Nott Castle and Estates

[MJ Spooks]

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fαтнєя ∂ι∂ уσυ мιѕѕ мє, вєєи ℓσ¢кє∂ υρ α ωнιℓє
ι gσт ¢αυgнт fσя ωнαт ι ∂ι∂ вυт тσσк ιт αℓℓ ιи ѕтуℓє
ℓαι∂ тσ яєѕт αℓℓ му ¢σиfєѕѕισиѕ ι gανє ωαу вα¢к ωнєи
иσω ι'м νєяѕє∂ ιи ѕσ мυ¢н ωσяѕє, ѕσ ι αм вα¢к αgαιи
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spaceCallidora gave another hum when he declared the club 'fun', in a rather defensive tone of voice, she couldn't help but note. "There's no need to get dramatic," she tutted, the faint upturn of her lips the only indication that she knew she'd made a joke. "You're young, fun is allowed. In moderation, of course, can't have you running about doing whatever you please. But if you enjoy the club, then good. It gives you something to do and keeps you out of trouble." Given what little she knew of the muggles who'd been raising her son, anything that kept him from causing mischief was a welcome relief. Edric seemed to catch on to the fact that she wasn't disappointed in this particular life choice, and she had to wonder if the Notts were aware of it, and had expressed distaste. Well, it wouldn't surprise her if they had. God forbid they show any real class. An appreciation of the arts might be a bit beyond them.

spaceThe names he gave regarding the club's current heads weren't ones she recognized, so she very neatly filed them under 'probably mudbloods' in her mind. "I suppose it's to be expected that no one of note is in charge," she mused, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "An interest in theater is all well and good. A sign of culture, it is an artform after all. But being so involved as to direct and manage such a club would require a level of dedication that's unbecoming for anyone of any decent background." The boy's apparent need to redeem his club in her eyes by listing off the more appropriate members was almost endearing; she'd give him that, at least he knew when to kiss arse. It was somewhat refreshing, though she had no doubt it was part of why he'd been sorted so poorly. "Don't be so overeager to please, dear," she told him, tone a bit sharp. "You'll make yourself into a doormat. Manners are all well and good, but it'll do you no good to have such a weak spine." Her lip curled ever so slightly. She didn't imagine having Remington's foolish pride would benefit the child, but at the very least he ought to be able to stand up for himself without seeming like he was going to cry if argued against.

spaceHis discussion of his schooling started off well enough, but she felt her entire body stiffen in disgust when he grew too excited and drifted into that horrible accent. Inhaling sharply, she took a moment to collect herself, not bothering to school her expression. She wasn't going to baby him with regards to this, not for an instant. "I'm sorry, you'll have to repeat that," she told him, tone icy. "I couldn't understand a word of the trash that just fell from your lips, Edric. Repeat it. In proper English, if you please. I'll have a civilized conversation with you, or none at all." Her tone left no room for argument. He'd been doing rather well, but the ease with which he'd slipped into the gutter speak left her wondering just how often it occurred while he was away at school. If there were any way to check in on such things, she'd utilize it in a heartbeat, but she had nothing at her disposal to facilitate it, and no one to ask. Remington's fault once again, she thought, with no small amount of malice.



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fσя тнє ωαуѕ тнαт ι нυят, ωнєи ι'м нιкιиg υρ му ѕкιят
ι αм ѕιттιиg σи α тняσиє ωнιℓє тнєу'яє вυяιє∂ ιи тнє ∂ιят
fσя тнє мαи тнαт ι нαтє, ι'м gσιиg тσ нєℓℓ
gєттιи' нєανу ωιтн тнє ∂єνιℓ, уσυ ¢αи нєαя тнє ωє∂∂ιиg вєℓℓѕ
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wнere - Nott Castles - Entryway
wнen - Christmas 2040
wιтн - Edric
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[Essy ze Ninja]

THOMAS MCGREGOR________
EDRIC_NOTT ______
First Year, Hufflepuff, Pureblood ___
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Edric reclined back in his seat, lips mussed together and impatient. He would sigh and roll his eyes if he knew he'd get away with it, for now, he bowed his head and scratched behind the ear like a nervous tick. Something about the way Mother said he ought to be having fun made his toes wiggle in his shoes. Fun? What fun? He never remembered having any fun. Edric bet Mother was too old to have fun. Or maybe too mean. Just like Grandfather. Wrinkles of disbelief etched his brow and decided to kick his legs into a swing beneath him. He wished for a swing set here at the castle, but Grandfather didn't approve. Because he's old. ”Yes mother,” he said, almost petulantly, but that would require a bit more attention than he was willing to offer. He was much too busy rushing all the words together in his head, everything he was preparing to share and discuss.

Edric lurched at the opening she had given him, ”Yes, exactly,” he said. ”They act in leading and supporting roles, not in charge behind the stage.” He had to admit, running the club would seem like a handful more than anyone with real responsibilities could handle. Too bad that wasn't him anymore. Edric was taken aback at her chiding. Wasn't he doing what she wanted? His face wrinkled again as he tried to make sense of when you were supposed to be willingly obedient and not-so-willingly obedient. It was too much to wrap his mind around. ”Okay?” He tread lightly. What would be worse? Saying he just doesn't get it? Or her trying to explain? An exasperated sigh stumbled past his lips and shifted his attention back to his food. He didn't want it anymore, he realized. He wasn't hungry. He was stubborn, and confused, but he wanted to be happy. So he divulged more. His classes, the professors, and that dragon teapot he had transfigured.

All he wanted was a 'well done' or a pat on the back. Some recognition of his hard work. But she looked down her nose at him and it was only then that he realized his mistake. A rush of icy water washed over him, little pinpricks shivered down his spine and hot, sticky sweat beaded on the back of his neck and the pit of his arms. Like adrenaline was firing in his brain, screaming that this is the end, this is it, it's fight or flight or we're done! But that did not make sense. Not logically. His brain knew that but it was having a hard time convincing his body otherwise. ”No,” he spat, this time, very much the petulant child he was. It came out so suddenly, it surprised even him. But then he repeated himself, firmly this time. ”No. I dun' want to. It's stupid. Am not some posh toff and I dun know if I want to be! I''s Christmas an' you can'' even be nice 'o me faw one nigh'! Why do you 'ave 'o be like 'ha'? I wish you were never my mum! I wish I was still wi'h my old family! A' leas' 'hey were nice 'o me!” His face had turned pink by the time he finished. He shoved his plate, hardly touched, across the table and crossed skinny arms over his chest. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Why'd he have to be stuck with a mean ol' mum and a comatose da' in some dark, scary castle. Nothing about this was reminded him of home. They didn't even have a bloody Christmas tree here! Or decorations! You can't have Christmas without a tree. Which only meant one thing. This wasn't Christmas anymore, it was Anti-Christmas.

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【WHEN:: Christmas Day, 2040 】
【WHERE:: Nott Castle】
【WITH WHO:: Callidora 】
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Cara MiaKitty

 

[MJ Spooks]

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fαтнєя ∂ι∂ уσυ мιѕѕ мє, вєєи ℓσ¢кє∂ υρ α ωнιℓє
ι gσт ¢αυgнт fσя ωнαт ι ∂ι∂ вυт тσσк ιт αℓℓ ιи ѕтуℓє
ℓαι∂ тσ яєѕт αℓℓ му ¢σиfєѕѕισиѕ ι gανє ωαу вα¢к ωнєи
иσω ι'м νєяѕє∂ ιи ѕσ мυ¢н ωσяѕє, ѕσ ι αм вα¢к αgαιи
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spaceCallidora managed to get into the estate easily enough, a little surprise from the house-elves at her dropping by unexpectedly the only resistance she met. They'd seemed hesitant when she'd asked them not to inform anyone of her arrival, but she didn't intend to be here very long, anyway. Without preamble, she made her way to her son's room, sighing faintly as she knocked on his door. "Edric, dear. Open up," she called, her soft tone hiding her intentions quite handily. She couldn't let on that she had any nefarious reasons for being here, for seeing him. It was rather late for a visit, which would be suspicious, but as long as he didn't make a fuss, this would be over too quickly for it to matter. "I wanted to see you before you went back to school, dearest." She hadn't seen much of her boy this holiday, sorting through her own thoughts and her plans. It didn't much matter who he was with or what he did, after all. He wouldn't really be going back to school. Or doing much of anything else. It was almost a relief, to know that she was getting started on ending everything. She only wished that Remington were cognizant of reality. She'd have liked to see his face when he realized what she'd done. Ah, well. On the plus side, he wasn't around to interfere. She could be grateful for that, at least.



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fσя тнє ωαуѕ тнαт ι нυят, ωнєи ι'м нιкιиg υρ му ѕкιят
ι αм ѕιттιиg σи α тняσиє ωнιℓє тнєу'яє вυяιє∂ ιи тнє ∂ιят
fσя тнє мαи тнαт ι нαтє, ι'м gσιиg тσ нєℓℓ
gєттιи' нєανу ωιтн тнє ∂єνιℓ, уσυ ¢αи нєαя тнє ωє∂∂ιиg вєℓℓѕ
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wнere - Nott Castle - Edric's Room
wнen - Summer 2041 - Late Evening
wιтн - Edric
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[Essy ze Ninja]

William Dante Nott the Third

Keeper of the Nott Castle and Estates

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6’2” ♜ 185lbs ♜ 39yrs
Nott Castle, Wales
Fall of 2042
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The nightmares never ceased. In the early morning hours he would bolt upright, chest heaving, vision groggy and confused. Instead of crashing waves outside his window there were hills of green. Life was at peace in the Welsh countryside, he simply wasn't used to it yet. Tay rouse from slumber in the castle's master bedroom and padded to the door on bare feet as to not stir Michelle from her sleep. He crossed the long hallway of snoring portraits and descended the staircase.

He did not rest until he reached his father's grave out on the castle grounds, then swiped the dust off the face of the tombstone and slumped to his knees. It was hard to believe two years had passed already.

Back then, it seemed so simple. Take the polyjuice potion, seize control. How could he have known so much would go wrong? First, that dreaded family meeting. It ended in uproar, worse than he could have imagined. The moment he announced the end of their pureblood lobbying, annulment of arranged marriages, and condemned the ignorant tradition of blood supremacy, all hell broke loose. Wands were raised. Tempers flared. Only Theodore managed to regain control. Tay slunk back into the shadows and retreated.

It didn't take long for his grandfather to catch up to him, by then, the polyjuice potion had begun to wear off. If a duel broke out at the castle, he was doomed. So he ran.

Theodore caught up at the other end of disapparation on the dark sands of Cromer beach where a duel broke loose. It all happened so quickly. Fast curses and bolts of light streamed like red and green fireworks. Before he knew it, Michelle joined the fight, then William. Soon Will had been felled and Tay and Michelle had Theodore by the throat. They should have killed him right then and there. But two bodies were two too many. They let him go.

Tay had not seen his grandfather since the funeral. Neither of his distant cousins or uncles gave much trouble after. They crowed and tutted and scoffed in dismay, but never spoke against him. Every one of them believed Tay to be the murderer. Even after the investigation had cleared him. They whispered behind his back. Rumors swirled of how he paid or blackmailed to get his way. But the truth was, Theodore struck the final blow and Theodore was in Azkaban paying the price. Surprisingly, the use of a polyjuice potion was not, in itself, illegal. But murder was -- even accidental.

All that mattered now were the charities Tay had founded; one for orphaned young witches and wizards and another to advocate for mental health in the wizarding world. He had a section of the castle opened to the general public as a museum, showcasing the family's collection of goods and heirlooms over the generations, from wands to clothing to racing brooms. The chapel was even opened to reservations for weddings. It would take many more years for the Nott legacy to change into anything resembling good, but he would spend the rest of his life trying.








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Devlyn Maycry

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

ஐIn the night αнεα∂ there's a light upon τнιṡஐ
ஐ нøυṡε on a нιℓℓஐ
ஐThe ℓινιиģ, ℓινιиģ ṡτιℓℓ ஐ
ஐTheir intention is to ќιℓℓ and they will, they ωιℓℓஐ


Two years had passed, and yet it still felt like yesterday. Michelle had spent her life running from one thing or another. First she ran from the truth, then she ran from Vincent, and then she ran from everything and anything she knew. Eventually she wasn't even sure what she had been running from. Even so, she always found herself back in the same place. Back with him. Tay had been the one constant in her life since the day she met him. Even when he ran away for a few years, he still had been a constant somehow.

Two years ago though, they stopped running. They stopped hiding, and they started doing good. It felt weird to her at first, and eventually it became their new normal. Sometimes she still awoke, ready to fight or run, or do something, and yet in the quiet of the countryside she remembered that she was safe. They were all safe, and there was nothing left to run from, except her own misdeeds... and she had realized awhile ago that she couldn't escape those, only make up for them.

She was sure that all her old friends and family, people she barely spoke to anymore, would tell her that it was Tay's fault that she ever got mixed up in any of this, but that would be a lie. Maybe a lie they told themselves to make themselves feel better about ever befriending her. The truth was she had always had something dark inside her, and with or without Tay she probably would have ended up doing many of the same things she had done.


That was over though. She had made peace with herself, at least as much as she could. All that was left, was just to do as much good with the rest of her life to hopefully make up for all that she had done wrong.


Tay leaving the bed and room did not wake her at first, but eventually she stirred and found him missing. At one point in her life, she would have been terrified that he had run off and left her behind again, but that wasn't something she even worried about anymore. He wasn't going anywhere, and she knew just where to find him.


She sighed and sat up in bed, before struggling to her feet. At one point she had found herself lost in this very castle, and now it was her home. She made her way through the halls and out to the cemetery on the grounds with ease. There she found him where she always found him, kneeling on the ground in front of his father's grave.


"You're going to have to forgive yourself for all of it eventually you know?" She whispered, squeezing his shoulder gently, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She would have kneeled next to him, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to get back up on her own if she did. Instead she flicked her fingers a bouquet of flowers appeared on the man's grave. White roses, her favourite. If she'd known William's favourite type of flower, she'd have conjured those instead, but she had never been that familiar with Tay's family.


"Come on," she said. "Come back inside with me. You can't wallow in your own guilt all day, and I'm starving... so I think you should make me something to eat. After all it is partially your fault I'm always hungry now a days." She smirked at him, hoping her joking around would bring his mood around. She had never expected, dreamed, or even thought for a moment she'd find herself in a life like this. She lived with the man she loved, she had a home that was safe and peaceful, and she was going to be a mother. She and Tay were going to have a child... a child of their very own. The reality really hadn't settled in yet for her. It wasn't like they'd really meant for it to happen, but neither of them was really upset about it either.


They'd found themselves in a normal life, and now they were just falling right into that white picket fence life. It was strange, and yet it wasn't bad. It was actually kind of good. She felt... happy? That was the really strange part.n Happy and at peace.



ஐSomewhere in the εи∂ of all this нατεஐ
ஐThere's a ℓιģнταнεα∂ஐ
ஐ ṡøмεωнεяε in the end we're all ιиṡαиεஐ
ஐI won't вυяи øυτ in this ρℓα¢εஐ
ஐMy ιиτεиτιøи is to ƒα∂ε And I will, I ωιℓℓஐ

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