Remington's Loft

[Essy ze Ninja]

The Notts
Loft in Knockturn Alley, London, England, UK




After wandering down a stray alley way down Knockturn Alley, a large wooden door presents itself. The shop itself does not harbor a sign, save for the big black knocker that wizards are forced to find. Ordinarily, it had been enchanted to only allow entrance to advanced customers, but that's been changed, and any person can enter the shop. Upon entering, shelves and shelves line the walls, each filled with it's own curious oddity of cursed and enchanted items alike.. Not only infamous for his line of work, Remington seems to have ears everywhere; if you ever need information on a person, place, or thing, Remington will have the answers.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

The Owner
Slytherin Alumni, Remington Jagger Nott, owner of The Spiny Serpent




Current Visitors:

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Protected and enchanted with the caterwauling charm, disillusionment charm, imperturbable charm, protego totalum charm, muggle repeling charm, stealth sensoring charm, and an undetectable extension charm, the building fashioned as Remington's Loft is heavily defended.

After sliding through the doorway from his shop down below, a narrow staircase climbs up to an open den, opulently embellished with fine and articulate dark wooden furnishing and green leather plush arm chairs around a grand piano.




Past that, are several bedrooms, one of which, features the ostentatious master bedroom, scarcely lit by an enchanted chandelier and eloquently furnished. The bed itself is a regal wooden canopy curtained by a thick and heavy patterned drapery of gold.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Second Year, Slytherin

Anxious, it was the only real word that could describe the swelling emotions built up in his stout frame and tensing every muscle on his person. He sat, waiting, lounged across on end of the black leather arm chairs that had always reminded him of the Slytherin common room, as did much of the decor that Remington owned. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, or even why, he had only received the smallest inclination of a letter delivered by one mysterious owl.

His uncle was nowhere to be seen, most presumably, the man was idling behind his work bench in his shop just one floor below, or perhaps gambling one floor even lower.

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Location: Remington's Loft
Injuries:
Desires: Patience
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Commander Aran]

Roi made his way up the familiar, wooden steps of the Spiny Serpent. He smiled as he realized he was about to put his plan in motion: Consume William's body, soul, and mind. It's only natural that an empire must have a ruler, and that ruler must be fit for it. What better way to announce his throne then with Prince William Dante Nott the Third's body?

He made his way through the familiar doorway that led to the room where he had done many plots with his servant. He smiled as he saw his servant was sitting there, waiting for him. So he quickly strode into the room, his black wizard robes trailing behind him as he shut the door. He couldn't wait till he was of age, and probably able to do the Wandless Magic courses. That would be nice, not having to deal with a wand all the time.

These thoughts surrounded the demon as he sat in the other armchair and leaned back. This was the first time his servant had ever summoned him. Thus he had no idea what he wanted. So Roi just stared at the boy, not giving him the pleasure of Roi's curiosity.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Second Year, Slytherin

When Roi had finally sifted past through the defenses unharmed, Tay pushed himself upright, tense and troubled. Since their first encounter, Tay had aged, and incredibly so. Lines of tormented worry seared across his features, emblazoned on his brows and at the snarled curl of his lips. Barely noticeable bags hung under his eyes, as, all of his time, was spent labored behind texts and scrolls, in search for anything that would help Roi, or himself. A moment of silence ensued as Tay decidedly waited for the elder spirit to situate himself before he spoke. ”My father’s planning to host a ball….” he began off-handedly.

”Everyone is going to be invited, from Raines and Storm, to the Head Auror and his daughter—my father is inviting everyone from Hogwarts, and everyone from the Ministry…

“I figure there’s a lot of potential for us, in this, if we do it right, of course.”

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Location: Remington's Loft with Roi
Injuries:
Desires: Patience
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Commander Aran]

Roi nodded to signal he had heard and put two of Woil's fingers on his hosts chin to think. It was a good idea, and maybe a time to show his true colors. However, to reveal it to the whole Ministry? Not a very smart plan... "This messes with some of my plans, William. However, It is a good idea." He said to his young servant. He got up and began to pace around the room like he always did. Moving his hosts body from one end to the other.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Second Year, Slytherin

”Plans change,” Tay repeated this notion wistfully, it had been a term that his father had used more often than not. ”What were you hoping to accomplish, anyway?” He had finally instigated, unsure of where to start with all of the possibilities flourishing in his mind. His gaze danced around the living room, bare of any personal belongings, or personality, for that matter. Every ounce of the loft held no warmth, no kindness, no love to its touch, only a cold and systematic view, fake, like out of a magazine cover.

”I figure then would be as good a time as any to figure out exactly what’s going on with Phi, and her little group.” His voice lulled with a distant pause, focus, attention, it had all gyrated on the girl that held his book close to her chest. The one who hadn’t even seemed to falter, hadn’t flinched, or sank away from his very corrosive presence, as if he was nothing more than a beast, and that, that had held his attention.

”Belle tells me that she didn’t see any of them during the Graduation Ceremony, likely they’re all in a fight, or, off consorting together….”

“What do you think?”

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Location: Remington's Loft with Roi
Injuries:
Desires: Patience
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Sir Spazalots]

I might just be the last thing you ever see....

With a loud crack Lord Xilan appeared in the Loft. He had a hand on the arm of each of the Frostmourne twins. "Roi!" he said shoving the two boys forward. "Take care of these two." he said.

So do me a favor and scream for me.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Third Year, Slytherin

Impatience, it rang in his mind with a plight of menace and hadn’t faded, even despite his best efforts. As he waited for a response, he busied himself with his hand, twirling the handle from knuckle to knuckle wistfully and without a care in the world, but if only it were true. He felt the weights of the world crush his shoulder, from the loss of this family book, to the failure of his plans with Colton. He didn’t know what to do anymore. When a prominent cracking pop had alerted his attention, Tay scrambled, forcing himself to stand on his feet in attentiveness as he noticed Lord Xilan had appeared. Tay scarcely offered a polite bow, barely inclining forward for it to be barely noticed at all. But even so, he was truly unprepared for what he saw next. Glittering eyes of gold wavered as he eyed each twin in turn, silently, before casting his gaze upon Roi. ”There’s enough space at my father’s,” he mumbled, more to Roi, than Xilan. The question of why had sat in his eyes boldly, but, he hadn’t dared voice the opinion.

He did manage to clear his throat after a deliberate second, if only to add one piece. ”My uncle wants to know where he might find you?”

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Location: Remington's Loft with Roi, Xilan, Frostmourne Twins
Injuries:
Desires: Patience
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Commander Aran]

Roi was deep in thought when his servant spoke about the ceremony. He looked at the boy with Woil's blue eyes, the tinges of green in them, "I was busy talking to the Colton boy during the ceremony. And that pathetic girl, Jane? She's already become very moody. Colton ran off with her." He said rolling his eyes.

He slightly jumped when the loud crack was heard and he swiftly turned around, his hosts right hand in his right pocket, clutching the wand. He however let go once he realized who it was and let go of the wand.

When he was given the order to take care of the boys his eye twitched slightly, what was he? A babysitter!? However, it was best not to speak out for now and he just bowed, "Very well my lord." He said, ignoring his servants comment about his father.

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

William Dante Nott the Third

Third Year, Slytherin

Children?

It was all he could think as his eyes trained over the twins, identical in appearance, but near opposite in demeanor. Tay couldn’t resist the urge to c**k his head to one side and thrust a brow into heights as he scanned them, over and over, as though expecting something to… change. But it hadn’t. Both children stood there, seemingly against their will, and all he could do was wait for some sort of response from the daunting figure overhead before he would disappear with another sickening crack, like breaking bones.

A flash of fierce gold pierced the atmosphere and veered across unto Roi, pondering what the inner demon might already know that he did not. Jealousy struck him, and for whatever reason, he didn’t dare to admit, but he had always been graced with the center of the attention of everyone, even when he wanted it least. And now, now that the name of his leader had been called upon, and his leader’s name alone, it stirred something within him that he did not yet understand.

But even so, as he fought to train his focus upon the twin boys, he felt as though he had seen them before, as if he had known them once already. Deja vu? Perhaps...

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Location: Remington's Loft with Roi, Xilan, Frostmourne Twins
Injuries:
Desires: Patience
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..even heroes know when to be scared.

 

[Sir Spazalots]

I might just be the last thing you ever see....

Lord Xilan looked over the four boys. "I will find Remington." he said with a smile. He looked at Roi. "They will be beginning Hogwarts this year" he said.

So do me a favor and scream for me.

 

[Dolphina Oceanus]

Whatever our wandering,
our happiness will always be found with a narrow compass

And in the middle of objects
more immidately within our reach.

Abigail Warstorm

30 Years Old►Former Hufflepuff►Wanderer►Single

[[Continued from Abigail's Living Place]]

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With a faint pop, two figures appeared in the building, a strong, tall, handsome man who's hand was intertwined with that of a slight, beautiful, blonde woman. Abigail's cheeks bore a deep flush, filled with the excitement of the passionate kiss. She quickly took in the room she now occupied, filled with all assortment of oddities, then turned back to its owner. "Lovely place you've got here." she murmured as she pressed herself up against him. Her delicate hands explored his arms, then moved up to his shoulders, then came down to his strong chest, where they carefully pried open his shirt. Her full lips found his, the passion exploding. Body pressed to body, hearts pounding in tandom, Abigail found herself wanting more. She wanted Remington Nott, wanted him now. His shirt was now completely off, Abigail's warm body pressed firmly against his.

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Wearing

☽Slightly mad Legilimen in training☾

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