𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇.

ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ᴍᴜʟᴄɪʙᴇʀ, as penned by 𝒹𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃.   

[vulcanfires]

WHO: open​ WHERE: st mungo’s

A slow day isn’t something nikolai minds in the scheme of things, but today, the boredom penetrated every modicum of his being to the point where he’d felt his mind rotting from the inside out. it is the point, he supposes, of life returning to normal after the war that some of the raw excitement would go away with it. nikolai, however, just didn’t expect the day-to-day to feel like an never-ending succession of the same. 

leaning by the waiting room, his eyes fly around the room — nothing, he surmises, that he can help with, when he feels a presence by his side. nikolai debates ignoring them and walking off, but a beat later, he turns, sighing. “can i help you with something?” 

[vulcanfires]

ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴛ.

who:  open. where:  the leaky cauldron.

forearms  were  leaned  against  the  bar  top  of  oak.  eyes  trained  on  the  dark  liquid  in  his  glass.  brandy,  always  his  preferred  choice.  he  had  drank  far  too  much  champagne  the  night  before  and  the  headache  that  still  lulled  in  his  head  was  another  reminder.  taking  conscious  sips,  alexander  heard  the  seat  next  to  him  move.  the  legs  of  the  stool  screeching  against  stone  and  he  snapped.   “         for  merlin’s  sake,  not  so  loud.  my  head’s  still  ringing.  ”

NIKOLAI immediately recognizes the other’s face — alexander nott, a former housemate at hogwarts and of the very same cantakerus nott of the pureblood directory, though the man before him never did seem to measure up to the weight of his surname. but out of everybody nikolai could run into at the leaky cauldron, he is hardly the worst, and he makes a point to drag the stool against the stone as he sits down. 

“hm, bar’s a strange place to be when you’re looking as shit as you are, nott,” he replies. there isn’t animosity in his words, just a snide observation thrown the other’s way. he raises a finger at the barmaid, ordering a firewhiskey for himself. “rough night then?” 

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Samantha J. E. Riches, Encountering the Monstrous: Saints and Dragons in Medieval Thought

[gargoyles42]

[vulcanfires]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 !