Who: Morcant And Alecto @ofcarrowismswhere: Delirium.

who: morcant and dolores @apparitixns where: attic, ministry of magic.

Morcant had a soft spot for power hungry people. He'd never had anything soft in his life, so it's safe to assume that this version of softness was dangerous and calculating. The same softness he had for pythons. Respect, but he knew better. When he looked at Dolores Umbridge, Nott saw a woman who could very well run an entire show moving only her pinky finger. No sweat broken, only big brown eyes that haunted you back. As the heir of an important family like the Notts, as the son of Astrid Nott, Morcant never slouched. Posture straight like a ruler, broad shoulders and raised chin. The same charming glint in his green eyes as his mother, maintaining eye-contact and moving with easiness. He moved like the world belonged to him, confident and smart, it was innate. The friendly and honey-eyed, well, that was taught. Or better, drilled until it became innate as well. — Dolores Umbridge, as I live and breathe. How are you doing? Congratulations on the promotion, you deserve it. — He greeted, with more honesty than he would care to admit.

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.

Odin had a great time at playing catch with the baby dragons and the baby thestral today. Morcant couldn't help but feel like a proud dad watching his antisocial son making friends, except his son had the spirit of an eighty year-old grumpy grandfather.

"They are cute, but I guess it's an acquired taste." Morcant's laugh was soft, silence settling in for a few moments. He liked Narcissa, her steadiness somehow made him few at peace. It was like someone created a bubble in space-continuum where his duties and worries disappeared. "He had a great time today, work has been demanding. There's a lot of unstable magical energy these days, he's talented at keeping my aura balanced, but it takes a lot out of him. I'm glad he had fun today. The dragons are fantastic, though. Congratulations."

open !  where : thestral night flight .

narcissa had been waiting by the side of the line with the thestrals that were grazing in the grass, she smiled down at the little babies grabbing the treats that she seemed to always carry on hand for the baby dragons. grabbing them out of their pocket they reached a hand out for the baby thestral to take thumb rubbing it's forehead. "honestly, they're very cute creatures." she says looking up, "if you can't see them there's a baby right here." she didn't know if she actually wanted to go on the ride, but this was a far enough place away from her mother and father who were undoubtedly searching for her.

is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

Morcant was pathetic. Sobbing like that, just because his daddy sent him a letter in his birthday, telling he was a disappointment and that he didn't need to come back for the holidays. It was his fourteen year old birthday, he would never forget it. How Elowen hugged him as he sobbed, hidden from everyone else between Hogwart's endless bookshelves. "I hate him so much, El. I hate him, why did he have to do this? I hate him. Why can't he love us? What did we do wrong? Why am I such a disappointment?" Nobody would understand but his sister, the bittersweet feeling. Satisfaction for screaming at his father, resentment for never quite getting over it. Glad about his mother's interference so things didn't escalate, miserable because she didn't move a finger to make things better. "Merlin, I hate him so much. Someday I'm gonna be so much better than him, and he's gonna choke. He won't be able to handle it and anger will consume him. Merlin, I hope he dies. I'm not sorry, I'm not. I know it makes me a bad person, but I don't care." Morcant has always been the best kind of liar. He even lies to himself. @nobelandloved

Did Gamon know what he was doing? Absolutely not. Was that a common occurrency? Maybe. Was it wrong to lurk on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep because you didn't want to face him again and your father asked you to buy potions supplies? Hell no, he was not a fucking coward.

The Gryffindor sighed, watching as the other man flipped the "OPEN" sign and marked the store as available to receive customers. Now he had no excuse to procrastinate. Great.

He walked to the door, pushing it open with a sigh and closing it behind him.

"Er... Hello. Morning. I'm here as a client... I mean, I have a list of ingredients." He said, fumbling while trying to take a crumpled piece of parchment out of his pocket. By Godric's polkadotted pants, could he be more awkward? Please, someone take him down with an entire Hit Wizard team. "Can you help me?"

Open for business

Setting: Hexes and Jinxs Characters: Severus Snape & open

Severus Snape was not what many people would consider normal. He was far too skinny, too pale, too everything. No one was there to see the closed doors, to see the options close before your eyes. Yet he still lived; he kept going. He kept moving, growing, learning. He never could satisfy his hunger for knowledge, even now, as he returned to his shop on a lazy Sunday afternoon. His luggage was in one hand as he unlocked the door, happy to return.

Severus opened this shop two years ago and named it “Hexes and Jinxs.” It was his pride and joy that was the place he had had saved up for. This was his sanctuary, his home. In more ways than one, it had an apartment attached to the upper floor and a potion lab in the back. It was perfect. He used a simple spell to turn on the lights, humming a soft melody as he began to clean up. It had been a month since he had been in the shop now, and the dust annoyed him greatly. After spending a few minutes cleaning until he was satisfied, he put his luggage in the lab. He had planned to put it away later, but he instead started cleaning the lab. It didn’t take him too long to clean, mainly dusting off his supplies and checking his ingredients. Smiling once it was finished, he moved back to the front. Flipping the open sign, he started to check his stock, making sure everything was still okay. 

WHO: morcant nott & open WHERE: diagon alley, street near gringotts. WHEN: late afternoon

Morcant had a day off, which rarely happened for the unspeakable squad in the Ministry. He considered himself a very productive person, so he decided to put his financial affairs in order. After dropping by to see Alecto, he headed to Gringotts. He had several investments and assets in his name, and although goblins were very reliable to make money, they weren't very trustworthy. There, things went as expected. Some of the most important investments had major drops due to the war, so he had to rearrange a lot of things. When he left the bank, it was the late afternoon and his head felt like exploding. During all of this, his familiar, a black kneazle named Odin, walked dutifully by his side. Right after they left the bank, however, the feline stopped to smell someone. "Odin, no. Come on, stop being rude." He chastened the kneazle, who promptly ignored him and stopped right in front of the newcomer. "I'm so sorry about him. Are you in a hurry? He's being trained to detect magical imbalance, so I think he might be worried about you."

Doctor Who Under the Lake | 9.03

Morcant: if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

Call him crazy, but Morcant had his preparations in place for when he died. That's something only a few people knew about: how fucking paranoid he was. Underneath all the sweet smiles and good nature, there was a deeply neurotic and paranoid young man. He could try to say that it was a byproduct of the environment, but he didn't know how much truth there was in that statement. Elowen knew about it, she had his will in hand and his portrait hidden somewhere safe. He had letters for everyone he loved, telling what he thought they should be happy in his absence. That he loved them, and they should have a long, happy life. He wouldn't run desperately towards loved ones, making confessions that wouldn't have a tomorrow. Why would he tell Valerian and Bryrony that he loved them? He would die the next day, and there would be nothing to do. It wasn't fair to dump that on them and then die, they would have to live the rest of their lives with that in their conscience. Morcant wasn't a good person, but he wasn't about to condemn two people with a life filled with "what ifs". Things were better this way. Quiet and lonely. @nobelandloved @xsecretkeepers @bryonyparkinsons

“I really want to kiss you.”

Jonah Hauer-King as Mo in The Flatshare (2022)

“The big screens, the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it It’s our world, the picture-book girls Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it Don’t you ask me if it’s love, my dear Love don’t really mean a thing ‘round here The fake scenes the plastic-made dreams Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it”