“Those other families mean nothing. Focus on your family name and your own perfection. Nothing else matters." -Words passed down from my father.
Theodore A. Nott
~Twin brother to @SilentNott
~Pureblod
~Slytherin
~Ambitious
~Sarcastic
~Dismissive
~Distant
~Dark themes
~21+
#HPRP
@AmericasShieId -are what you would consider the most useful here afterall, but we really do not need more people, Lady Rogers.” He cleared his throat, “I mean, Stevie. Truthfully less is better in this case. It gives less options for them to impersonate.”
-new born baby's weird crying.
Thanks to this small kid, the tension dissipated, but a longing filled Theo instead. A longing for a family again. To be a father again, but thanks to his friends and their orphanage, he was able to be godparents and the cool uncle to so many—
@AmericasShieId -and we will make copies for I’m guessing, Wanda and Clint if they’re available. Strange already has the records of my people despite my disapproval of it.”
Strange always rubbed him the wrong way. Too caught up in himself than to see how what he is doing affects others.
“They-
@AmericasShieId -closed down his line of communication and looked out the window. It wasn’t his first time in the US, but he would never get used to the amount of people and buildings here. It was truly another world especially from the wizarding community.
“Do you have any questions for me?”
@AmericasShieId -aspect of herself. Theo gave the superhero next to him an apologetic smile.
“I am sorry for her last comment. She tends to be a bit overprotective to the point that if anything did somehow happen to me, she would blame herself for not being her, so ignore that threat.”
Theo—
-a little rascal. He had been as much as a surprise as their first child, who was now eight and doing well at the early schooling.
"Soon, pup. Soon."
Then the boy decided Theo needed to know everything about what happened during his visit to the orphanage that morning and the—
-confirmation he got was a nod before one of his godchildren took over the hologram.
"Uncle Theeeee. Winer u comth ova?" The mess of blonde hair and rosy cheeks asked with a pout. The little bugger had attached himself to Theo when he was born. He was now three and turning into-
-then a hologram of her face appeared.
"Theo, I just got word that the Flint's followed you to the states."
This cause him to groan and pinch his nose because of course they would follow him.
"I'm guessing not just the Flints. What about the Carrow and the Shafiq?"
The only—
-smile before the cloud around him continued. The sixth anniversary was coming up, and now he wasn't even sure he would be home for it. That hurt him more deeply than anything. Just then, Theo's 'phone' went off displaying Henrietta Malfoy's name. He mumbled under his breath and-
-SL continuation for @AmericasShieId-
A brow arched and the image of her pulling him down to cover them both under the shield didn't upset him as much as he thought it would. Maybe that was just because being close to her excited him. Stupid fate pulls.
"I assure you that I do-
-not need protecting as much as you will in a battle against my people, even if I'm the one they are trying to kill. I'll make sure you can still feel like you're protecting me though. Don't want to insult the great Captain America especially on her turf."
He gave her a teasing-
Heron Granger.
RP things:
~21+, please. Too old for less.
~Potential dark content.
~Ships with chem.
~MultiSL/era/verse. Crossover welcome.
~Veteran RPer but rusty.
~Friendly writer.
~Detailed.
~DMs open.
~This is a JK Rowling hate account.
~Not affiliated w/ Donald Glover.
#Doc
Zachariah Weasley
RP things:
~21+, please. Too old for younger.
~Potential dark content.
~Ships with chem.
~MultiSL/era/verse. Crossover welcome.
~Veteran RPer, but rusty.
~Friendly writer.
~Detailed.
~DMs open.
~This is completely an OC.
~This is a JK Rowling hate account.
#Doc
@EIegantSnake -if we are talking juices, cranberry or pomegranate for me. Never enjoyed the root or gourd juices at Hogwarts." His nose wrinkled slightly at the memory.
He walked over to a cabinet and dressed a button. The wall dropped revealing a fully stock bar and wine racks.
@EIegantSnake -fantasy with recliner chairs, a hot tub, and an intimate table setting for two. The view overlooked the infamous Nott Woods, which seemed much lighter these days than they were during the war.
He gave a soft chuckle and shoot his head, "I meant wine or something similar, but--