✉,♠,☞
✉ - the last five text messages owls my muse sent
[ poppy ] ➝ fine, i’ll go to this stupid party for you. but i’m not dancing, and that’s final.
[ albus ] ➝ your order’s ready. owl me back a time that’s convenient for you.
[ margaery ] ➝ i don’t know why i bother sending you these owls because i feel like you burn them on arrival but my mother was asking about you and it made me feel nostalgic. just thought you should know
[ leonora ] ➝ you played a good game, congratulations on the win.
[ sienna ] ➝ please tell me your parents are making you go to this holiday party too otherwise i might die of boredom. i miss the days where i could sneak into the library and not be asked how my father’s doing
♠ - the riskiest thing my muse has ever done
a part from the foolish decision to try and get into contact with his father? selling dangerous goods to underage wizards right under teacher’s noses. well, some teachers. others know but won’t say anything just in case they need something you can’t pick up at your everyday convenience store.
☞ - five things my muse is good at
he’s quite skilled at ancient runes
he can sell ice to an eskimo. he can be quite persuasive and convince a witch or wizard to but a number of items they certainly don’t need
does his bone structure count?
he’s excellent at keeping secrets
can make a damn good cocktail thanks to his mother’s teaching
