I think that might be STEFAN NOTT. Last time I saw him was in the SLYTHERIN common room. I heard he WORKS AT ST. MUNGOS. Now, the 25 year old PUREBLOOD apparently looks a lot like MICHAEL TREVINO, though I have no idea who that is. Some say he can be PROTECTIVE and LEVEL-HEADED, although, I have heard he can also be MANIPULATIVE and VICIOUS. I have no idea what side he’s on, but if I had to guess, I would say NEUTRAL/DEATH EATERS.
I think that might be STEFAN NOTT. Last time I saw him was in the SLYTHERIN common room. I heard he WORKS AT ST. MUNGOS. Now, the 25 year old PUREBLOOD apparently looks a lot like MICHAEL TREVINO, though I have no idea who that is. Some say he can be PROTECTIVE and LEVEL-HEADED, although, I have heard he can also be MANIPULATIVE and VICIOUS. I have no idea what side he’s on, but if I had to guess, I would say NEUTRAL/DEATH EATERS.
NAME: STEFAN NOTT
HOUSE: SLYTHERIN
AGE: 25
BLOOD STATUS: PUREBLOOD
JOB: HEALER AT ST MUNGO’S
ALLIANCE: NEUTRAL, NO DARK MARK, BUT STRONG TIES TO DEATH EATERS
(+) PROTECTIVE, LEVEL-HEADED AND CHARISMATIC
(-) MANIPULATIVE, VICIOUS AND CONTROLLING
FC: MICHAEL TREVINO
Stefan’s father has the reputation of being a pureblood supremacist and he openly supports Lord Voldemort and his intention of purifying the wizarding race.
Years ago when it was clear that his first wife ( Stefan’s mother ) would never come to share the same beliefs, the relationship ended. He divorced her and she was was never allowed to see her son again.
After he married again, he had more children, and Stefan got two half-siblings, Emerson and Winter, whom he loved very much.
He started school at the age of eleven, the supremacist ideals carved into his mind by his father who believed in teaching the family principles to his oldest son at a very tender age and warning him never to become what his mother became.
During his school years when he was not under his father’s grasp, his mother tried to reach out to him. But the closer she tried to get, the more his hatred for the woman grew. She had left him after all, and despite her good intentions, she only ended up pushing him more and more into the Dark side.
He was an excellent student, head boy in his year, he worked hard for his future, and began to work at St Mungo’s soon after he graduated with top grades.
Despite being a purist, his priority always was himself and those closest to him which led him to be civil, if not friendly, with most people.
A war was not what he wanted to spend his effort and time on and so he stayed neutral although if a Death Eater friend asked him for his help or company, he wouldn’t mind doing what he can for them.
WANTED:
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Half-siblings, or cousins on his mother’s side
Best friends, childhood friends, friends through family, school friends, drinking buddies etc.
DEs he’s friends with, DEs who are keen on recruiting him.
Ex-friends who used to be close and then lost touch or even became enemies as it became clearer they aren’t in the same side
His patients or people related to his patients, colleagues
Exes, flings, ex-flings, fwb, ewb etc
People he can manipulate, takes advantage of, people scared of him, people he pretends to be friends for some reason.
I Think That Might Be [[STEFAN NOTT]] Last Time I Saw [[HIM]] Was In The [[SLYTHERIN]] Common Room. I Heard [[HE]] Works [[AT ST. MUNGOS]] Now. The [[25]] Year Old [[PUREBLOOD]] Apparently Looks A lot Like [[MICHAEL TREVINO]] Though I Have No Idea Who That Is. Some Say [[HE]] Can Be [[PROTECTIVE]] And [[LEVEL-HEADED]] Although, I Have Heard [[HE]] Can Also Be [[MANIPULATIVE]] And [[VICIOUS]] I Have No Idea What Side [[HE’S]] ON, But If I Had To Guess, I Would Say [[NEUTRAL/DEATH EATERS]] (Tessa/25+/she/her/gmt+5:30]]
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Kiss (Jasmin), Stress (Stefan) & Cupboard (Sirius)
KISS
Evan found it hard to fall asleep that night. He couldn’t quite figure out why people were asking him about Jasmin; wasn’t she his cousin’s friend? It didn’t make sense, particularly seeing as people seemed to think there was something there. He knew there wasn’t anything, he’d remember if there was. Plus, he barely knew her. Yet his mind kept drifting to her as he slowly slipped away to sleep.
And oh boy were those dreams... entertaining, to say the least.
He’d blame it on the fact she was pretty - because she really was - and how he’d been asked about her a lot lately. But even as he woke, he could still clearly remember those dreams, he could almost still feel her lips on his. Or at least, how he imagined it’d feel. But it was odd, he had a boyfriend, he shouldn’t find himself thinking about this so much. So he tried to shake that thought off his mind.
At least, until he saw her in the Great Hall not too long after, and the memory came back to him. No, this had to be only because she was pretty. There wasn’t anything more to it, was it?
STRESS
Fingers tapped repeatedly against the table in the Great Hall, frown on his face. While he’d originally been excited to find out he had a brother, it wasn’t long until that left. He was still quite excited, but he was scared, and stressed about it. He’d barely told anyone, mostly because he wasn’t sure how they’d react. And he wasn’t sure what that would mean for Wyatt once they knew. Certainly, his uncle would not enjoy this fact, and he couldn’t imagine his aunt being happy about it either. But he knew they were meant to find it out sooner or later, and it scared him. All he wanted to do was to take his brother and keep him safe from the world, but he couldn’t do that.
Instead, he was stuck trying to figure out how to break it to his family without causing them too much harm or trouble. And nothing he thought of seemed to be of much help. And that’s how he ended up sitting there, fingers tapping the wood, his cup of tea still untouched. It took a moment until he finally stood up, leaving the cup behind. He needed to talk to someone, but he couldn’t throw it all on Gideon. Not to mention, he wasn’t sure he could really relate to how complicated the situation was. And then his mind drifted to the one person that could help: Stefan. He knew he could trust him, they had each other’s backs, and even if he couldn’t quite help him with the situation, maybe he’d be able to make him feel a little less stressed.
CUPBOARD
Evan squinted his eyes as he stared at the overly filled cupboard. His head tilted slightly to the side, obvious confusion on his face. He wasn’t sure what Sirius wanted him to do with it: was he expected to reorganize it or just... clean it up. Because if it was the latter, he’d have no problem burning the content of that cupboard. Everything seemed old, and quite frankly, it looked like trash. Well, those weren’t his anyway, so he’d probably better just clean it up a little.
He moved in to grab a first box from the top, only for a photograph to slip off it and towards the ground. A frown pulled on his face as he picked it up, and it wasn’t long until he recognized the faces on it. It was them, it was their family. And surely, he was there, tucked on his mother’s laps. They all were, and for a moment, he let his fingers linger on the picture. Everything was so much easier when they were still kids, but they couldn’t go back now.
So he put the picture aside as he moved out everything that was in the cupboard. While his original thought had been to burn it all, he didn’t want to do that anymore. Instead, he placed everything back in more strategic places. It looked better, slightly. Definitely less dusty, and it felt like there was more space now. But it wasn’t ready yet. Picking back up the picture, he stared at it for another long moment before sticking it on the door. If it was only for him, he’d frame it and place it on the wall. But this wasn’t his house, he wasn’t going to take that decision for him.
Andromeda had to hold back a sob when Stefan spoke. “I still love you too, and I always will. Nothing will ever change that, Stefan.” She murmured back, chewing down on her lower lip. “It is though, Stefan, all I’ve ever done is hurt you and you deserve so much more than that.”
He had always been careful never to tell her that he still loved her. Be it the fear that she would want him gone again, or simply the fact that whatever path they took, there wasn’t a way for them to have a future together. He knew she knew how he felt though, they had been together a long time before, there wasn’t much they could hide from each other -- and with everything falling apart all over again, there really was nothing left to lose. “That is not what you have done. You have done so much for me.” He stepped closer to tuck her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I love you, Andromeda, and nothing has ever made me happier than having you in my life.” It pained him to see her worry about him when she should be worrying about herself. He doubted he helped with losing his calm with her, perhaps now wasn’t the moment to focus on his own self despite how much he was hurting. “None of this is your fault. I don’t want you blaming yourself for things you had no control over.”
“You haven’t even seen my silly yet.” Elise challenged him. With the alcohol flowing through her system just enough, she was more than willing to make a fool out of herself. It was the brilliance of being far away from everyone else; and when Stefan had seen so many sides of her, she simply wasn’t worried. “Who knew alcohol would be the way to go!” She grinned, resting her hands on his shoulders as they danced. And to think, all those years spent restrained, months spent succumbed to her own mind and guilt, when it took something so simple to forget everything. “You make it sound like it’d be such a daunting task, but both of us know that’s not it. You can’t even make it sound bad if you tried.” She teased him, keeping her focus completely on Stefan. Those were the smiles that she had missed. The simplicity, the charm- and she had missed all of it. “Have I ever said that, though? Cause I think I haven’t. It’s terrbile!”
“Should I be worried?” he asked, a laugh leaving his lips. “I knew, Elise. I think a lot of people knew.” It was in a way, funny to see Elise like this, The way she spoke as though she had discovered something utterly new -- he would have told her to drink her worries away if he had known she could have been persuaded to. Granted, it wouldn’t help in the long run but if anyone needed a break, it was Elise. “Well, true, how can spending time with me be a bad thing?” he teased. “You haven’t -- but that’s good because then I might have let my imagination run wild and think you were flirting with me.”
“I can’t help it,” Andromeda murmured, teeth tugging on her lower lip. “Stefan–” She wanted to push, to know what he was talking about, but it didn’t feel like this was the right time. “You don’t have to keep protecting me if all it does is hurt you,” She swallowed, shaking her head. Andromeda couldn’t help but lean into his touch, a sigh escaping her lips as her forehead rested against his own. “Don’t. This isn’t your fault. All you did was love me, and I ruined you.” Another tear slipped down her cheek. “I am so, so sorry. You deserve so much better than me.”
His lips curved up in a sad smile. He wasn’t sure how to simply stop wanting to protect her, keep her as happy as he could manage to. “I did love you, and I still do, and I think I always will.” he murmured, “You didn’t ruin anything, Meda, and that is not true. Don’t even think that.”
Safia sometimes wasn’t sure what the motivations were behind her actions sometimes — perhaps it was because she was bored or it looked like people needed to have more fun. Someone might say the action wasn’t a good one, but that didn’t concern her as she discretely spiked one of the drink bowls. She would have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for the meddling Stefan. “You saw nothing,” she began, holding her hands behind her as she approached him. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t, Mr. Head Boy,” a not-so-innocent smile appearing on her face. ( @stefanxxnott )
He had been watching the other in amusement as she thought she was discreetly spiking one of the punch bowls. She notice him watching soon though. “That depends.” Stefan said with a smile on his lips. “What is it that you have with you? Share it with me, and instead I’ll promise to keep my lips sealed.”
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