[Dirk hasn't gone back to Hogwarts very often since he graduated. He visited a few times in the year after, to check in on Dave and to see him graduate, but since then, his research has taken him far away from his former school. Hogwarts, after all, is not an institute for research, and creating the kind of spells Dirk has latched onto needs a lot more materials than can be found in the Restricted Section of the library.
But he's been drawn back, for whatever reason, and he's wandering the halls at the moment, hands tucked casually into his pockets, just looking everything over. He's had plenty of time to grow up, and he definitely has- between his clothes, his hair, and the shades, he's practically a carbon copy of his father.]
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But he's been drawn back, for whatever reason, and he's wandering the halls at the moment, hands tucked casually into his pockets, just looking everything over. He's had plenty of time to grow up, and he definitely has- between his clothes, his hair, and the shades, he's practically a carbon copy of his father.]