“  You Look Just Like Your Mother.  ”                              

WHO: morcant nott & narcissa black @impcrios WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

━ So, have you seen my sister? I suppose you see her more than I do these days. ━ Morcant approached Narcissa, sipping on a glass of a sparkly beverage that smelled amazing. He had no idea what was going on with them. Elowen and Narcissa. One thing he knew for sure was his sister, and her whole face lit up whenever they entered the room. He knew the feeling very well, so an idea came to mind... Maybe he could provoke Narcissa a bit, see her reaction. ━ Are you drinking anything?

Morcant about Valerian's first fiancée. @xsecretkeepers

GOSSIP GIRL (2021) | 1x12 - Gossip Gone, Girl

The Flatshare (2022).

PATRONUS ANALYSIS: 026. THE SEAL

The seal patronus is one that shows a playful soul, that seeks excitement in all of it’s ventures. These are not studious individuals, as they are too busy trying to feel as free as they can. They have the ability to light up a room, and they know it, and like to use it to the best of their ability. They are never ones to let their feelings get the best of them, because they are too wrapped up in everything else to care very much about what other people think of them. They would much rather be busy exploring life. The most common house for a seal patronus is Gryffindor. The most common signs are Aquarius and Leo.

“Polo’s mothers might be lesbians, but they’re old, ok? They don’t get it. I don’t get it either, to be honest. I’m not going to pretend I’m modern, but– girls don’t dream of having a white wedding with two grooms, you know? It’s not what we were taught. I used to think that people were like two halves trying to make a whole, or like nuts and bolts. All you had to do was find that one piece that fit you perfectly. But Polo and I didn’t really fit together before. Then you showed up…and now we do fit together. You’re the piece we were missing. And, hell, when you find love, it sucks to have to let it go”

Polo/Cayetana/Valerio in Élite’s Season 3

The best thing about not playing professional quidditch anymore was not having a diet. If he wanted to drink three crunchy chocolate milkshakes in a row, he could. Well, the stomach ache later wasn't anything pleasant, but that's a problem for future Gamon!

"Oh, Rosie. You're the best fucking astrologist ever. Maybe this muggle lady has a good intuition or something." He shrugged, always keeping the smile in his face. He loved his friend so much, Gamon would always be grateful for her place in his life. "Capricorns are the bitchy ones right? The ones who love money. Fuck rich people, they all suck ass." He rolled his eyes, putting his boots on the spare chair near them.

where: florean fortescue's ice cream parlour, diagon alley when: early afternoon with: open!

Since it's the off-season, Mister Fortescue has kindly allowed Primrose the use of his outdoor tables, over which she's spread no less than ten muggle periodicals, with the morning's Prophet laid out in the centre. It's become a ritual of hers, to consult the magazines she grew up with now and then, to see how often there's overlap between her astrological predictions as a bona fide witch, and theirs, when they're ostensibly just guessing.

Tracing a lilac fingernail over the horoscope she'd drawn up for Capricorn today, she hums thoughtfully to herself as she ascertains similarities between it and the one written by Olivia Blake of Woman's Weekly. "Would ye look at that," she says, her tone full of admiration, "I think some muggles must be sensitive to ambient magic, like - this lady's matched predictions wi mine three times in the last two months, and it's always Capricorn. Must be somebody important to her..."

WHO: morcant nott & winnie yaxley @anapnco WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

Winnifred Yaxley was intelligent, funny, gentle, beautiful and came from a good family. She was prime pureblood wife material, and although her blonde hair fell nicely over her face, she wasn't the blonde he'd like to marry. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and Morcant knew Winnie was as into marrying him as he was (which was, not at all). ━ You know, I'm really grateful you're the one doing this with me. At least you don't spare any punches on your opinions, and I gave you a nice protective jewelry. That's gotta be worth some points, right? ━ Morcant whispered, so only Winnie could hear him, looking at the oppulent necklace around her neck, to her bright eyes.

Gamon looked at the whole exchange with an amused smile in his eyes, as he followed Ted to the exam room.

"I don't know, Healer Ted. Maybe I'm gonna have a sudden case of uncontrollable giggling if you keep being that funny, and that's gonna be your fault." He grinned cheekily, settling comfortably in his usual place.

Most healers in St. Mungus knew his case. The big shot quidditch player who ended his career way too early after he fell from a broom, and it never healed properly. Some medical gibberish about magical injuries, all he knew was that they couldn't heal his broken bones like every other time he fell from a broom. It was the end of the line for him.

It had been a few months since that whole drama happened. He was on the way to recovery, steadily receiving treatments from capable healers, all so that he could dream of getting on a broom again. Not to play, that he knew would never happen again. But he missed having full control of his limbs, thank you very much.

"I'm here for the treatment. I think there was something about checking the progress, if the bones healed in the right places without magic interference." Gamon explained, trying his best to not show how hurt he still was, inside.

setting: st mungo's, third floor: ward for potion and plant poisoning featuring: ted tonks & open !

"You're late.”

That was the monotonous greeting Ted received as he crossed onto the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies & Injuries, swapping out his signature brown leather jacket for the bright green robes healers wore as their uniform. Pulling out the lollipop he'd had in his mouth, Ted stuck out his tongue, which was tinted an electric blue from the sucker. "C'mon, Healer Boyle — you know, I'm actually fifty minutes early as far as time in Cabo Verde is concerned," he replied cheekily, earning an eye roll as a chart was shoved at his chest.

"Relative to where you are now, Healer Tonks, you're late, and on the day we’re dealing with an overflow of patients from other wards. Room five," the Chief Healer motioned with a flourish of his hand, setting Ted onto his first patient of the day. “And lose the lolli, will you.”

With a sigh, Ted twisted in the direction of the exam room in question, leaving Healer Boyle with a, "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're no fun, Boyle," in a tone that was as friendly as it was sarcastic. Tapping a jaunty tune with his knuckles against the door before pushing it open, lollipop still in his mouth, Ted Tonks gave his patient a large smile. Plopping down onto a stool beside them, he caught glimpse of the Daily Prophet on the bedside table and had to bite down on the lollipop stick hard to keep from grimacing at the sight. That was hardly appropriate for sick people, or so he thought. Especially given what it was reporting on. "Wotcher!” Came a quirky greeting from the healer. “Someone’s having an eventful morning, hm?” Brows rose, clearly not referencing the newspaper and the distress it was causing everyone but instead the fact they were here, in an exam room in St. Mungo’s. “Now then, how about you tell Healer Ted what's going on and I'll see about getting you right and on your way," he spoke with an even and low voice, warm and open so as to break any tension his patient may feel. “Doesn’t look like a case of uncontrollable giggling, so we have that going for us.”

MORCANT ELDRITCH NOTT — first of his name

AMBITIOUS — You take what is yours by right, but your eyes always hunger for more. Does that make you GREEDY, or is it simply that you know what the world owes you? DETERMINED — You persist, no matter the obstacles in your way. But when your ears refuse to hear other's advices, it's nothing more than STUBBORNNESS. INSIGHTFUL — You see the bigger picture, reading the currents of every situation. Yet, when you refuse to take action, some would just call you INDIVIDUALISTIC. RESOURCEFUL — Always CLEVER with what you need at your fingertips. But when that need twists into something more, can it still be called resourcefulness, or is it just plain MANIPULATION? CONFIDENT — It's just another name for a GOD COMPLEX, and you know it, don't you? BALANCED — When your father screams at you and you should have been crumbling down. Is it PATIENCE or is it PRIDE, because they can't see you break? COMMITTED — Because even the ones with the LOOSEST MORALS can also be LOYAL, and you know that only monsters can love other monsters.