Morcant: If You Knew You Were Going To Die Tomorrow, What Is One Thing You Absolutely Have To Resolve

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."

WHO: gamon ollivander & barty crouch jr. @bcrtiesjr WHERE: ollivanders, diagon alley WHEN: midnight

It was a disquieting night for Gamon at Ollivanders. Rosie, one of his closest friends, had warned him in the morning about a danger appearing in his workplace. He thought about a robbery, maybe. He heard about some stores getting looted at night, with the crisis starting to show its face, some people were losing their marbles.

The little bell on the door warned him about a new presence entering the store. The man lifted his head from the wand catalogue he was updating—boring service, really, but unfortunately he had to do it— and lifted his brow when he saw who it was.

"Hello, welcome to Ollivanders. How can I help you?" Gamon asked, politely. Talk about awkward, your ex-boyfriend's friend showing up in your workplace. Of course, the chance of him actually being there to talk about Sev—Severus, he corrected himself— was small, considering Ollivanders was almost the only wand shop in Britain...

“Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it’s like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it’s like to burn.”

— oh darling, even rome fell // p.s.

where: ancestor's lanterns release, samhain festival, hogsmeade when: evening with: open

Morcant really hoped the departed people didn't have access to it beyond the veil. If they did, he was fucked. His heartfelt message to his grandfather, Cantakerous Nott, was along the lines of: "Dear grandfather, thank you for being an even worse paternal figure than my father. No wonder he is a raving lunatic, having you as his father. You are the one who sullies the noble and ancient name of the Nott family. I hope you rot in hell for the entire eternity. Fuck you. A big middle finger, your grandson."

He sighed in relief when the lantern was flying too high to be caugh, and hoped no one saw it. He was about to leave, when he stumbled on someone.

"Oh, pardon me. Sorry, are you okay? I hope I didn't damage your lantern." He asked politely, knowing the ceremony could be a hard time for some people.

MORCANT ELDRITCH NOTT — the chain-breaker

"When robbed of options, go feral. I refuse to abdicate of my duties as the Nott heir, even if father does not care about it anymore. Whatever happens after this, it will be for a reason."

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.

just babe being in love throughout episode 5

Jonah Hauer-King in The Flatshare (2022)

WHO: gamon ollivander & open WHERE: three broomsticks WHEN: saturday night

Naturally, the Three Broomsticks was quite crowded on a saturday night. He had most weekends off from the shop, and he liked to spend sometimes catching up with his friends and a butterbeer. When he saw a familiar face sitting alone, he ordered an extra butterbeer and stitched his way through the crowd, heading there.

"Hey, how are you doing? I saw you alone here and thought you might want a butterbeer for company." Gamon slid the other butterbeer to the other person's direction. "Is everything okay?"

WHO: morcant nott & bryony and valerian parkinson @bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

Obviously, Morcant couldn't avoid Bryony and Valerian for too long. It was rather silly of him to do so, of course, but he would take all the time he could from telling them he was now engaged. It's not as if they would particularly mind, after all, they were married to each other. It was more of the "Morcant Nott being a selfish bastard" gag roll. Nobody could fault him for saying he was charitable, being a Nott was a warning sign as good as any. ━ Hello, Lord and Lady Parkinson. It's a pleasure to see you today. I'm afraid you just missed my fiancée, Winnifred Yaxley, but I'm sure we'll have time to socialize later. We'll send the invitations for the engagement party later this week. ━ Morcant smiled pleasantly, cutting straight to the chase. He couldn't stand sitting on this for a single more minute.