Who: Morcant And Dolores @apparitixns Where: Attic, Ministry Of Magic.

who: morcant and regulus @impcrios where: room of prophecies, department of mysteries, ministry of magic

Neither of them knew, but both Morcant Nott and Regulus Black had already been fucked over by narrative before they were even born. Perhaps they knew, in the same self-aware arrogance where they fished they self-loathing, bit by bit. They didn't know what the Moirai would spun for them in the fabric of fate. Since they worked for the Room of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries, some would call that poetic justice. The Nott heir stood by one of the shelves, watching the long line of prophecies with the intent of someone listening to music. Crystal balls that looked inofensive enough, but he knew people that had gone crazy while working there. Lucky him, he was halfway there, maybe that's why he almost didn't feel the pull. Working there during midnight was peaceful and eerie, which was his mood of preference when studying their cases. You couldn't be too comfortable over there. — Black. — He nodded to Regulus as he saw him. For someone with the social skills Morcant had —you get more flies with honey—, not knowing how to approach the topic was disquieting. He couldn't exactly be blatant and outright ask him what he wanted to know. — Did you see anything missing or out of place in your hand? He asked, looking closely to the other's face with a somber sort of respect. It was the best resemblance of friendliness he could emulate in the present circunstances.

Morcant: have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

@bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers Girls were objectively hot. Morcant had always known that. He liked girls, he'd had crushes before. Merlin, he'd been half in love with Bryrony for half of his life. When he looked at her, it was all sunshine and rainbows. She made everything seem simple. She was so good, Morcant genuinely thought they would get married someday. Maybe. He didn't know how that would work, because marriages were dysfunctionals by nature, and he didn't wanna risk ruining their friendship like that. If they got married, they would start fighting and it would all grow cold. Her blonde hair falling on her face, blue eyes that reminded him of a blue sky in a rainless day, and hands so soft... So small and soft, like she could heal every ache he had ever had. How smart she was, resourceful when she thought no one was looking, and how it broke his heart that her eyes were clouded with dreams she thought she couldn't have. If he could, he would pick her dreams from Yggdrasil itself and bring her in a silver platter. Morcant knew better, that marriages weren't meant to be happy. At the same time, there was his best friend. Things were easier when he didn't know he was in love with his best friend as well. It hit him on a saturday morning, after a day running around in the Nott Gardens like they didn't have a single worry. They were disgusting with sweat and mud, lying on the grass, too tired to get up. Valerian had his eyes closed, basking in the tiny ray of light that shone between the clouds. He had long eyelashes that rested against his high cheekbones. Morcant didn't realized he said that out loud. "You have long eyelashes." He blurted out, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Valerian suddenly opened his eyes, and Morcant felt like all the air had left his lungs. Fuck. He was in love.

Morcant was, after all, a Nott. A snobby, arrogant, stuck-up nose pureblood. He was self-aware of that, and he wasn't about to lie to himself and say he didn't have a reason to be. He was all of that, simply because it was owed to him and his legacy.

That said, all he felt was contempt and disgust. It took all of him to act like a gentleman, supress what he really felt and try to have fun. His entire life, Morcant always believed that you get more flies with honey, than vinegar. It wasn't like him to express what he truly felt, even if all he wanted to do now was bitch about it.

"Well, a single corridor in the Nott Manor has more cursed artifacts than this. Come on, Lucius. We both know that we came here for a comedy exhibit, especially if some stupid kid tries to rob it." He sighed, imagining the scene. "That would be a good laugh, wouldn't it?"

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: open | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: zonko's, cursed artifact exhibition

a  slender  finger  slides  along  the  sleek  marble  of  the  countertops  before  him,  already  coated  with  a  thin  layer  of  dust  for  special  affects.  lucius  could  tell,  even  to  the  naked  eye,  that  the  so  called  cursed  artifacts  scattered  around  the  joke  shop  were  also  jokes.  pieces  of  plastic  disguised  as  actual  artifacts  hidden  around  the  wizarding  world.  ❝  they  have  to  know  they  aren't  fooling  anyone,  ❞  lucius  says  aloud  to  no  one  in  particular.  ❝  although  it  would  be  quite  the  event  if  someone  were  to  try  robbing  this  place  for  a  piece  of  junk.  ❞

It was a silly little thing, really. Odin, his black kneazle, had a morbid curiosity towards thestrals. Morcant's familiar tended to be a stern and proud creature, but the omen of death brought out a completely different side to him. The kneazle could see and feel magical aura, so he was invaluable during Unspeakable missions, and he rarely allowed himself to behave like a... Well, cat.

Even if he truly wasn't one, and merely thinking about Odin as a cat would offend his familiar, but thank Salazar he didn't know Legilimency yet. It was just a matter of time, though, Morcant was sure. Kneazles would still rule the world, Voldemort wouldn't stand a chance against them. Just look at their paws.

"Well, not really. I'm just here to indulge the child. It's not like I can say no to him. Odin has a morbid curiosity towards thestrals, maybe it's because he sees magical aura. Thestrals are truly unique creatures. Well, are you? Getting a ride?"

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

The first time Frank had seen one, he was just shy of his sixteenth birthday and had wandered toward the carriages—he had almost gotten into one when he stilled completely. The black leathery horse-like creature peered at him, looking at him as if he had done it countless times—it wasn't the kind of beauty that Frank had been privy to, not until he lost his father.

Even tonight, lanterns lit the pathway as people gathered around - the thestrals were just as beautiful and in a way, the grief was just as raw, even after all these years, but it didn't consume him like it once did. feeling a presence next to him, "are you going for a ride?" a small smile stretching his lips as he looked over.

The Flatshare (2022).

"Mrs. Parkinson, it's great to meet you. The festival looks much better now that you're here." Morcant smiled courteously to Bryony, as if they didn't grow up in the same social circles their whole lives.

There was a playful undertone underneath all the politeness, of course. It was interesting to see his childhood friend as a married woman. But, then, that was probably his fault for not having settled down yet.

"I don't believe I'm the best person to have an opinion on tapestries, since the only tapestry I truly remember is the Nott's family tree tapestry. But I do enjoy the Yuletide spirit, it's my favorite." Morcant said, settling comfortably beside her.

Who: Bryony & Open Where: Samhain Festival, Market Stalls

Bryony had thought long and hard how her re-entrance back into society post-wedding would go, and it hadn't been this damned festival. They were supposed to attend a gala last weekend for one of the many charities she helped out with, but of course, she had been sick and they couldn't attend. And now her husband goes and tells her at the last minute that he would join her later, that something had come up. She was not pleased but she was unwilling to sit at home for another weekend. So here she was, hoping he would come and find her before it was too late.

"The holiday may be over tomorrow, but the season will go on for a while. It wouldn't be particularly tacky to keep this up, would it?" Bryony mused to the person beside her, showing them the tapestry that she had been looking at.

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.

WHO: morcant nott & alecto carrow @ofcarrowisms WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

━ If I had a galleon for mudblood in this room, I could buy you a new pub. ━ Morcant rolled his eyes, as he took a drag from the cigarette he got from Arden. A smoke break was a welcome relief from the constant smiling, which wasn't something he usually minded, but that was starting to put a strain on his facial muscles. ━ Disgusting. Which is rich, considering this shit bloody stinks, but certainly less than the mudbloods. Want one?

"Well, Hogwarts is a game of survival, each day is just a shot in the dark." Morcant rolled his eyes, bitterly thinking about the utter lack of order in that dump. "I hear there's centaurs around here, as well. I would really love to know more about their society and government structure. Do you think they have a democracy, or that is it more an anarchy? Anyway, I think they probably keep the acromantulas in check, their fangs would make fantastic weapons. At least that's what I would do if I was a centaur." He babbled, not really excited about the whole prospect of the ride. "I'm not entirely sure about the ride. Disfigurement by acromantulas doesn't fit my aesthetic for today."

open ! where : haunted hayride .

"now riddle me this, all throughout the year we are literally forbidden to go into the forbidden forest and now we're just taking hayrides driven by creatures we can't see where the forest is probably full of more creatures we can't see! i know there's acromantulas in there! i've seen them in our textbook! it can't be safe — let's hitch a ride." the second she said it, mary was hopping on the cart with their hand out to help the other person in, if they dared.

relationships — wanted plots

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL

[ THE THROUPLE ; ( valerian & bryrony parkinson ) ] morcant had a thing for his best friend for a while now, but he never thought it would go anywhere, since he's not that deserving of love and had to marry a good pureblood girl. his best friend was in a very similar situation, and married a good pureblood girl. whenever morcant thought about his best friend marrying, he thought the girl would end up stealing him from morcant. this, or the girl being completely left aside. that's not what happened at all. the best friend's new wife? fantastic girl, fit their friendship like she had always been there. she's stunning, funny, intelligent. now he's in love with his best friend and his best friend's wife. what now?

[ THE CASUAL AFFAIR ; barty crouch jr ] all it took was a heated look during a secret underground party, flirty jokes traded under hot breaths, and a bottle of firewhiskey. their chemistry together could blow up the entire diagon alley, it's becoming a little more than he bargained for. the problem is: this person might not be the one their parents want for him.

[ THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE ; winnie yaxley ] marrying was never in his cards, he knew exactly what a marriage entailed: fighting and unhappy lives. his parents were miserable, he would never willingly subject himself to this. however, things change, and somehow he saw himself bethrothed with her. he was afraid she would be just one more chore, something that would ruin his plans. after a while, they both realize they have more in common than they imagine. maybe, their only ticket out of an unhappy marriage might be each other.

[ THE ROTTEN SOULMATE ; 1 open slot ] they used to date during their hogwarts years, they know the worst of each other, and they could have gotten married. unfortunately, it didn't work, since the relationship got cold and became a friendship. now, they are each other's other half and promised to get married if they're still single when they're 40.

[ THE SYCOPHANT ; 1 open slot ] morcant is well aware that this person uses his body and status for their own gain, but again, so is he. they are two beautiful, lonely people who use each other when they need to fill their heart for a night. sometimes, they even go together for high society events. it's a relationship of convenience, but not without its perks.

BUSINESS / WORK

[ THE UNSPEAKABLE COLD CASE ; arden wilkes, melis marangoz, barty crouch senior ] the corridors in the department of mysteries harbor secrets that refuse to fade. morcant has uncovered a cold case—a file from decades ago, meticulously buried by corrupt officials desperate to hide the truth. morcant always knew that the ministry was corrupt, but now that he's seeing it up close, he's not so sure that ignoring is a viable option. so, here's a question: what price must we pay when the truth becomes a liability?

arden wilkes and morcant decide to investigate the situation further. melis marangoz, another unspeakable, stumbles upon their investigation and must decide whether to help uncover the truth or turn a blind eye.

mr. crouch senior, a ministry official, starts asking too many questions—do they want to expose the corruption or bury it deeper?

MUSE C, an outsider with knowledge of the case, gets approached by morcant and decides to help him, but their motivations remain unclear.

MUSE D, another unspeakable, morcant warns morcant to drop the case before it’s too late—do they know something he doesn’t?

[ THE MONEYMAKER; alecto carrow ] he's an investor, so I need people with promising business he can support and invest.

[ THE FINANCIAL ADVISOR ; valerian parkinson ] financial advisor and partner in his economic ventures who help manage his investments.

[ THE DARK ARTIFACTS COLLECTOR ; elowen nott ] a wixen that he trusts to trade, sell and study dangerous artifacts he might encounter.

[ THE PAIN IN THE ASS ; atticus diggory’s parents ] this person's boss has been trying to aprehend the items in nott manor for literal years, since the family's obsession with keeping records managed to keep part of magical history registeres. now mr. nott put the responsibility to deal with the ministry on his son, morcant.

[ THE ASSURANCE PLAN ; open ] morcant is used to cleaning up his father’s messes. considering the amount of trouble mr. geraint nott (his father) normally gets himself into (and also considering the family's history), they probably have a team of trusted solicitors, barristers, etc. morcant has a pretty good foresight, so he would be preparing for the future, in case the worst happens.

ACADEMIA / MAGIC

[ THE SEER ; 1 open slot ] this person worked alongside him as a seer to provide materials to his get thesis as a master in spells. the theme was "binding magic in prophecies".

[ DARK ACADEMIA ; lucius malfoy, open slots ] scholars can be obsessed with their fields of interest, and he is no different. his expertise in binding magic and prophecies topple to the darker side of magic, and he found other people who want to study dark magic in the name of research. but here's a question: how far is too far?

MUSE A becomes fascinated by morcant’s knowledge and asks to be his apprentice. the question is: does he become a mentor or a corrupter?

morcant, MUSE B, MUSE C, AND MUSE D have formed a secret circle of scholars dedicated to studying dark magic under the pretense of academic research. when the information gets leaked and they start receiving threatening owls, they must cover their tracks and find out who's behind it.

[ THE WANDMAKER ; 1 open slot ] do you know how the loyalty of a wand works? how do i use my want to the fullest potential? how do i make sure that my wand works for me and for me only? how do i strenghten my connection with my want? that's what those two are trying to figure out. whatever it takes.

SOCIAL / PLATONIC

[ THE BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER ; severus snape ] there's a popular saying about how men live less when they do stupid things together. this person is morcant's brother in every way that matters, and they are truly there for each other. morcant feels safe with this person and is maybe the only one who truly understands what is going on in morcant's mind.

[ UNDERGROUND PARTY CIRCLE ; open slots ] morcant puts his duty above everything else, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to party. as someone who knows the right people, he's often seen in secret, underground parties. what happens there, stays there, and people know it. whenever he goes to those parties, it's like he's a completely different person. his duty is left aside and the most primal need to have fun is let out.

[ DEATH EATER FRIENDS ; open slots ] some of them were childhood friends, others met along the way, but eventually they all got together in the name of pureblood supremacy. at least that's what they think he support, but he's not that sure about it anymore...

[ THE CONSPIRATION ; regulus black ] morcant and regulus are coworkers and grew up in the same social circle, but were never really that close. up until now. now, they are joining their ranks, supporting the cause, biding their time. when paranoia starts eating them out and they fear for their loved ones lives, they are willing to sacrifice themselves if it means to defeat the undefeatable.

[ THE CHAMPAGNE FRIEND ; 1 open slot ] they party together, they have fun together, they spend all their money together; because they are filthy rich and spoiled rotten. it's not a very deep box, but you know what people say about shallow boxes... sometimes they have a fake bottom.

[ THE UNBREAKABLE VOW ; 2 open slots ] two people he knows ended up making an unbreakable vow, and guess who had to perform the vow ceremony? yes, morcant. now, he's involved in something more intricate than he put this galleons in...

[ THE POLYJUICE MYSTERY ; 1 open slot ] your muse has been meeting with morcant for a while, but has no idea that it’s him, since he used polyjuice potion to disguise himself. you meet in some sort of shoddy pub like hog’s head, he buys information from other influent families, and leaves.

[ THE MUGGLE MUGGING ; 1 open slot ] morcant decided to visit stonehenge for research purposes, as much as he dislikes muggles. there, he ends up being mugged by a muggle, which doesn't improve his views of muggles, but you try to tell him there’s bad people everywhere. the thief got stunned by morcant and nobody saw a thing. nobody but your muse. would you tell the ministry? or would you do something else…?