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- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
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- Married
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- Faxen's ❤
- Wand
- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 36/2013
Dymetris finished with his last orderly patient. Making his round of recommendations for Mr. Witherspoon. Reminding his advice were to be followed, or he warn him he'll be seeing him again. Dymetris bid the old wizard farwell, before he apparate from outside the cottage steps. He appeared right inside his black gate, and a sign that read Kozlov's Residence out front. A mailbox hung from the black metal, emptied as he noted every afternoon, but he checked it out of habit. He closed it shut not seeing anything, then walked in his front door. Charm of the day wore off, recognising the owner was home. Every morning he'll set up a new one with the help of Faxen. He never forgets, he never goes a day without being cautious. Some would say he was being too overly protective, there a line when enough was enough. Not for him, tell him and he won't believe them. Say it again, and he'll remind it was his family's safety that matter and nothing more. Faxen would say he was too much, in which case she hasn't and he hope he's not. Because, honestly it would never be enough to him.
Dymetris smiles, hearing a distant noise coming from within the house. Was she singing again? He tries hard to listen on, but his mouth can't help it. He walks down the hall, announcing that he had come home. "Papa home! Where's my little family? Oh, where, oh where can they be?" He sang, almost like. He could carry a tune if he wanted. Though he left the singing to Faxen. His smile widen, because he had a surprise for them, really cute furry one. He reached into his pocket a small box resized as he set it on the ground. The box had holes in them, for obvious reason that he alone knows. Pay any close attention to the box, they would see it pivot, they would see it move. He announced again, crouching over the box. He waited until they found, bending like that with a surprise on the floor.
Dymetris smiles, hearing a distant noise coming from within the house. Was she singing again? He tries hard to listen on, but his mouth can't help it. He walks down the hall, announcing that he had come home. "Papa home! Where's my little family? Oh, where, oh where can they be?" He sang, almost like. He could carry a tune if he wanted. Though he left the singing to Faxen. His smile widen, because he had a surprise for them, really cute furry one. He reached into his pocket a small box resized as he set it on the ground. The box had holes in them, for obvious reason that he alone knows. Pay any close attention to the box, they would see it pivot, they would see it move. He announced again, crouching over the box. He waited until they found, bending like that with a surprise on the floor.