McGregor Flat

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the 𝕿hird

𝕺cclumens, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

[Summer of 2033]

”You're sure no one will find him here,” Tay bit down hard on his tongue, the muscle twitched between his teeth until it had grown numb. He didn't want to interrupt Morgan while he was at work. But he hated standing back, waiting, useless. As of late, he'd grown fidgety. Filled with more energy and anxiety and awareness now that he had weened off from his addiction and drank the open air with fresh lungs. The flat was quaint, but messy; he supposed that was the case with children in a house and no house-elf to clean after them. Idly, he wondered how Shay would react if she knew what was transpiring here. But no one did. Only Morgan and Michelle.

Not but two days ago, he had stolen his young nephew from his bed. The boy was older than Tay had anticipated, almost five or six, if he had to guess. It shouldn't have been so easy. But once Morgan countered all of Remington's defenses on Serpents Ascent, it was just a stroll in the park to get the baby. That new wife of his was no where to be found; the house-elf stunned and memory wiped. Edric was half asleep, but awake enough to not recognize the man holding him. Before Edric could shout, they were already gone.

And now they were here. The McGregor residence. Tay knew little about them, only what Morgan had divulged, and only what was necessary. Tay kept on guard; it was unlikely for one of their neighbors to decide to visit but he closed the curtains and occasionally darted an eye through the peephole of the front door. When Morgan was finished swiping Edric's memory clean and replacing his thoughts and fantasies with that of a muggle boy by the name of Thomas, or “Tommy,” as his new found family will soon be calling him. ”And that no one will recognize him.” Tay wouldn't be surprised if half the wizarding world already had Edric's face plastered across every local newspaper. It would only be a matter of time until his uncle would begin to spiral and Tay wanted to be there to see every waking moment of it. 'Should've left a two-way mirror in the boy's bedroom.' He reflected in hindsight. How lovely would it be to have front row seats to the chaos about to unfold.

Ah well. Maybe next time.

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 175 ♜ Age: 30
McGregor Household
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[Essy ze Ninja]

𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the 𝕿hird

𝕺cclumens, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni

[Summer of 2033]

Tay snorted in retort but certainly didn't argue. He very much wished he could be as sure of this as Morgan seemed to be, but he couldn't. 'It doesn't feel like enough,' but feeding his vengeance unadulterated and untempered had been what led him down this road. It was his vices and his grudges and his hatred that had woven so deep in his bones, it braided between the notches of his spine and controlled every motion. He was learning to control that thirst, had learned not to be the doom of his own self-fulfilling prophecy. But ******** was hard. As Morgan singled out a photograph poised on the mantle, Tay picked it up between thumb and forefinger. They were so very... 'average,' he reflected. Average family, average house, average life. Was he doing the boy a favor? 'Maybe he'll have the family I never did.' Dust rubbed off on his fingers as he set the frame back down and turned to the sound of Morgan's voice and nodded, ”Right.”

He had the rest of his life to wonder about this. For now, it was too late to go back. Too late to change plans, too late to second guess. Sobriety had certainly made him a more cautious and thoughtful man. More often than not his nights were plagued with terrors and his days with grief; but he was convinced he would never rest until the debt was paid. Until everything his uncle had ever held dear burned like toxic in his skin and sloughed all away. Breathing deeply, he struggled to quiet his thoughts. 'I could kill them all,' the thought breached the back of his mind and it was hard not to turn his attention to the vulnerable bodies lined in a row on the cushions of the sofa. And it repeated. Over and over in his mind. He could kill them all, even Morgan—and no one would ever know—but that's all it was. Just a thought. One that took longer to silence as his mind reached out into the abyss to touch and taste the presence of muggles walking their dogs down the street; the neighbors in the flat next to them with a rich history of alcohol and cigarettes in their brain. No one suspicious—none the wiser.

”What other purpose could a child have.” Tay asked after a long delay; as if it had only just snagged a cog in the works and wouldn't simply fade away. But he didn't want an answer. Not really. He wanted to be done with this. He wanted to wipe his hands clean and walk away from it all. But it won't end here. How could it? ”He'll know it was me.” He said after a moment's deliberation. ”He won't have proof but... he'll know.” And then what? What would he do? If he hadn't already alerted the ministry, there was nothing he could do. They would know. They would watch him. Somehow, it didn't make Tay smile like he hoped it would. ”How much longer?” He asked, only after Edric—no, Tommy, began to shift in his sleep. ”I want to be at the estate when Remington threatens to tear it all down.”

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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 175 ♜ Age: 30
McGregor Household
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[Essy ze Ninja]

A person's a person. No matter how small. ____

𝑻 𝐻 𝑂 𝑀 𝐴 𝑆 . 𝑴 𝐶 𝐺 𝑅 𝐸 𝐺 𝑂 𝑅
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[Summer of 2034]



Tommy tried his best not to giggle, his chubby cheeks stretched tight as he grinned up at his older brother and poked him in the side. It was only funny because Wallis didn't like it. The more he tried to separate himself, the more Tommy took it as a challenge to try harder. Even climbing up the bunk beds to sit beside his brother as obnoxiously as possible before poking him again. At some point, Wallis was going to laugh, and that's what Tommy was counting on. That's what he was doing anyway! Tickling him! (Okay maybe not exactly, but that's how it started, kinda...)

"I wasn' doin' nuffin'," he lied, grinning mad as a hatter all the while. Tommy tried to look innocent and waited until Wallis inevitably sighed and turned back to his book (if he had said anything, Tommy hadn't heard it.) And normally, he didn't mind if Wallis or Joi would rather be alone then spend time with him, but today, he was just too bored. ”Do ye hafta read now? Can't we go outside, i's not even rainin' or aahhht, innit.” He bounced up and down on the mattress, purposefully making it harder for him to read. And then it seemed like all of the bundled up energy inside of him threw himself forward as he used his shoulder to tackle his brother down on the mattress, pinning him down with all his strength. ”Wreeestle mee, bruuuv.” Every once in a while when given the opportunity in the scuffle, he made a point to try and poke Wallis in the side as much as he could until he had to focus on holding him down again.

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____❖❖❖ Bedroom of McGregor House
_____ ❖❖❖ with Wallis
_______❖❖❖ six years old, pureblood
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