HOW DARE.

Theodore Nott II, future lawyer, perfect son. No relation to Cassius or Gabriella Nott.

[advictoriamxnott]

vcnityemma:

Theodore, 

If you insist on being a prat about it, sure. 

I would have married someone regardless, you’re right, but it might have been my choice. Unlikely. Must you not allow me to whine even a short while? What have you gotten for Cressida? She’s precious to me, and I insist you get her something wonderful to fit. 

I expect nothing from Cassius, you know that. On the other hand, my gift for you is perfect. I’m certain you’re going to be thrilled. 

You are dear to me, of course you are. I’ve told you, I’m whining. I still have to talk to Lucius and I just, do not want that conversation whatsoever. I’ll bring some of my favorites with me, I prefer the homemade brew from my collection. You know, Rodolphus sent a servant to my house? Simply because chips and a sandwich isn’t an acceptable meal, I suppose. I nearly attacked the poor sod, but he’s gone now. Servants are a very odd thing, but Rodolphus made his point clear. I’m glad it was just the once, I just don’t know what to do with people doing things for me that I can do on my own. Is that odd? Will Cassius insist we have a house elf? Can I insist we don’t? 

You’re close to your father, then? I wish my father had time to take off work, but our conversation was nice enough. I didn’t expect to see him, so I’ll take it. Is it childish to say I miss him? 

Emma,

What do you have against logic?

I didn’t even get to arrange my own marriage, what was the likelihood you would be allowed to? I just did my responsibility to my family as best as I could, you can’t fault me for that. I got Cressida a set of old spellbooks with beautiful covers, I hope she’ll find them useful.

You will be receiving something that says on the label it’s from Cassius. Whether or not it’s actually from him depends on how easy he is to bribe. I’m very much looking forward to receiving a gift from someone as thoughtful as yourself-- I’ve got something for you as well.

A servant? Not an elf? That’s... actually not surprising from that household. Chips and a sandwich absolutely are not an acceptable meal though, Rodolphus was right to send help. If I hear any more of such a thing I’m going to send over an elf for the remainder of break. What would you do without an elf? Do the cleaning yourself? That’s ridiculous, a woman of your status does not belong in the kitchen.

I’m very close to my father, I write him nearly every day while we’re at school. It’s not childish at all to miss him-- it must be lonely in that house alone. 

[advictoriamxnott]

[advictoriamxnott]

Ü for emma

Emma, 

I’m truly sorry for everything about Cassius. And sorry to ask a favor of you, but I ask you please drag him out of the country with you at your earliest convenience.

-Theodore

[advictoriamxnott]

Ü for mary

Mary,

I expect you to have read the marked chapters in these books before I see you again.

--Theodore Nott

[advictoriamxnott]

U for Rod ehehe

Rod,

I’m in the library. I’ve lost too much time studying already because of mother’s insistence on holidays, so I wanted to get a few hours of research in before you woke up. Feel free to take one of my shirts (I do not regret the destruction of yours but I acknowledge some inconvenience may have been caused), 

--Theo

[gilded-gilderoy]

Ü (Theo)

how do you all know where I live please stop just showing up I’m changing my locks

- Gilderoy

[amycus-harrowed]

Ü (Theo)

Theo,

Hope you like my family’s law library. Feel free to steal anything/everything.

- Am

[advictoriamxnott]

Ü for greer

Keep your pets under control or we’ll do it for you.

Love,

Your brothers

@greernotdear

[glumshoe]

You wake in the night with your arm hanging over the side of your bed. It is still dark, and your bedroom is shrouded in deep shadow. Something unseen seizes your hand.

You grasp it tightly, knowing that first impressions are important and a firm, confident handshake will establish dominance.

[rodolphuslestranges-deactivated]

   [ @advictoriamxnott ] 

   One night, after a long evening of trying to exist in a state of apparition more than any other, of mixed drinks and of trying to erase Alice’s letter from his memory, Rodolphus takes Theodore up on the offer much sooner than initially planned.

   Trying to break into a house of elite thieves would in itself be a questionable endeavour: thankfully, he doesn’t have to. But breezing past the familiar protection wards doesn’t absolve the boy from having to avoid Theodore’s father (more out of being aware that he’s in absolutely no state to act decent) - and several siblings, who, honestly, seemed to have crawled right out of hell to torment the world.

   Still adamant about avoiding using his wand, Rodolphus sends a goddamn pebble flying at Theodore’s window - surprisingly, even manages to hit it. As soon as he sees his friend’s face, the boy throws his hands wide open in a sardonic bow, spilling his drink from what appears to be a glass stolen by accident.

   “Theo,” his grin grows wider, dazed and conspiratorial, as he whispers quite loudly. “Ya busy?”

[advictoriamxnott]

Theo is carefully revising his notes, double checking information with the small mountain of books stacked on his desk. Precisely stacked. The whole room is so neat it doesn’t seem as if anyone has stepped foot in it in weeks-- even his handwriting is precise, looking like it was done by a spell rather by than a human hand.

It’s perfect. He can relax here more than anywhere else, the record playing in the background almost loud enough to drown out the sounds of whatever Cassius is doing on the floor above. He doesn’t want to know.

But then there’s the sound of rocks being thrown at his window, which is highly alarming. Cassius cannot be in two places at once. He goes to check, concern not abating at all when he sees Rod with a drink in his hand. 

“Something tells me you’ve decided the answer for me,” he says, opening the window. “Tell me, why does everyone seem to have an allergy to using doors?”

[rodolphuslestranges-deactivated]

the Black gala;

date : 24th of december; location : the black manor.

As much as the words gala and party imply entertainment, Rodolphus is rather disillusioned come to aspects of his personal freedoms: this, make no mistake, is a networking opportunity he’s obliged to take. Before he allows himself to drink someone under the table or gets inebriated enough to partake in whatever activities on top of it, Rodolphus needs to work the damn room.

   He meanders through the crowd in a manner blatantly indolent, though still comfortable. The vacant expression takes on contagiously joyful, courteously polite, subtly flirty, and plain out serious undertones depending on what the old fucks in front of him need to see.

   Having tabled his personal troubles and worries for a more appropriate setting, Rodolphus makes sure to stay sober and clean long enough to fulfil the debt he owes Edmund for, well, allowing him to exist after he temporarily, but rather unexpectedly, fled the Lestrange Manor. Yet his tolerance for disturbing implications and breaching disgusting topics with inappropriate levity seems to be running out, so after one sickening conversation too many, the boy excuses himself.

   He just needs some goddamn air.

   “Might come as a shock, but doorways are for passing through, not setting up a permanent residence in.” By now too familiar with the act, Rodolphus hides his mood behind an expression of bohemian dissatisfaction. Recognizing a fellow student in what he initially thought was someone’s useless offspring, he sighs, softening just so. “Come with, if you’d like. Just stop blocking the damn exit."  

[advictoriamxnott]

Theo actually rather enjoys these networking opportunities. He’s gotten a number of helpful tips for his upcoming exams (and yes, even now he’s thinking about them), handled a couple of minor inquiries into the family business for Father, and a dozen other carefully calculated interactions. He’s good at this and he knows it-- it’s put him in a rather good mood.

But then someone’s father goes off on him for distracting students from their classes by teaching his own class-- and in what universe does that make sense? How dare someone accuse him of that when the likes of Potter’s pack of brats are in the castle! 

Good mood ruined.

“I’ll stand wherever I damn well please,” and perhaps he didn’t mean to be so harsh in his tone, but his mind is still stuck on how dare and nothing in the foreseeable future’s going to drag him out of it. “Where are you going that makes it worth my time?” 

[advictoriamxnott]

rody-lestrange:

   Theodore,

   Could swear there’s some symbiotic bullshit going on here and we’re too far gone to do a damn thing about it. I know, haven’t said there’s anything wrong with them. Whatever works as long as it’s the most effective, yeah yeah, you’re invincible. Still going to run you into the ground, but I suppose we’re lucky to have me to stop that from happening.

   I’m afraid I’m stupidly attached to every resident of that dormitory, even if lately it’s proving to be somewhat of an Achilles heel. Bet Damocles would miss you. Be nice :))))

   Honestly wish you could’ve pimped Cassius out to the Blacks, sell him to Bellatrix. Two birds one gemstone.  

   Good, then I’ll be invading the privacy of your mansion in the nearest future.

Rodolphus,

What’s wrong with symbiosis? I know things are going to have to change when we graduate-- but why make that happen any sooner than it has to? We’re more productive this way. I am invincible as long as I have someone to remind me food exists. Still not absolutely convinced that it has to interrupt my studying three times a day, but I digress.

I have to ask again: are you okay? Is everyone in the dorm okay?

You must visit sooner rather than later so I can stop worrying.

But if I were to send Cassius into the madhouse like that, who would be suitable enough for you to marry? And as soon as I write that, yeah, I get it. Emma. That would really be better for everyone involved, wouldn’t it? How solid are these agreements?

It better be the nearest future.

[rodolphuslestranges-deactivated]

advictoriamxnott:

Rodolphus,

You know I worry. I want to see you before too long, just to double check. You better not disappear from my life— I’d murder suicide our whole dorm.

That’s a clever idea. My first thought was to simply to lock him in the basement until Gabriella notices and frees the wretched creature. Yours is less likely to result in criminal charges, though.

There’s no one I’d rather be rescued by. Maybe stop by the Manor sometime and we can work it out from there? Spend a few days, if you like.

   Theodore,

   I suppose asking you to stop won’t do more than it ever does, which is..absolutely nothing, give or take. The only solace is that you don’t get to monopolize the worrying: I, too, would like you to see you before your brother sets up your room on fire or your study habits run you into the ground. 

   Murder-suicide does sound awful amusing, won’t lie that I didn’t laugh, but can’t let that happen; still need you in my life. 

   I vote for whatever’s more cathartic. Would anyone be able to prove it was you that locked him up, this letter aside?

   And I’d love that very much, actually, so might just take you up on the offer. Protection wards still the same?

[advictoriamxnott]

Rod,

I swear, worrying about you is part of my routine at this point. I’m not going to stop. I’d tell you not to worry, but I’m just as afraid Cas will get bored and cause trouble. There’s nothing wrong with my study habits though, we’ve been over that. My entire future rests on those exams.

Studying isn’t as fun without you, though.

I could be pursuaded to make it just murder. And I’ll spare Amycus for you. Would anyone really even miss Damocles?

The Gringotts plan might actually make him quieter. Less satisfying, but quieter. Merlin, I hope Emma drags him somewhere far off when they marry.

Protection wards still the same. For a house of thieves, we don’t change it nearly often enough.

[mieczyslawstilniski]

forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

[advictoriamxnott]

Dear Santa Claus,

I swear stealing Gabriella’s book was an accident. And I didn’t mean to steal mother’s necklace either. I tried to be good. I can’t stop it.

For Christmas, I want you to take Cas back with you to the North Pole and keep him there.

Thank you.

[advictoriamxnott]

vcnityemma:

Theodore,

That would be a fair assumption, though it is incorrect.

I’m shopping for your father in adherence to said tradition because someone decided I ought to be betrothed. Of course, my own father reminded me of certain traditions and expectations that go alongside such things, and thus here we are. 

Am I dear to you? We have missed one tea, we’ll have to make it up with two cups each. 

Mandatory family time? That sounds awful. I actually saw my father this holiday, I’m considering that good enough.

Emma darling,

It was not incorrect, it was merely not the answer you were searching for.

Yes, tradition and your father decided you ought to be betrothed. You would have married someone regardless of my involvement. I resent the implication otherwise. Yes, there are indeed traditions to go alongside such things. I’ve bought gifts for Cressida’s family and I’ll be sure to remind Cassius of his obligations. 

I apologize for whatever manner Cassius decides to fulfill his obligations.

Of course you are dear to me, darling Emma. Why, am I not dear to you? We shall have a grand tea, of course. I’ll be sure to instruct the elves to prepare your favorites.

Mandatory family time is indeed awful. I don’t mind spending time with father at all, but the banshees he insists on calling my siblings do wear on me. Only seeing them once would most definitely be sufficient, I’m with you on that one. 

[vcnityemma-blog]

advictoriamxnott:

Emma darling,

How terrible. I can’t pretend I’m not glad you’re getting her out of the house, though. Please, by the grace of the lord, do not let her buy anything alive.

I promise I will. How about an additional Christmas gift, to be given at the tea I insist we have?

My apologies,

Theodore, 

I’ll do my best. I’m shopping for a present for your father. Wonder why. 

You should know by now that gifts do not fix things for me, but I’ll agree to tea. I miss you already. When can we meet? 

You’re not sorry yet,

[advictoriamxnott]

Emma darling,

I would have to guess that it’s because this is England and our tradition is to give gifts at Christmastime?

No, but I’ll do it anyways because you’re dear to me. Of course you miss me, I miss you too. And our teas. We’ve already missed one and that’s unacceptable.

There’s mandatory family time at the moment, but I’d love to see you as soon as Father frees us from this torture.