THEODORE PIERO NOTT
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Post by THEODORE PIERO NOTT on Sept 1, 2014 23:47:35 GMT -5
It was almost like every single time that he read over argument and cases presented to him, he wanted to roll his eyes. Or, he wanted to bash his own head in somehow. He understood the need to crack down on underage magic; he did. In changing times, it was all the more important to keep the Muggles from finding about their magical counterparts. However, only a moron would persecute a child not yet the age to attend Hogwarts for accidental magic. Whoever it was who had issued the case and filed it had to be an idiot. And, perhaps, it was the old lawyer in him that decided to review some of the cases before bringing them up to the rest of Wizegamot, but he always did so. If it could save them hours of being stuffed in a courtroom, he would gladly review everything from his comfortable chair. Luckily for him, he had more than enough space in his office to do so. It also let him have time to review over any notes and thoughts that he had jotted down during any of the International Confederations so that he could hand them over to Blaise later so he could review them.
It was more than a little odd to have to defer to someone when people had to ask him stuff as well. Normally, and if it had been anyone else, Theo would have been more than slightly annoyed. He would have been aggravated. But, this was Blaise. The two of them had been friends for years, although it would be a small lie if he said that he got along with Mrs. Zabini a lot more than her husband. He hadn’t had any time to plan lunches with either of them, or either of the Malfoys, or even his wife lately. He’d have to change that. There were several things that were weighing heavily on his mind. For example, his son’s idiotic decision to move in with his girlfriend. Not that Theodore didn’t approve of such a thing - he did. Katrina was a fine girl with respectable blood to match. No, it was his son’s life choices that irked him. Had he said anything? Of course not. If Cole wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, then he could do as he liked. Theodore wouldn’t tell him off for it. He’d just be annoyed on his own or complain to Daphne. His son was intelligent. He had had higher hopes for him. But, he couldn’t complain.
At least Katrina wasn’t pregnant. (To his knowledge, anyway.)
Then, there was the whole matter as to what his daughter was going to do. At least she had a good head on her shoulders and seemed like she was going to be heading into the Ministry. She could work with Pansy and be an Obliviator, or head into training to become an Auror, or even a Hit Wizard. She could not work in the Ministry at all, and that would be fine so long as she did something productive and something he could be proud of her for. Not that he wasn’t proud enough of her already. She was taking a lot of exams for her N.E.W.T.S, and he’d be lying if he claimed that he didn’t throw that in the faces of his best friends any time that he could. But, that was him getting off the matter at hand. He tapped his quill against the corner of the page. He could settle this matter privately, or he could let the idiots take it to court where it would lose and silently snigger at them. Or, he could wring the neck of the person who brought the case to his desk to begin with. They were all liable options.
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