Alot had changed since those blissful years when Declan was bouncing up and down in his crib, keeping Eddie awake all night. It was hard to believe that he wasn't related to the Ivashkovs in any way, given the similarities he shared with his second cousin, Dimitri. Declan stood across the throne room, his dark curly hair tied up, wearing that all-too-familiar mask that was typical of any guardian. Hard to believe he was anything special, the way he blended in with the ornate furnishings.
The Dragomir sisters were indulging in some afternoon tea, whilst discussing the latest developments in Moroi elemental magic. Jill had changed much over the years, her confidence blossoming. They often joked about teaching her some combat moves, bot defensive and offensive. Mia was particularly eager to offer her some classes. Both of the sisters were proud that such practices were now being implemented in boarding schools across the country. Rose and Dimitri Belikov were also brimming with enthusiasm, and could hardly withold their tongues about plans to expand the operation.
"D'you think we could get students to help out with clubs?" Jill asked, her eyes turned towards Declan, whom seemed to be lost in thought. "Declan?" She prompted.