Post by THEODORE PIERO NOTT on Aug 13, 2014 22:20:47 GMT -5
Theodore Nott Forty-Three Pureblood Chief Wizengamot and International Confederation of Wizards Ten inches, thestral heartstring, rune-inscribed pine. BIRTHDAY: Forty-three; February 2nd. PATRONUS: N/A ABILITIES: Occlumency and Legillimency Theodore Piero Nott had been a quiet most of his life. From the moment he was born on February 2nd, he had been relatively quiet.He learned to work for whatever he wanted – whether it was a toy or affection from his parents. He was taught to sit upright, speak correctly, and read with a purpose. He had been the kind of boy adults wished for their own. He was often left to his own devices. He rarely ever spoke. The only exceptions were when his father would take him out to parties. Often, he would read with his mother. Talia would read to her son in all sorts of languages, most primarily Greek. In the beginning, those were the languages she'd speak to him. He grew to be fluent especially in Greek. What his mother couldn't teach him, they would hire tutors for him. He spent most of his childhood with books in his arms. However, every once in a while his father would throw a party. His mother, having never attended Hogwarts and extremely unfamiliar with his friends, always felt out of place with everyone else around her. Because the other woman would shun her, they had little to fear when they managed to corner her. Despite her numerous complaints to her husband, Theodore Maro the III did very little to help her. It was because of that that, a couple of months before his tenth birthday, his father decided to throw one of said parties and invite his friends. He'd gone upstairs to his study with one of his friends, leaving his son and his wife to the party. Haven been the type of boy who rarely spoke to adults unless first addressed, Theo spent most of the time being spoken at. He hadn't noticed one of the fine 'gentlemen' his father had invited paying too close attention to his mother. Nor did he notice the way his hand creeped down her back, or the way his eyes were fixed on her chest. What he did see was his mother whipping out her wand and pointing it at him. What he heard was the dark curse she screamed in Greek that threw the man into the opposite wall. What Theodore had seen, so had the rest of the party. The attention was solely fixed on the two of them. It was at that moment that his father and his friend had come down from his study, seeing what had transpired. The party had effectively been shut down afterwards, and his mother had been severely punished. Whereas he had to leave for parties with his father in his best robes, his mother was confined to the inside of the Grange. The bruises that marred her face and her arms were enough to keep her inside, but it was the alcohol that kept her in her room. The only time she seemed alright was when his father was out, and Theo sought fit to creep into her wing of the house and crawl up into the bed next to her. He was aware of how childish it made him seem, but, at times, it seemed as if it helped heal her. Less than six months later, while holding him in his arms, his mother closed her eyes and didn't open them back up again. When his eleventh birthday came, he celebrated by having his house elf – Ellie – take him into Diagon Alley. He bought all the things in his Hogwarts letter had required him too, and had even stopped for ice cream. He spent most of his time preparing for school, reading through his schoolbooks and properly ignoring all the summons he had from his father. At Hogwarts, he wasn't the first Slytherin sorted, but he certainly wasn't the last. He stayed away from the spotlight, keeping himself out of public eye. He kept to himself and only briefly spoke to those who sought him out. It was a wonder he wasn't placed in Ravenclaw. He grew irate when Granger got awarded higher marks, especially since he spent most of his time teaching Crabbe and Goyle what had actually gone on in class and making sure that neither of them failed. His own classes, however, weren't a problem as he had retained a lot of what he had learned from his mother and his tutor. What he didn't retain was relearned in the extensive library. Theo rarely ever went home during Christmas break, preferring to stay at Hogwarts within the company of a couple of other students rather than stay at home. In a blink of an eye, his first three years of classes went right on by. By that point, he had become better acquainted with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, enough to seek out their presence in conversation. As far as the other people went by, there was only a handful of Ravenclaws he could stand to be around for too long. By the time his fourth year rolled around, he was a little more open around his fellow classmates. Theodore wasn't a fool; he knew better than to try to enter the tournament, nor did he even want to. He was scholarly; hardly the adventurous type that would dare to do such a thing. He had been looking forward to his fifth year; mostly to get away from his father, but also because he had been one of the hardest workers within his bunch. He had been bound to be prefect. However, when the thin letter arrived, his mouth had carved into a frown that didn't seem like it was going to leave anytime soon. He hadn't been asked to prefect, and, to his surprise, neither had Zabini. He kept his head down and took 9 classes that year, determined to get an O on all of them. He ignored Umbridge, mostly because the woman was insufferable, and did his own studies. He refused to join her little 'crew' and spent quite the year in the presence of one Daphne Greengrass, finding her calming to be around. He was aware of how much he liked her, but couldn't bring himself to really ask her out. Not with everything that had been happening. Much to the chagrin of his father, he hadn't been asked to be a part of the Slug Club his sixth year, despite being a well-rounded student and very successful in his endeavors. He was aware that Draco had gotten mixed up with the Death Eaters, and he strived to keep himself out of it. He had been determined to be neutral. However, he had appearances to keep up. So, Theodore sneered at the muggleborns and the halfbloods. He waved them off with his hand, as if they were unimportant to him. In many ways, he was. He'd almost caved and confessed to the 'good side' what had happened to his mother, and his determination to get revenge, but had fallen short when one Dumbledore died. Just like that, the Wizarding World had entered yet another world. He shut down inwards, speaking to fewer and fewer people until Blaise, Daphne, and Pansy were the only ones. He'd avoided Draco, Gregory, and Vincent like the plague. He kept his eyes on his books, and his hand down in class. The only time he did anything of note was when Daphne had finally convinced him to ask her out. He ignored the proud letter his father had sent him at having landed himself a 'fine, respectable Pureblooded woman' because that hadn't been what he had found himself attracted to. He lived through the war relatively unscathed. He had a couple of bruises here and there courtesy of his father being angry at him for not joining the services of the Dark Lord. During the Battle of Hogwarts, with which Pansy had gotten all of the Slytherins evacuated from the danger spot, he wasn't among the group of Slytherin that was shut off in their common room. He escaped from the group and hunted his father down, determined to get revenge. He refused to allow anyone take the honor from him when his revenge had been several years in the making. The two of them dueled it out, his father angry and Theo incredibly calm. His father had hit him with a spell that had almost killed him. His left arm was almost completely immobile, bleeding profusely from the cut the elder Nott had inflicted. Turning the spell against him, Theodore struck him with with a dark curse. His father slammed into the ground and slid down. He kept his wand at ready, pointed directly at his father, but the man never roused. He didn't bother to stay longer after that. He cleaned himself up as best he could and shied away from the public eye until the Battle was over. There were many who distrusted him because of his father. However, once he had proven himself innocent, he was one of the ones who had graduated from Hogwarts on schedule. The secret of what happened to his father was his alone until after he was married to Daphne. Before that, and definitely after, Theodore sought to make something of himself. He refused to let the Nott name be as damaged as it was when he inherited it. With his good grades, he quickly found a job in the Ministry. A boy of 18, he did small tasks around the International Magical Office of Law. (Basically, although he would deny it if anyone asked, he was an errand boy/secretary for six years.) On his twenty-fifth birthday, he made the decision to jump from the International Magic Office of Law to the International Confederation of Wizards, where his multilingual skills were needed. He sat in the British Seats and helped bring countries into the confederation, as well as orchestrate a law that allowed for all Death Eaters to be tracked down and given a trial. As his age progressed, more and more evidence of his father's misdeeds became obvious. In an effort to restore his name back to the respectable status it always was, he started several charitable organizations. One of them included an orphanage for Magical Children that was a safe place for them to learn who they were and what they could do before heading of to Hogwarts. He worked from the position loyally and confidentially until his fortieth birthday, in where he was also promoted with Chief Wizegamot being added to his name. While working on his career, he did manage to create a wonderful life for Daphne. They moved into his old family home; the Grange. They lived happily together, each pursuing their own career. It wasn't until a couple of years into their marriage that Daphne gave him the good news. She was pregnant. Ever frightful of turning out like his father, Theodore was very much attentive. He attended every appointment in the hospital; made sure to hire two more house elves to make sure she wanted nothing. It was 7 months later that the couple had their first child. A boy. If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, they could have stopped having children there and he would have been content. As it was, he was more than just a little amused to see that, yet again, there would be a Malfoy, a Nott, and a Zabini in the same year at Hogwarts. A year later, they welcomed a baby girl into the family, and the Zabini's brought in another son. Regardless of the solemn vow to make sure they were nothing like their parents, even he could not resist molding them into respectable members of society. hey guys, my name is ALLIE! and I am rocking it at 18 years old, role-playing for roughly I LOST COUNT A LONG TIME AGO years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the CENTRAL time zone, and hail from 'MURICA so how about that! currently my character looks just like DAVID GANDY or so i am told! I found y'all at I ALSO DON'T REMEMBER, IT WAS OVER A YEAR AGO and that's pretty awesome isn't it? 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