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Deven walks in, a broom over his shoulder, scowling at a piece of paper in his hand. The paper has his attention so firmly grasped that it takes him a moment to realize he isn't walking into the changing room.
When relaxed his face tends to fall into a slight scowl (inherited from his father), but it has the promise of a wonderful smile. Right now, however, it's furrowed in confusion.
"What is this?" He asks in a thick Bulgarian accent.
Typist: Deven Krum, eldest son of Viktor and Padma. He's keeper for the Bulgarian Quidditch team, and rumors are flying about him becoming captain soon. If your pup is from HPverse, he or she has almost definitely heard of him, at least in passing. He's very nice, just serious.
When relaxed his face tends to fall into a slight scowl (inherited from his father), but it has the promise of a wonderful smile. Right now, however, it's furrowed in confusion.
"What is this?" He asks in a thick Bulgarian accent.
Typist: Deven Krum, eldest son of Viktor and Padma. He's keeper for the Bulgarian Quidditch team, and rumors are flying about him becoming captain soon. If your pup is from HPverse, he or she has almost definitely heard of him, at least in passing. He's very nice, just serious.