was better late than never. He was waving to Jonah (who had his back to him) as they waited for the game to start when he heard his nephew's unenthusiastic and obviously insincere cheer. Conan would not have been able to tell anyone what his face looked like but he knew he did not look pleased. Still, he was not going to let Liam Junior bring his mood down for this game, so he ignored Mikael, hoping Elio would deal with him as he cheered for Jonah. "Ganbatte kiddo!!!"