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The Arcano Family - HPMA Generation

Top row (L-R): Dafne (21), Dayamanti (24), and Siv (18)

Bottom row (L-R): Dielle (16), and Mikael (16)

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The Phoenix Resistance - Epilogue: Kaari Arcano

Skalafell, Norway - December 21st, 2008, 4:45 PM

A flash of fire lit up the dark kitchen as Kaari Arcano stepped out of the fireplace, returning home from Fossan where he worked. He looked around at the various pots bubbling away over the stove but found nobody tending to them. However, his eye did catch the fresh pie cooling by the open window. Tiptoeing over, he stuck a finger into it and then into his mouth.

“Kaari Arcano, you get your dirty hands out of that pie!” came the sudden voice of his mother Else from behind him.

His shoulders tensed up and he gave a quiet curse under his breath. Of course she would walk in at that exact moment. He couldn’t get away with anything. At least he found out that it was an apple pie and, like everything his mother made, was delicious.

“That pie is for the Yuletide feast tonight,” Else hit a dishrag against Kaari’s shoulder to shoo him away.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how my day was?” he teased, recoiling from her attacks.

“Sorry, min kjære. How was your day?”

“It was fine, Ma,” he chuckled, squeezing her to his side in a quick hug.

“Where is everyone? Usually the house is swarming with screaming Vikings.”

“Dafne brought some friends home with her for Christmas break. They are all out back playing knattleikr.”

“Mmmm,” Kaari murmured. “I bet they are,” he said sarcastically, knowing well enough that Dafne hated to play such a rough and dangerous game.

Pulling his fur cloak tighter, he stepped out of the door and into the deep snow as he made his way to the clearing behind the Arcano house. As he got closer he could hear the yells of combat. It seemed they had ditched knattleikr, the balls and sticks thrown aside into a snowbank, and now were in favor of glíma.

Dayamanti, the oldest of his nieces at fourteen years old, threw Siv’s small eight year old form down into the snow and pinned her down, a small wooden practice dagger poised above the girl’s neck.

“Ha! I won again, Siv!” Dayamanti taunted downward, her long dark hair cascaded down and the white ends of it brushed Siv’s face.

“No fair!” Siv, Kaari’s own daughter, cried back indignantly.

“What did you expect, Siv? Da outweighs you twice over,” Dafne, his second niece, called out annoyed from her seat on a fallen log to the side.

“UNCLE KAARI!” “DADDY!” came the cries of Dielle, his youngest niece, and his own son Mikael as they saw him approach. They were the same age as they were both six years old.

“Hey kiddos! Have you won any games yet?”

“Nah, Da says we are too young to play glíma,” Dielle pouted.

“I wanted to play quidditch,” said Mikael, also joining the pout.

“Well that’s no fun!” Kaari winked. “How about we get a game going tonight at the feast?”

“YEAA!” Dielle and Mikael both cheered and then ran off together, most likely to go find some brooms.

The wrestling match had stopped by the time Kaari approached, Siv and Dayamanti now sitting on a second log. On the first log next to Dafne sat two of her new friends, both catching Kaari off guard.

One of them was incredibly tall and lanky, so much so that he thought she might not be in first year after all. The girl's skin was a sort of tanned olive while her long tangled hair was a vibrant sea green.

The second girl, however, was almost the opposite. She was even smaller than Mikael and Dielle. Kaari wondered how she was old enough to attend Hogwarts. It wasn’t until he saw her long droopy elvish ears that a shock of recognition traveled up his spine.

It had been ten years since he looked into that kitchen window and saw that small elf baby sleeping in a pile of rags. He remembered the frustration and anger on Devon’s face when she had lost the trial on Neira Wilson. After that, neither of them had any contact with Lenwin or his daughter. They never knew what happened to them. Looking at the girl, Kaari couldn’t help but smile. It had to be fate that Dafne would bring her home. He’d have to send Devon an owl later. She would be happy to know about this.

“What do we have here?” Kaari mused as he stopped in front of them.

Dafne rolled her eyes in annoyance while the small elf girl turned a deep red and shrunk down, embarrassed at the sudden attention brought to her. However, the green haired girl didn’t share that sentiment and instantly jumped up, extending her hand with a large pointed toothed smile.

“Hi! I’m Nessi Lucerne! Who are you?” she asked bluntly.

“I’m Kaari, Dafne’s totally awesome and fun uncle,” he joked with a wink at Dafne who returned a scolding glare back at him.

“And you. You’re Kiri Wilson, right?”

The girl's head shot up at the mention of her name, her eyes peeking out from between her fingers. She looked around at all the people who were now staring at her and burst into tears, running off into the forest behind them.

“Ah, sorry about that. Kiri is really shy and hates being put on the spot. Especially with strangers,” Dafne grimaced.

“Why don’t you kids go to the Longhouse? The feast will be starting soon. I’ll go find her. She really shouldn’t be in the forest alone, especially since she could freeze out there,” Kaari offered.

The girls agreed and started to make their way down the pathway to the village. Kaari approached the edge of the forest, the pines covered in thick snow. Luckily, he was very skilled in the art of tracking thanks to his father Alatar. With a combination of footsteps in the snow and the faint distant sounds of sniffling, he spotted the small frame of Kiri half hidden behind the trunk of a tree.

“Hey, I’m sorry I scared you,” he spoke as gently as he could.

A few seconds passed but she didn’t respond. Only the quiet sobs permeated the air. Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Kaari asked, reaching into his coat pocket.

The sobs stopped and a tiny hand and eye peeked out from around the tree, watching Kaari curiously.

“This is one of my best friends,” he said as a bright blue dragon resting in his palms yawned and blinked sleepily, having just been woken up. “His name is Nym and he’s very friendly.”

Nym’s head cocked to the side and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he looked at the small elf girl now slowly approaching, her hands tucked up to her chest nervously. She hesitated for a moment but then kept going, stopping right in front of Kaari who was now crouching down low.

Nym’s tongue flicked up and licked his eyeball, scanning the girl for treats. When he didn’t find any in her hands, he gave a small chirp. Kiri’s mouth pulled upwards in a smile.

“Go ahead, you can pet him. He won’t bite.”

Her small hand shook slightly as she slowly reached out towards Nym. As soon as it got close enough, Nym stretched upwards and nuzzled his head against her hand, giving out even more excited chirps. Kaari smiled as a laugh erupted from Kiri.

“Here, you can hold him,” Kaari chuckled and carefully placed the dragon in her arms.

Kiri’s hands were too small to hold him in her palms so she cradled him in her arms. Holding him tight to her chest, she gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

“Wilson isn’t my name,” Kiri suddenly spoke up, her voice quiet and soft. “It was my mother’s name.”

“You can’t use it?”

“House elves can’t have last names.”

“Who told you they can’t have last names?”

“My aunt.”

“Well she’s an arse,” he replied instinctively but then winced, “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I won’t,” Kiri giggled.

“You know, I knew your mother. We were good friends. She was one of the kindest and most selfless people I’ve ever known.”

Kiri was quiet for a moment. “My dad has told me about her. I wish I could have known her.”

“I was there when she died. She sacrificed herself to save so many people. I hope you know she loved you more than anything in the world. She never wanted to leave you.”

Tears started to well up in Kiri’s large eyes as she hugged Nym tight.

“You have her hair,” Kaari remarked, “and her smile. You should use it more, it suits you.”

“T-thank you,” Kiri managed to stutter between sobs as she cried again, this time not out of embarrassment or fear.

“C’mon, we should be getting back. The feast has probably started and you’ll catch your death out here in the cold.”

“Can I play with Nym more?” Kiri asked, wiping away tears.

“Whenever you like, kiddo,” Kaari answered and playfully mussed her hair as they made their way out of the forest and down to the Longhouse where a large bonfire and hot cider greeted them warmly.

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Mikael Arcano | Ravenclaw | Keeper | Ancient Runes

Introducing Mikael Arcano! He’s Kaari’s second child and the younger brother to Siv. He’s intelligent and compassionate and very much the responsible one while Siv takes after their father. His Faceclaim is Ethan Peck! He’s open for friendships, relationships, dormmates and Quidditch teams. Prob born 2001 or 2002.

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I’m once again reminding the class that Kaari Arcano is open for oc x oc romance 👀👀 I’m writing his epilogue for the PR and it could be fun to have them appear?

There’s a few qualifications as he already has kids so like genetics come into play. Personally I think he would be great with someone sort of opposite of him who isn’t reckless and chaotic as him 😂 But really he could be shipped with any personality if they fit.

So yea, anyone wanna adopt this flirty chaotic boy and his equally chaotic feisty daughter and his kind smart son and their whole army of dragons? It’s a package deal 😌

I may end up not liking anyone offered and make my own oc to fit him it’s not guaranteed I’ll like anyone rip! But offer anyway! You can also create a new oc and we can collaborate if you don’t have any existing ones free

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The Arcano-Thorne Siblings: Siv, Mikael, And Lennox

Happy Birthday @endlessly-cursed 💕 Love ya and our little family