#nick-mulciber

[mkmarlene]

where: the white wyvern who: @nick-mulciber

The pub was dim, crowded, and just loud enough to muffle the thoughts rattling around Marlene’s skull. She pushed through toward the bar like she had a mission—though really, the only mission was getting a drink strong enough to make her stop thinking. She slid into a stool beside the nearest vaguely familiar face and didn’t look twice before muttering, “Rough day. Don’t ask.” Only after the barkeep handed her the glass did she properly glance sideways and realize it was Nick Mulciber beside her.

Her brows lifted slightly. “Well. Small world.” She raised her glass in something between a toast and a surrender. “I’m not in the mood to duel, hex, or have a philosophical debate about politics. So if you’re here to be difficult, I’ll take my drink to the corner and sulk in peace.” Her tone was light, biting in a dry sort of way, but not aggressive. Honestly, she didn’t care if he stayed or left—she just needed a moment to breathe. And maybe, if he wasn’t unbearable, some company that didn’t ask anything of her.

[ptpeter]

where: dervish & banges who: @nick-mulciber

The bell above the door gave a sharp jingle as it shut behind him, and Peter looked up from where he was fiddling with a pair of cursed gloves near the till. He didn’t expect customers this late, much less ones like Nick Mulciber— composed and looking like he belonged anywhere but this dusty corner of Hogsmeade. Peter straightened, not reaching for his wand, but definitely thinking about it.

“You looking for something specific?” he asked, tone careful but not cold. Neutral. Just enough interest to keep the conversation going, even if his stomach twisted. “Or just here to see how the other half lives?”

[slwagatha]

where: the three broomsticks who: @nick-mulciber

Agatha noticed him the moment she stepped in— that familiar shape at the corner table, head tilted just so. Her smile came easily as she crossed the room, her steps unhurried. “Nick, darling," she greeted warmly, slipping into the seat across from him without hesitation.

She set her gloves on the table, her fingers still dusted from travel. “I’ve missed this— being able to sit with someone without needing to explain myself. The past weeks were beautiful, but it’s good to be back. To be somewhere familiar, with someone familiar.”

Her gaze lingered on him, soft and sincere. “You’ll tell me what I’ve missed, won’t you? All the important things— and maybe a few of the reckless ones too.”

[bbcharity]

where: the white wyvern who: @nick-mulciber

The White Wyvern was louder than usual. It always smelled faintly of ash and burnt cloves, the kind of place where no one asked questions and everyone had something to hide. Charity slipped into their usual booth near the back, shaking the rain from her cloak and scanning the crowd. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

"You look like shit, which means either you've been busy or Severus is finally ruining your life." Her grin was crooked, affectionate. She waved over the bartender without looking—two drinks, automatically—and slid in across from him.

"Don’t even think about pretending nothing happened," she said, resting her chin on her hand. "I've been waiting weeks to hear the disaster report. So come on. Spill it, my darling Nick."

[bbcharity]

where: Blenheim Palace, Selwyn Wedding who: @nick-mulciber

Way too many drinks in, the blonde had decided to make a visit to the pastries table, grabbing a cupcake just as her friend joined her. She tilted her chin up to look at him, curious brows furrowing together questioningly before dipping her index finger on the icing and giving it a try. "Would you say we're your beard, Estelle and I?" Charity wondered out loud, words slurred showing the effect of the alcohol coursing through her veins. "Or does that only work for girls you would sleep with?"

[slwagatha]

where: selwyn manor who: @nick-mulciber

Enjoying a party that for once she didn't organize, Agatha felt free to roam around and actually enjoy herself, no need to be tending to details and demands as per usual. It was a lovely night, so many people had showed up and it promised to be even better as they all welcomed together a new year. A glass of champagne in hand, the witch quickly apologized as she almost knocked it over someone as they ran into each other. "Oh Nick, how silly of me, all too distracted." She offered a bright smile. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

[rsrevan]

where: evan's betting shop who: @nick-mulciber

Evan leaned back in the worn leather chair behind the counter of his betting shop, the golden glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The shutters were closed, the city outside silenced, leaving only the low hum of magic in the air. He swirled the dark amber liquid in his glass, letting it catch the light, then raised an eyebrow at Nick.

“Well, that was a delightful spectacle, wasn’t it?” he drawled, voice dripping with mock admiration. "“Fireworks, laughter… and oh, just a minor assassination. A former Minister of Magic, gone in the blink of an eye. Charming, really. Makes one almost feel sorry for the poor fool.”

[slwagatha]

where: the white wyvern who: @nick-mulciber

After a long day spent at Madam Malkin’s figuring out the bridesmaids dresses, Agatha was waiting to meet up with her fiancé at the bar. She wasn’t a regular and felt a bit out of place as she sat there, having ordered a glass of scotch that she was mostly nursing. The witch looked up as someone approached her, a genuine grin tugging at the corners of her lips as she saw Nick. “Ah, are you here to save me from the embarrassment of looking so out of place?”