Post by THEODORE PIERO NOTT on Sept 17, 2014 2:03:34 GMT -5
 If anyone would have had the nerve to look him in the eyes and tell him that he had had the simplest of lives, the very first thing that Theodore Nott would have done was laugh. Mostly because the person had obviously never met him. The person wouldn’t have even had the decency to go about poking in his past. Because, if there was one thing that Theo had never done, it was live a simple life. There were quite a few people that could argue that they had had a worse life, but he rarely ever spoke to those people. The only time that wasn’t true was when he spoke to Potter - usually about the Auror’s handing over a client so that he could talk to them. The brunette rarely ever made it a priority to speak to Potter, actually. He had a lot of other things on his mind recently - like the life decisions of his children. Whenever he heard of the decisions the children of his fellow coworkers were taking, he couldn’t help but reflect upon his own. Cole was a Professional Quidditch player. He would have had to have been blind to not be able to notice how dissatisfied this had made Daphne, and he would have had to put on a convincing lie to tell others that this made him extremely proud. He liked to watch the sport, but he never understood why Draco - and now Cole - had decided that it had been a fun game to play. The Chief Warlock had always been a fan of his feet being firmly on the ground rather than let his head be up in the clouds. It was true that he value those who thought before they spoke and acted. It made for a more intelligent conversation. It was only lucky for him that he had managed to befriend the people that he had. Otherwise, he would have gone mad with only Daphne to speak to. It was quite an unbelievable story, in his opinion, the matter in which one of the so-called Silver Trio had managed to take up important positions in the Ministry of Magic. One would think, with the general distrust that had been harped upon the Slytherin graduates from the fallout of Dark Lord, that none of them would have been able to work up the rankings as fast as they had. If Theodore hadn’t managed to graduate with as many O’s in his N.E.W.T.s as he had, he wasn’t entirely sure where he would have been. Draco, of course, had always had to be the showboat. It was something he liked to call him out on. He couldn’t settle for anything less than the Minister of Magic; oh, of course not. Blaise was the Supreme Mugwump. In some ways, he was his boss. And, while the brunette Grecian might have gotten offended at the thought of it beforehand, he simply found it amusing now. Ever since his promotion to Chief Warlock, that was. If someone would have had the audacity to tell him that this had been in store for him, he wouldn’t have believed it. But, inviting both Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy over to his house for some scotch? That sort of thing he could believe and for good reason. Mostly because scotch was his favorite drink besides raki, but he didn’t think the Grecian drink would be much appreciated by those who hadn’t gotten a taste for it yet. Instead, he merely lounged in his favorite seat in the smaller receiving room. This one was really only for extremely familiar guests. No doubt his friends had seen it before. Besides letting Daphne do a couple of retouches here and there, the room had mostly been left the same since his grandfather had left it. He had been debating on getting one of those - what did the Muggles call it - Tellyvisions to put in here. He did so enjoy watching them make fools out of themselves. Theodore had also debated on waiting until his friends arrived to wait for a drink, but decided it would be too much of a hassle. He poured himself a small enough glass and winced only a little when the wards of the house pressed on his magic, letting him know that there were people waiting to apparate in. tagged: @blaise @dracomalfoy outfit: outfit notes: -roll- here's the living room |
made by remi of i'm so curious
