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- OOC First Name
- Dan
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Sturdy Laurel Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 3/2023
Burns were an occupational hazard when it came to working with dragons and for Matthew, it seemed spending all his money in the apothecary was in the same vein. The former Ravenclaw seemed to be taking a trip to Obsidian harbour every time he was back in New Zealand and it wasn't for the nostalgia, though the ice cream was still pretty good. As Matthew couldn't rely on Professor Pendleton to provide him with a salve every time he or his colleagues were stupid enough to get burnt he had become pretty good at making it himself. It wasn't so crazy that he had managed it, Matthew had always enjoyed potions and it had been one of his stronger subjects while at HNZ. He was glad to see his school experiences were being put to good use in the real world.
Once he had everything he needed Matthew made his way out of the apothecary and back onto the main street. The street was fairly quiet, one of the advantages of coming shopping during the semester was that the kids were at Hogwarts and not littering the harbour. With nothing else on his shopping list, Matthew was all done for the day and ready to head home when he saw a flurry of familiar blonde hair. Just like that, he was transported school, to being seventeen years old and having deep and less than appropriate feelings for someone he really shouldn't have. "Fancy seeing you here," He said making his way over to the blonde trying (and failing) to sound cool and relaxed.
Once he had everything he needed Matthew made his way out of the apothecary and back onto the main street. The street was fairly quiet, one of the advantages of coming shopping during the semester was that the kids were at Hogwarts and not littering the harbour. With nothing else on his shopping list, Matthew was all done for the day and ready to head home when he saw a flurry of familiar blonde hair. Just like that, he was transported school, to being seventeen years old and having deep and less than appropriate feelings for someone he really shouldn't have. "Fancy seeing you here," He said making his way over to the blonde trying (and failing) to sound cool and relaxed.