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[toomcnairtocare]

Better lawyer up, asshole

Walden had been pulled into questioning before. Hell, he’d been arrested before. But that had been in America and they couldn’t prove anything there, and he hadn’t yet had to Daisy out there somewhere worrying herself sick. Granted they couldn’t actually prove anything this time either but the general idea of the thing still stood. Blair had scratched him and now Walden was in some serious trouble. Assuming the Aurors could actually string some thoughts together. Which he generally didn’t assume. Only now he had Daisy to think about and so he had to consider the worst options. He could go to Azkaban for this.

Then Dmitry walked into the room they had him holed up in. “Oh thank fuck, they’ve given me someone competent. A nice change for the Ministry. Are you the only lawyer in the whole world? You’ve been getting around.” He had a bad habit of chatting when he got truly nervous.

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[msdaisymacnair]

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Daisy crossed her arms, doing her best to look the bitchy well-manicured pureblood. She was a pureblood, although she didn’t think she was bitchy and wasn’t always well-manicured; Daisy needed the confidence that all the British pureblood women seemed to carry themselves with. Dmitry Nott had seen her before and probably knew she didn’t have any, but Daisy wasn’t here to back down.

“Why isn’t he out yet?” she demanded. “I find it hard to believe Walden is the only person in this entire hotel with a scratch. That’s such a flimsy reason to hold him! Why isn’t he out?” 

Daisy could feel her rising level of panic returning, but she forced it down. There would be time to break down and be afraid later, once Walden was sleeping beside her. Now she needed to look strong, fearless. Fretful people didn’t accomplish things, and she refused to put herself in that position.

[delilahxcarrow]

It wasn’t often that they had unannounced visitors to Carrow Manor. Delilah usually scheduled her visits with her friends, making sure that Amycus was busy when her friends came over that way they wouldn’t get in his way. So when the doorbell rang, Delilah frowned, but immediately went towards the door. “I have it,” she dismissed one of her elves as she walked past them and opened the front door. Seeing Dmitry Nott at her front door was concerning. What was Amycus’s lawyer doing here? Her first instinct was to ask him what her husband had done, otherwise this man wouldn’t be here while her husband wasn’t home. It was concerning to say the least

“Mr. Nott, please come in,” Delilah said, quickly recovering from her surprise at seeing him. “Can I take your cloak? Get you something? I apologize, Amycus isn’t home,” she said as she led him into their sitting room. “Is Amycus in trouble?” She finally burst out, a look of concern in her eyes, unable to hold back any longer.

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[beryl-roll]

where; dmitry’s residence whom; dmitry @nott-amused​

The saddest part about speaking Russian was how little he needed to use it. Russian was fun! He’d learned Cryllics! It had four completely different e’s! A good language, a fun language. More people needed to speak Russian. 

Stumbling upon Dmitry had been a godsend. Discovering Dmitry could use help with his kitchen had been even better. Finally, a use for the label-maker. Beryl had been saving it for a rainy day. 

Now he had it set to Cyrillic and life was looking up. 

“Hello hello!” He said as he knocked on the door, hoping to hear Lord Stair barking inside, “I am here to help your kitchen!”

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[edithburning]

where; Dmitry’s law firm whom; Dmitry obvi @nott-amused​

Honestly it had taken a few days of being really gay with Nimue and constantly checking in on Alice, Frank, and Dorcas before Edith realized that she hadn’t actually heard from Dmitry in a bit. He hadn’t answered any of her letters or Floo calls which wasn’t terribly unusual; but he also hadn’t replied when she’d asked what treats Lord Stair wanted from the pet store. That was unusual. 

Now on Day 8 of No Dmitry, she sort of assumed he’d somehow died. Either in one of his weird fight club things or one of the attacks she wasn’t sure, but she ought to go in and clear out the office either way. Which was a bummer honestly. Edith liked this job.

What she did not expect, however, was to walk into Dmitry’s office to find Dmitry just fucking sitting there.

Screaming, she tossed the Emergency Holy Water she’d gotten just in case at probably-Demon-Dmitry who appeared to have several new tattoos and also like 15 energy drinks. “DEMON DMITRY, OH GOD! OUT OF THE OFFICE, OUT OF THE OFFICE!”

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[notwaldenpond]

where; dmitry’s law firm who; @nott-amused​

Walden didn’t usually solve his problems using lawyers. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying and no one even got punched. But a lawsuit would probably really annoy the Auror Office and he was kind of in to that idea. Could he even sue the Ministry while he worked there? 

He looked around the office, feeling a little underwhelmed. Weren’t lawyers supposed to be braggy and self-important? He felt like he’d walked into Dam’s workspace pre-fame: less grandiose more organized chaos.

“Does anyone even work here?” He asked the empty room. “The door was fucking open, get better security.”

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[kingmeshacklebolt]

Voicemail (Dmitry)

“Heya, owl butt.” Fifty seconds of uncontrollable giggling, “Okay, sorry, sorry, I know, that wsn’t you didn’t owl butt anyone, McNair did it, but like, I’m sorry it’s still really funny, shit man. Hey, you ‘n Kveta okay, yeah? she’s good, she’s good you deserve that. You do. Glad f’ryou.”

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[kingmeshacklebolt]

& Dmitry

The thing about getting Biblical with someone, was after awhile you rather forgot they didn’t quite know your body was well as you did.

When Dmitry made a small noise of curiosity before tapping the raised line along Kingsley’s lowerback, he startled just slightly.

Where’d you get that? Dmitry signed.

Kingsley flushed. There was no real point lying, Dmitry would just pester the truth out of him.

Tripped over a dog and landed on a garden ho. He signed back, still a bit hesitant about sharing.

Dmitry snorted out a laugh but kept running his fingers over it for a second.

And you let it scar?

I’m not that vain, you know.

How old were you?

Kingsley’s blush deepened. Dmitry raised an eyebrow.

How old were you?

17.

He was 18 now.

Dmitry laughed so hard Kingsley had to push him off the bed.

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