Hit Wizard Extraordinaire

The name’s McKinnon, Doug McKinnon. Hogwarts graduate and former Gryffindor. 26 and Pureblooded, not that it matters. Hit Wizards are way cooler than Aurors, for the record. Beard Scale (x)-----|---------------(x)

[gawainsworld]

I am paying her to stick a piece of silicone in my son’s mouth for another month. Where she sticks her own nipples off the clock is not my problem.

[sirmckinnon]

That answers the question of if hers are real or not. 

[gawainsworld]

She is exactly what Anna would have wanted. 

I was going to let her go until I realized I would be fucking her whether she were here or not. 

[sirmckinnon]

You could be doing worse than fucking your nanny. Probably a little questionable because you’re paying her though. But you could do worse than her tits. 

[gawainsworld]

She is not much of an indicator, for future reference. 

[sirmckinnon]

Nothing I haven’t seen before. 

[sirmckinnon]

Your nanny let me in, so you must be decent. Heads up. 

[ohmymckinnon]

Magic Carpet Ride || McKINnons

[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

Both.

I’ve got an idea. Follow me. 

[ohmymckinnon]

Magic Carpet Ride || McKINnons

[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

No.

I want to do something.

The drunken kind of something or the prove to everyone that we’re only in the Ministry because of nepotism kind of something?

[ohmymckinnon]

Magic Carpet Ride || McKINnons

[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

Moping.

Done my fair share of that. Is it working?  

[ohmymckinnon]

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[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

You think?

What are you doing?

Loitering. What are you doing?

[sirmckinnon]

kathleenthekillick:

So that’s how you lost it. I don’t think I ever asked.

Well, if I say I lost it on the job, it sounds much more mysterious. Properly dramatic. 

[sirmckinnon]

kathleenthekillick:

What do you think? February going to be any warmer?

I hope so. I’m already down enough limbs, I don’t think I can afford to freeze another off.

[ohmymckinnon]

Magic Carpet Ride || McKINnons

[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

It had been a terse weekend, even after Friday, in light of Rita Skeeter’s article. Marlene had read Rita’s things before, even laughed and scoffed at them over breakfast before moving on to the funnies. Not that she couldn’t tell you what any of the articles had been about. None of them packed a punch like this, her scandalous report on the D.M.L.E. How was it that two days had passed and the words were still etched into her brain?

With a hazy cloud filling up her head as she considered the words for the umpteenth time that morning, Marlene bustled through the Ministry atrium, making her way to the exits as quickly as possible. It had been a long, embarrassing weekend, and Monday seemed insistent on playing a part in it. I’ve gotta get out of here, she thought to herself, diving and swerving between and around the other Ministry employees. I’ve gotta—

“Oomph.”

Marlene spun three times before she regained her balance. Her eyes narrowed as she realized the change had been knocked out of her bag.

“Watch— oh. It’s you.”

It had been a long day of snickered comments about his arms and sidelong looks that Doug couldn’t place the source of. He would have expected them eight, even seven months, prior, but the sudden rise in them surprised him even as he ignored them. The Hit department could be full of gossips on a slow day, but the resurrection of a topic that he thought had been picked apart surprised him. It wasn’t until a newspaper was thrown on his desk by Crouch near the end of the day with a snide “I’m not the only one keeping an eye on you, McKinnon” that Doug realized what sparked their interest. 

As the day ended, he found himself standing at in the Atrium, wondering how he found himself with a life lived out of the DMLE. He worked there every day, all his friends still alive worked, and most of his family even--

The collision should have come as more of a surprise, but instead he settled, regaining his balance before Marlene had stopped spinning. 

“Nice to see you too, Mickey.” Her tone left something to be desired, but Doug had the feeling that he wasn’t the only person who had gotten shit about the Skeeter article during the day. “Long day?”

[sirmckinnon]

hestiajonesing:

gawainsworld:

Otherwise, you know where to find us.

If you could avoid mentioning this to anyone…

‘Course. 

[ohmymckinnon]

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[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

I’ll tell you at our play date. Sunday?

-Mickey

Fair enough. Yeah, that works for me. 

-Doug

[sirmckinnon]

hestiajonesing:

gawainsworld:

Any other questions we can answer for you?

[ohmymckinnon]

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[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

Him. He chose it himself. I think it works.

We should have a puppy play date, plus Lizzie. Soon.

-Marlene

How did he choose it himself? Seth’d love that. Just pick a day, and we’ll do it. 

-Doug

[sirmckinnon]

hestiajonesing:

gawainsworld:

Suspicious or not, that was his decision. It was his money. As frustrating as the man situation may have been, you must understand that Cillian would have given a person he did not know at all his entire fortune if he thought said person needed it. That makes you no different. You became involved with Saint Nicholas; congratulations. 

Again, what you do with what you are given is up to you. Neither of us would blame you if you did not want it, Jones. It is not ungrateful nor is it disrespectful. You do not have to find reasons against it. 

Is there anything else I should know?

Not right now. You just need to sign a couple of things, and we’ll be on our way. 

[ohmymckinnon]

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[sirmckinnon]

ohmymckinnon:

Cricket. Like the bug. Not the game.

-Mickey

Not a bad name. I think it suits him (her?). 

-Doug