Morc: How Would You Metaphorically Describe Your Life And The Journey(s) You've Been On?

𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭-𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑰. the aftermath is secondary (but it always comes)

All you do is scream inside, boy. Where's your goddamn courage?

"You are nothing more than a senile old man, dragging the family name through the mud." You sneer, handsome features become scarlet, because that vein in your neck pumps blood that is trying to escape and stain your hands, and you're desperate to be anything but your father.

"Our lineage? It's cursed, almost as bad as the Black family." You judge, like entitlement isn't also a curse or a language that you speak fluently, like your high horse couldn't topple you and all your little machineries.

"We are the byproduct of centuries of inbreeding, father. If you think we cannot get much worse than that, you have another thing coming." You rage, self-hatred running rampant in your veins like your hounds from hell race through the Nott Grounds at night, desperate to rip off arms of intruders.

Nobody but your mother and sister know about the screaming matches you have with your father. Acting like two savages, vocal chords echoing through corridors silenced by Perpetual Vows for thousands of years. It's not about what he's doing, it's the fact that you could do better.

You could do better, and that kills you inside. Because you just can't wait, can you? You cannot wait for your time to shine and get your grubby little hands on the family crown. Your thirst for power seeping from each pore, glinting in your green eyes and hiding in the shadows of your boyish face. You're too young to be the leader, and you're too old to be dismissed as unthreatening, so now you're left to your own resources.

And your argument is based on a fragile foundation, made of cracked stone that is being kept together by hardened gold. It's not a lie, no. But that's not entirely the truth either. You've never been too good at those anyway.

Well, you're made of mead, boy.

The drink of the gods: a result of fermented honey, and fermenting is just another word for rotting. You're rotten honey. Sweet, but acid. You get drunk on your own hubris.

If you need to tell yourself that your father is supporting an outsider, forgetting about your traditions... So, be it. Tell yourself that.

You can be a drunk, yes, not stupid. There's a thought snaking through the crevices of your brain, balancing doubt in the tiny point of a sharp knife.

Should you support? Or should you not?

It's a growing obsession that's been corrupting your fragile ego for years. Should you support the opposite side just to antagonize? Or should you join and prove yourself to be a much better follower than your own old man?

It's not about what's right, of course not. Why would it be? The thought doesn't even cross your mind, yet.

But you don't want to be made of a fool either, so you ask yourself who is even this Voldemort fellow. After all, if he were from a pureblood family, you would have heard about his folks sooner.

Every pureblood can trace their lineage, registered on family trees and parchments with Dark Magic older than most houses. You would have seen him in any of the dusty tapestries, would have seen portraits of his grandparents painted and showcased on oppulent walls of your friend's manors.

You ask yourself who are his parents, his ancestors. They are so worried about pureblood supremacy, but are they even making the right questions? Or any question at all?

Are you the fool? Are you the only one who can't see it? Are you making the right choice? You couldn't be. For that, you would have to make a choice, and your choice was not even choosing at all.

The aftermath of the festival prodded the knife into your skin, balancing a fragile position. You know you will have to make a decision soon. Avoiding can only be done to a certain point, and the aftermath can be secondary, but it always comes. It's a snake blackening your skin or a stain blackening your face in the tapestry.

Voldemort is just means to an end for the pureblood society. A leader and a scapegoat. He is merely saying what other people have thought for years, making waves and decisions for those who are too coward.

People like you. Who are greedy, and ambitious, and too comfortable in their thrones like a god licks drops of ambrosia running between their fingers.

All you do is scream inside, boy. What is your choice?

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…?

Gamon looked at the whole exchange with an amused smile in his eyes, as he followed Ted to the exam room.

"I don't know, Healer Ted. Maybe I'm gonna have a sudden case of uncontrollable giggling if you keep being that funny, and that's gonna be your fault." He grinned cheekily, settling comfortably in his usual place.

Most healers in St. Mungus knew his case. The big shot quidditch player who ended his career way too early after he fell from a broom, and it never healed properly. Some medical gibberish about magical injuries, all he knew was that they couldn't heal his broken bones like every other time he fell from a broom. It was the end of the line for him.

It had been a few months since that whole drama happened. He was on the way to recovery, steadily receiving treatments from capable healers, all so that he could dream of getting on a broom again. Not to play, that he knew would never happen again. But he missed having full control of his limbs, thank you very much.

"I'm here for the treatment. I think there was something about checking the progress, if the bones healed in the right places without magic interference." Gamon explained, trying his best to not show how hurt he still was, inside.

setting: st mungo's, third floor: ward for potion and plant poisoning featuring: ted tonks & open !

"You're late.”

That was the monotonous greeting Ted received as he crossed onto the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies & Injuries, swapping out his signature brown leather jacket for the bright green robes healers wore as their uniform. Pulling out the lollipop he'd had in his mouth, Ted stuck out his tongue, which was tinted an electric blue from the sucker. "C'mon, Healer Boyle — you know, I'm actually fifty minutes early as far as time in Cabo Verde is concerned," he replied cheekily, earning an eye roll as a chart was shoved at his chest.

"Relative to where you are now, Healer Tonks, you're late, and on the day we’re dealing with an overflow of patients from other wards. Room five," the Chief Healer motioned with a flourish of his hand, setting Ted onto his first patient of the day. “And lose the lolli, will you.”

With a sigh, Ted twisted in the direction of the exam room in question, leaving Healer Boyle with a, "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're no fun, Boyle," in a tone that was as friendly as it was sarcastic. Tapping a jaunty tune with his knuckles against the door before pushing it open, lollipop still in his mouth, Ted Tonks gave his patient a large smile. Plopping down onto a stool beside them, he caught glimpse of the Daily Prophet on the bedside table and had to bite down on the lollipop stick hard to keep from grimacing at the sight. That was hardly appropriate for sick people, or so he thought. Especially given what it was reporting on. "Wotcher!” Came a quirky greeting from the healer. “Someone’s having an eventful morning, hm?” Brows rose, clearly not referencing the newspaper and the distress it was causing everyone but instead the fact they were here, in an exam room in St. Mungo’s. “Now then, how about you tell Healer Ted what's going on and I'll see about getting you right and on your way," he spoke with an even and low voice, warm and open so as to break any tension his patient may feel. “Doesn’t look like a case of uncontrollable giggling, so we have that going for us.”

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.

"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: 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...

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.

“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.

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drafting reply [ felicity, barty, severus, melis, alecto, valerian, bryony, amycus, cassian, arden, sirius, andromeda, dolores, regulus, elowen ]

waiting for my turn [ winnie, arden, bryony & valerian, alecto, narcissa ]

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