 Slytherin by heart
It had been a long time, and he was surprised he even returned. And yet... Somehow he needed to come back. He did miss teaching here, and the Ministry returned some awfully dull work sometimes. That, and he was getting tired of being looked at funny for stunning kneazles and cats. It's not like he'd stunned the kittens! He wouldn't touch them either, but that wasn't the point. Ah well...
He rather stood out as he entered, being the same old 6'7". His hair was tied back in an old-fashioned manner, draped long down his back, with the same old disobedient lock that kept falling into his face. Though, would anyone here remember that? Or remember him at all? None of the staff seemed at all familiar... At least, not that he seemed to remember. For all he knew his memory was shot.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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