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recanteddeatheater​:

Draco was not pleased by the sight of Theodore Nott in his home. He knew the other wizard, of course; had known him even before Hogwarts had sorted them together – or at least into the same House; for all the ties that should have connected them, they’d never really ended up together. Once upon a time, Draco has resented the fact that Theodore Nott hadn’t wanted to be part of his little group of like-minded (and like-blooded) Slytherins; had resented the fact that he didn’t flock to Draco’s banner like Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy had. He’d considered friendship (obedient friendship, because the younger Draco had had no use for any other kind) from Theodore nearly his birthright; their fathers were old associates after all – but that sort of thing hadn’t seemed to mean much to Theodore, not back then.

It hadn’t been until the cold reality of Azkaban had stolen both their dads that Theo had really seemed to even notice all the things that should have bonded them…but that hadn’t lasted long. When Draco had come back to school after that miserable, fatherless summer, swaggering with foolish pride over the sting of his freshly-branded Dark Mark, Theodore had been less than impressed and he hadn’t hesitated to make his feelings known. That had hurt, at the time – and hurt worse after Draco realized that he had been wrong about all of it, and Theo right.

But that was then; these days, there was more distance between them than ever before despite them having just as many things that ought to have brought them together – but instead of moving closer, they’d passed in the night like solitary fliers and had ended up nearly standing in one another’s former shoes in a neat reversal: now Theodore was the loyal devotee of blood-supremacy and the Dark Lord’s old cause, while Draco was so far removed from his former allegiance that probably the only reason his old allies didn’t count him as a blood-traitor was that no one on the other side wanted to have enough to do with him to give him a chance to earn the label.

And here was Theodore, trying to drag Draco’s father back into the quagmire that had nearly destroyed the Malfoys once upon a time; back into the darkness that had devoured Theo’s own father and ultimately cost the elder Nott his life amongst dementors and cold, narrow prison cell walls. Every hard, painful, and necessary lesson that Draco had learned over the years, Theodore seemed to have un-learned, leaving them…well, here.

Facing one another down in the hall of Draco’s home, a million unspoken things between them – but it was time to speak them all. For the sake of Draco’s family, he had to at least try. “I would be better if I thought that old friends weren’t tempting my father into making old mistakes,” he said pointedly, skipping the pleasantries in favor of cutting to the heart of the matter. He glanced down the hall that led to his father’s study; it wasn’t trespassing by any means to cross to the wing of the manor where Lucius and Narcissa had their rooms, and Draco had never in his life ever felt unwelcome in his parents’ presence – but this wasn’t a conversation in which he wanted his father taking part. Lucius Malfoy was too good a speaker, far better than Draco himself; he’d turn the whole discussion in his own favor before Draco even knew what was happening – and there were things he needed to say.

“Walk with me,” Draco said – more a command than a request, but what else could Theodore do but oblige? He was in Draco’s home, and wouldn’t want to give Draco any excuse to ban him from returning…at least not any such commonplace excuse as rudeness. I don’t like you talking to my father because I think you’re going to get him back into trouble was the real reason, of course, but Draco couldn’t exactly use that argument on his parents as reasoning for why he didn’t like the other man being around. ‘He was rude to me on his last visit,’ though – that was the sort of excuse that he could have used as a pretense and part of Draco wished, as he led the way down the hall and through the large double-doors into the garden, that Theodore would refuse to follow. That would be so much easier than saying all the things he knew he needed to say and while one of those hard-learned lessons of his youth had taught Draco that sometimes you did have to do what was hard, he’d never learned to like it.

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     Draco’s initial words stung, as much as Theodore didn’t want to admit it. Nott was fully aware about the irony of their tale. Their roles were well reversed now and for all he knew, the Malfoy standing so gloriously before him was relishing in how time had played its part. He was unsure if Draco believed the story about natural causes being the sole reason why Nott Sr. had perished, at which point, if true, he’d be better off by disregarding his old friend. Nothing accidental happened in Azkaban. Everything had a purpouse and his father’s death had more than just a ‘dementor attack’ or whatever pure bullshit the Ministry was trying to sell to the press, to the public and to Theodore Nott. Ignoring Nott Sr.’s own son who was part of their government was the single, most stupidity-filled mistake the Ministry had done with which they had caught the devil by his tail and with time, Theodore would make sure they knew of it. Only if he could prove, both to the public and to himself that the Ministry was killing prisoners at their liking - that’s when the world would burn.

     He only wondered if Draco understood that said temptations into old mistakes were a conscious choice Lucius had made for himself. Nott was good at manipulating people and while the Malfoys had their sweet way with words much like Theodore himself, the Puritan leader knew how to make it seem as if the other party wanted to donate money to his cause by themselves. He knew Draco was fooled, however, and Theodore never thought otherwise. Of course Lucius would fund the Puritans. Why wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t be accepted into the Reformists or any other party against the right side due to his past allegiances. Draco directly suffered from this itsy-bitsy problem and if it was anyone else but Theodore appointed head of the British Wizarding Front, the Malfoys would be good as dead. No side would want them. But Theodore wasn’t like that. He knew what power the Malfoys could possess and he decided to make use of them, or at least, their money.

     Nott hesitated for a slight moment before following his old friend into the renowned and popular amidst the Pureblood wix Malfoy Gardens. Anyone who ever made it to there was considered part of the Puritans, really. Lucius Malfoy never held ordinary gatherings and meetings in the past. But today, the premises of the beautiful gardens would either be used as ground for rekindling, or deepening the evergrowing void between the two Slytherins.

     “I’m sure the matter of this must be important if it needs discussing in the exquisite Malfoy gardens. Perhaps secrets remain there, hidden from curious ears.“ Theodore didn’t want to be blunt. He knew what Draco had in mind for this seemingly unexpected but convenient interaction. “I know what you must be thinking. I’m here to ruin your family.“ Theodore took a deep breath, the myriad of flower scents penetrating his senses. “To ruin your father by making him tied to me, dig the Malfoys even deeper in the dirt. But I’m not.” He paused, looking at Draco. Why would he want to hurt a powerful ally and his son who were worthy of so much power? Power that Theodore would be sure to bestow upon all who aided him in his cause. His voice was cold, his eyes straying away from the other. ( As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to reconnect with the platinum-locked man who he once called close. it was a all a facade he was playing now, but deep down, he wanted to rejoice into partnership, not a war between two noble families. ) “While I don’t expect you to agree with me, you must understand that I won’t give in without a fight to those against us.“ There was sincerity in his voice, one that he’d showed a handful of people. He wanted to make sure no ill-intent was hoding behind his mask towards the Malfoys. Whatever Draco believed, the help of his father would only help them all get what they deserved.

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The Wizengamot Courtrooms are a second home for Terrence, the first being his office tucked away on the fifth level. While others may find lawmaking to be terribly horribly boring, Terry enjoyed both the pain and fruit of its labour. And if you didn’t hold the same opinion, to Terry, you didn’t belong in the here in this room. Over the years he’d earned his place as an Appointed Member, through hardship, long-nights, and many favours both given and owed. Looking around the room at other members, Appointed, Elected and Honorary alike, Terrence feels a slight of annoyance building beneath the surface as they all erupt into rumours and whispers about the Dragon Pox outbreak with little regard for the sanctity of the Courtrooms.

And then enters Theodore Nott. 

The British Wizarding Front and their ideals left a sour taste in Terrence’s mouth. He’d fought long and hard, even almost gave up his life to keep the Wixen world from succumbing to their vision in the Second Wizarding War. Still, there was something likeable about their leader, as much as Terrence hated to admit it, he understood the charm the man held. 

“I suppose it would be, had I be listening to said irrelevance. Still, the Wizengamot Courtrooms are a poor place for gossip.” Terry remarks dryly, gathering a few documents from his bench. His icy blue eyes meet Theodore’s with a glint of curiosity, “You can try.” The opposing sides of the aisle got further and further from one another with each passing year, it felt. Cross-communication was rare, but Terry prided himself of being a political bridge of the Wizarding Reformist Party with his many connections. Unfortunately, the Wizengamot wasn’t Terry’s only duty to the Ministry of Magic. The Department of International Magical Cooperation never lets him rest, and now neither does the spangling new Technomagical Initiative. Terrence has many luxuries and time isn’t one, he appreciates Theodore’s recognition of that. “Well, tick-tock. I’ve got a meeting with Granger in about 20 minutes.”

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     Given that this week would be known as the second most dreaded Wizengamot meeting ever ( directly preceded by the day Granger initiated the bill for Technomagical research ) in his book, Theodore could very much rant and vent to just about anybody in his vicinity. It was not likely that he would do that, since it was in the presence of all the people he needed to fool of his allegiances. Terry Boot was the last person he would complain to, knowing full well how deep he was in this mongrel of a researching program. To see pure blood being wasted and a highly intelligent mind like Terry’s siding with the opposition was a disappointance, so to say.

     “I commend you for not giving in to said irrelevances.“ Theodore regarded, waving two fingers at the crowd. Such fools, only thinking they were playing an important part of building the future. What most of them lacked was vision, something that Theodore spent years building. One does not plan world domination in a night’s whim. Everything was a carefully woven plan who was, sadly, disrupted by people like Potter, Granger, Patil, and well... Boot. “I was wondering about this... rather interesting event that’s being organized and put together soon. Display of Muggle Technologies, wasn’t t? Has Mrs. Patil pitched you in on what they’d be displaying yet?“ Theodore’s inquires were nothing but initiation or rather, distractment from the pig den he was found in currently. Trying to talk Terry out of supporting the bill or even trying to recruit him to the more realistic views Nott held was of no use. Theodore wouldn’t dare do that, it would ruin every single drop of credability he had left. There was nothing wrong with a little digging, however. He wondered if Terry would give in, eventually.

     “I look forward to being convinced this entire bill was a smart choice. It poses many risks, as I’m sure you know.“ Terry Boot perfectly knew Theodore was against the bill from the very beginning. The eighteen votes against were mainly coming from the British Wizarding Front. It was a pity their numbers were so low, but if Granger, Longbottom and Potter continued to dismiss what seemed like trivial signs of mal-intent, they’d soon live to see said numbers rise.

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zachariashsmith​:

After the shitshow that Harry Potter Day had been, Zacharias would very much prefer to be spending the night at home. He’d pulled Aaron from school, at least for the time being, and the seed of worry in his chest wouldn’t let go unless he could see with his own two eyes that the brat was safe and sound – so, yes, being stuck at work was even less appealing than it usually was. The unexpected presence of Theodore Nott didn’t make it any better either.

And here’s the deal, Zacharias disliked plenty of people. The Potters, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, just about any and all of his former classmates, really. But Nott? He was in a category of his fucking own. Zacharias had yet to meet someone so pretentious and sleazy – big surprise he’d ended up as a politician. Fuck’s sake, even the way he talked grated on Zacharias’ nerves; how many words did he need to use to express simple concepts?

“Here’s a menu,” he said dryly, lightly throwing one down on the counter. “D’you need me to read it to you or can you manage that on your own?”

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     The clerk’s regard only proved Nott’s theory that such vicious places breeded profanity and an exquisite foul mouth. The words rolled much more like personal attacks from the other’s mouth, and the sarcastic snarl Theodore was met with despite his own kindness and surprisingly timid introduction were not to his taste. Theodore recognzied the man in passing and in their few encounters at the castle, not that he mattered by any means. Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, if Nott recalled correctly, didn’t really communicate between themselves back in his days. It was evident how much above the other man Theodore was and the only thing that showed through his expression was pity. His mudblood was tainting what would’ve been a great soldier with a ruthless personality for killing, should Theodore even express any desire of to recruit this barbarian in his ranks. That was quite unlikely, however.

     Theodore didn’t look at the thrown menu, rather, he was contemplating of burning it down to ashes. His voice was as cold as ice when he spoke, his onyx eyes locked on the pretentious man against him. He decided to keep it calm for now, his cards close to his chest. Nott knew control was what he needed to exude in this situation. He wouldn’t want to be considered part of the primitives of Hogsmeade. Nott pointed towards a bottle of copper liquid behind the man, his eyes not leaving the other’s gaze. “Firewhiskey. Neat. Might as well drink one with me, see how far you can go with that venomous tongue of yours.” Theodore’s words rolled like sharpened blades compared to his playful partner’s speech. “Two can play this game.”

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Persephone: You're so tall, Hades. What can you see up there?

Hades: Everyone's flaws.

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     Theodore would otherwise be shocked if a witch had bursted out of the Menagerie and spilled all her things, connecting their bodies in an attempted slam. He wasn’t though, because that was no one but Potter’s wife, a person who the man was accustomed to snarl at. It wasn’t anything in particular ( perhaps except being stupid Potter’s wife, probably his most trusted person, a Daily Prophet reporter, who, much to her colleagues’ fashion, probably spreaded lies even in the sport column which Theodore deribately ignored, and other things not worth mentioning even in his deepest thoughts ), but it was a fact that when the two buttheaded against each other, it usually never ended prettily. Theodore liked aesthetics and being well-presented. The last thing he needed was a Weasley ( which she was in her core ) tainting his day.

     All he wanted to do was pick up some food and medicine for Balthazar. His pet was having troubles sleeping, it seemed, and the unusual amout of inner toxins spread in his terrarium was unusual, so Theodore was in his right to be concerned for his companion ( one of the very few living beings he actually cared about ). And now he was stuck with this mess. ”Dear, you might want to fix this mess up faster and while you’re at it, your hair is all over the place as well. You might want to look into that.” He smirked, contemplating if he should straight up offer her his services at ‘The Snake Coiffeur’, but Ginevra didn’t really deserve such craftsmanship on her mane of a hair. “Shopping for these children of yours?” Theodore quipped, obviously hinting that her little beastlings required some kind of cat food, probably.

WHERE: Diagon Alley, outside of Magical Menagerie DATE: November 1, 2020 STATUS: Open to all

The moment she left her office at the Daily Prophet Ginny wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up on the couch. Everything had been so stressful as of late and it didn’t help tone down her worrying what so ever. She hated the fact that her sister-in-law was in so deep as the Minister of Magic, she hated the fact that her own husband was Head Auror. She hated the fact that she had to keep secrets of her own from her family. All in all it was all building up far too much for Ginny’s liking. It didn’t help that her children were constantly at risk with having the last name Potter and now Ginny herself was putting them in danger being involved in Veritas and deep down she knew that if anyone was to find out her involvement in it that it could put her children in even more danger. It was plain to see that the Potter matriarch had a lot on her plate and it was only a matter of time until it all came tumbling down.

Making her way through Diagon Alley she was determined to get the things she needed before she let herself fall victim to her bed. She had already made a pit stop at Gringotts, gotten the new robes she needed, she had even popped over to the book shop and started on her gift shopping that should be done sooner rather than later. As she came out of the doorway of Magical Menagerie Ginny had been so lost in thought that she didn’t even see the person standing in front of her until she ran full force into them. With her things on the ground she let out an irritable sigh and yanked her wand out, with a quick swish she had everything floating back into her arms. “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry.” she mumbled as she slowly glanced up and offered the person a soft and apologetic smile. She really needed to stop getting lost in her thoughts for next time she might seriously injure someone.

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rekindling | draco&theodore

Closed starter for @recanteddeatheater​

Location: Malfoy Manor

Time: November 04, 2020

     “Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Your generous contribution will be remembered.“ The cat-like grin on Nott’s face was perfectly trained and rehearsed as his eyes met the pair of the Malfoy patriarch. The heels of his pitch black oxfords knocked on the ebony wooden floor as he left the room of the spacious cabinet that Lucius owned in his own estate. Whatever his history with the prominent Malfoy family was, Theodore always found them to have an exquisite taste for dressing and interior design. No Malfoy presented oneself with cheap attires both on their bodies or furnishing in their institutions. They walked with class, poise and authority through the streets of wixen Britain, no matter how tainted society perceived them to be. Few people could even step on the family’s pinky finger, and most knew it, hence why snarly regards were whispered in the streets. What would one expect of peasants, anyway?

     As Theodore took a harsh left past an intricatly designed vase with white roses, he thought of his new deal with Lucius Malfoy. The man had been a generous financial donor for the British Wizarding Front, his name well known among the people in Theodore’s party. The leader wondered why his offspring, Draco ( who Theodore pretened he didn’t know; a burn on his heartstrings that wouldn’t go away just like that yet facades were his specialty, so he rarely showed any regard to his old schoolmate ) showed little to no interest in changing the world. Even after the results of the Second Wizarding War, Theodore always thought that Draco would at least once step up for his family and blood kin in these tense times instead of cower away, but that wasn’t the case, it seemed. Cowering was Draco’s specialty back then, many people thought. But Theodore knew it was way more complicated than that.  Almost nearing the entrance of the manor, Theodore stopped in his tracks. He turned around with a smirk on his face, hands widely spread and eyes interlocking with Draco Malfoy. Speaking of the wolf...

     Draco Malfoy was a special case in Theodore’s past. The boys never really talked to each other in the beginning of their schooling at Hogwarts. The only thing they shared in common was their Slytherin badge. Yet, as the years rolled by, they slowly bonded. They both recognized each other’s intelligence and even though they played cat and mouse, a game filled with sarcastic whims and schemes, they held a bittersweet friendship between each other, one they never voiced out to the public and to themselves, really. When both their fathers were captured and imprisoned after the fight at the Department of Mysteries, Theodore was left alone only with his maid, Mildred ( that dreaded bitch ), and the only one who could share the same thoughts and pain ( even though Nott very well played the game of daddy issues and hate ) in his sheer vicinity was Draco. The boy who Theodore loved to tease and challenge ( but really, he didn't have anything against him ). The Dark Mark Draco later accepted was plain stupidity in Nott's eyes, something that he didn't understand back then. And here they were now, at a hand’s distance that felt like a black hole ready to suck them both into nonexistence. Theodore shook himself off these thoughts. It was all in the past now.

     “What a pleasure.“ Theodore regarded, trying to hold all history between them at bay. They were grown ups now, plus, Malfoy didn’t look like he was here just in passing. His eyes had intent and his still body exuded more than just an observing nature. Nott’s onyx pair traced Draco from head to toe, his own posture expressing authority by itself. “How are you, old friend?“

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barbaric | zach&theodore

Closed starter for @zachariashsmith​ Location: The Three Broomsticks Time: 02 of November, late at night

     Theodore didn’t like his dealers setting up meetings at tribal and very much primitive places like Hogsmeade. Adorned with his mask and the badge of an onyx snake with silver linings, Nott was already walking away from their meeting, which was a rare circumstance since he was the one doing the selling instead of being the buyer. His fingers brought it down, a snap of his fingers bringing him back in his suit as he entered the village. Even in boring pubs like the Three Broomsticks, he supposed he could stop by for a glass of liquor and enterntainment o drunken old uncles fighting. Because that’s what happened at the province villages of Birtain, right?

     He opened the doors of the pub, surprised that there were very few clients inside. Later, he judged that it was of no surprie at all, actually. Who would spend their night in Hogsmeade when you had the royal-like bars and restaurants just a few streets away of Diagon Alley where the true aristocracy thrived? He sat on the bar, visibly disgusted by the place, locking eyes with the bartender. “What can you offer me in this cold November night?”

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sanguine | pansy&theodore

Closed starter for @sacredbyparkinson Location: William Parkinson’s funeral Time: 25 of October, 2020

     Breaches in the dignity and authority of families like Parkinson, Nott, Malfoy and others were a tradition in today’s wizarding age. While Death Eaters were not excused from their behavior prior to the Second Wizarding War and during it, Nott still held bitter roots in their upbringing. But to claim all you want is peace and then proceed to hiding behind official and ignorant notices of one’s death was unspeakable coming from the British Ministry of Magic. Theodore never believed a word when it came to the Goverment’s statement that his father had died of natural causes. No man dies of old age three days before their release. And now, the face of the Parkinson family was the next to follow, thought in a more unsuspicious way. Nott couldn’t help but feel like there was something stinking in the inner workings of their beloved government, but today was not about revenge and aggression. It was about honoring the death of a man who surely had input in Theodore’s rise to power.

     William Parkinson was of utmost help when it came to the British Wizarding Front’s financial situation and general power. Theodore even suspected that the now deceased man was one of the people Nott Sr. instructed to be responsible for his son’s safety from the Death Eater Trials. For that, Theo would ever be grateful. There, standing besides the ceremony of his burial brought bitterness to his tongue and his deepest, most hidden regrets, apologies and condolences were seeing the bright world as they broke his facade. Something that had never happened in years.

     After the somber ceremony, Theodore’s first job was to establish a connection with William’s daughter - Pansy. Knowing her from Hogwarts, the man lost connection with the girl after their graduation. Even though they might not have contacted too much in the school, now they shared more than just a deceased father and Theodore would seize the opportunity to repay the Parkinsons and maybe win new allies. Their numbers were low today but evergrowing by the minute, and any help would be stellar for his party and ideas.

     Nott approached the well-poised woman, offering her a glass of white wine which was of exquisite taste. He expected nothing less from a prominent family like the Parkinsons and even in his dying breath, William’s daughter was sure to hold their name high despite her two decade absence. “I believe it’s been a long time no see for us, Miss Parkinson.” Theodore presented the woman with a courtious smile. “I must offer you my deepest condolences. William was one of the most important figures in our party and it crushed my heart and thoughts when I found about his circumstances.” His expression died off as he was speaking to her. He was the first to relate of a relative’s sudden death.

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masks and facades | terry&theodore

Closed starter for @magicterrence​ Location: The Wizengamot Time: 04 of November, 2020

     The ‘despicable’ events of Harry Potter day, that dreaded fanfare which only resulted into drunken wizards and spartanian behavior were a heavy topic of today’s Wizengamot courtyard rumors and whispers. While it was not discussed officially since it was of no importance, thankfully, Theodore quite frankly, wanted to slam his head against the mahogany walls of the institution. During these short few minutes after the official meeting, he held his poise aristocratic and statue-like, his expressions only adorned by a few gestures with his hand covering his facade. The only sound he made during the entire exravaganza was his rings tapping against each other and sighs of exasparation escaping through his lips. It was a pity more wizards were keen on gossiping instead of actually doing their work in the Wizengamot, which many thought was to be Granger’s puppets. Pathetic.

     Swaying by his side, Theodore sensed a scent of whiskey, heavy cigars and ruggedness, all complimented by the bitter sweetness of cold eyes meeting his. Terry Boot, or as Theodore liked to call him -- one of the few intelligent beings in this swine parade of imbecilles. Pity that the man didn’t seem to share Nott’s views, yet that could always change given the right circumstances and the appropriate luring. “Mr. Boot, what a pleasure to see you. I’d imagine your head is throbbing as much as mine from all this... irrelevance around here.” Theodore motioned towards the gossips who still discussed the Pox. “I hope you can entertain with something of importance, or at least, something worth both our time?”

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NAME: Theodore Magni Nott)

AGE: 40 (27th October 1980) 

GENDER: Male (he/him)

SPECIES: Wix, Pureblood

OCCUPATION: Party-leader of the British Wizarding Front; Elected Member of the Wizengamot

ALLEGIANCES: Pro-government (British Wizarding Front), the Puritans

His facade was made out of porcelain masks. Theodore Nott was a silent kid from his birth till the death of his father. Even though he escaped the Death Eater Trials, he never believed going butthead against the Government was the way to go, something the Dark Lord obviously didn’t understand. Every great leader had a flaw and that included Voldemort himself, hence why laying low helped Theo escape a life imprisonment in Azkaban. After Nott Sr.’s unjustified death, Theodore decided to spread his dark angelic wings and soar through the ranks of his father’s political party – The British Wizarding Front – and take matters into his own hands. While being an indirect participator was his specialty, taking a more public and forward stance was of utmost importance now that he was part of the political life of Wixen Britain. He never knew he would make a good leader, but after witnessing that the government was ready to kill a man looking forward to freedom only to prove a point, he would stand against them and prove that Wixen Rights must always come first before hiding in fear from Muggleborn who only had gadgets that could measly capture moving images of killing curses thrown at them. Their phones wouldn’t help against their spells and Theodore knew that, but for every rebellion there was time – and he had to play patiently, hiding behind the mask of the well-intent Wizengamot member, breaching the government’s ranks from the inside.

THEODORE NOTT is TAKEN. This character is written by RON, and played with HARRY SHUM JR.

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                     -      HEADCANONS      -                          THEODORE NOTT

Theodore Nott is known among Syndicate folks as ‘The Black Snake’. He is also popular among them with the suspicious purchases of enchanted items which helped spread the word of the British Wizarding Front’s doings. Such items include - golden galleon coins which switch their exterior to form the logo of the Front, leaflets which speak much like a Howler and much more. His most recent batch of purchases happens to be boxes sealed with dark magic which would cause firm believers of the technological movement to experience doubts about their allegiances. Theo hasn’t deployed these special inventions yet, for he must wait for a candidate that would enrage him enough to be eliminated.

One of the many bills he put forward after becoming the Leader of his father’s party was a contraversial statement regarding britain wizards hiding behind closed walls and studying muggleborn’s technologies while their world was at the brink of extinction. “Should Minister Hermione Granger and her team succeed in making a discovery of how to guard ourselves against the highly advanced technology world of the non-wizard population, we must use this knowledge to also protect our realm, both from the inside and out. The British Wizarding Front beleives that upgarding our security system and the way Aurors, enforcers and ordinary guards practice law should be relentless and punishing towards anyone who dares use technology in their day-to-day life. If we fight the advancement of such things, we musn’t use them for our benefit, given that magic can do everything we need, if not better.”

He owns a hair salon as a side business which uses products from exotic magical herbs and creatures and spells woven by himself for making a dazzling hairstyle. The employees there are two women who know best what his intentions with his clients are, which is spreading the word of the Wizarding Rights and the BWF party. Each of his clients is farewelled with a generous discount and leaflets which might further make them join his views of the world.

Ever since he became leader of the organization, the world under Granger’s ruling has gone to a worse place, he believes. While being hand-in-hand with the Government, Nott holds secret meetings with his fellow party members in which they discuss plans on how to further develop the plans of their party. While they try to stay underground and fully deny their ties to Puritans, slowly their secret is leaking and Theodore fixes that by holding feasts and social gatherings in his manor which are used to celebrate the Wizengamot’s choices in the political life of Britain which, currently, revolve around Granger’s attempts to normalize technology for the ‘safety’ of their world.

Theodore is not afraid to use magic and potions for his needs, doing it ever so publically.

In his cabinet back at his manor, Theodore owns a magical board as big as his tall enormous black walls. There, every suspect who would hinder the reputation of his cause and the Puristic ideas that actually laid behind it keep appearing. Prominent figures like Harry Potter, Minister Granger, Terry Boot, Padma Patil and others are attached and conjoined with each other in a network of all their public doings from 2018 onwards till today’s events.

Nott drinks liquor made of caramelized beetroot and whiskey.

Theodore Nott has an affinity towards dark artifacts. He wears a mask when browsing the hidden syndicate shops around wixen Britain and often drinks Polyjuice potions to meddle in secret shops at Knockturn Alley.

Ever after turning to the dark side after his father’s death, Nott carefully researched Puritains in hopes to find who the mysterious donators to his father’s party were. With every other day, he aggrees more and more with what the now perished Dark Lord wanted to do twenty years ago.

Theodore Nott publically humiliated Minister Shacklebolt after his own election as a Wizengamot member and later, Minister Granger when inquiring in front of the parliament what had happened to the few cases of previous Death Eaters who were being scheduled for release, including his father’s. While a fragile topic and one that definitely brought up raised eyebrows, Nott affirmed that in this new world, both Ministers tried to follow Harry Potter’s example and bring peace to their world. He gently hinted how misteriously trying to hide a murder attempt like that was low for the Head of wixen Britain but refused to submit a resignation from the Minister post for Kingsley Shacklebolt. When Minister Granger took the position, he started plotting ways in which he could bring her down and seize the position for himself.

Theodore Nott fabricated letters from ‘strangers’ who claimed to be pro-government. The letters were death threats addressed to him and important figures of his party which were brought up before the Ministry and its Law Enforcement Department. Such threats were distributed to figures like Granger, Harry Potter and their employees and were used to show people how life-threatening words were fastly responded when it came down to people like Potter and Granger and ignored when it came down to people like Theodore himself who tried to advocate different viewpoints of the entire euphoria of technology wixen life.

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“you’re not a killer.”

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I’m trying to find whatever priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!

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