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mr-nott
My Lord, I prostrate myself before you.
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Leontius Nott. Faithful servant of the Dark Lord.
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mr-nott · 3 days ago
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Slytherin & Ravenclaw
“By the pricking in my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
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mr-nott · 9 days ago
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Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families of Britain
Abbott.Avery.Black.Bulstrode.Burke.Carrow.Crouch.Fawley.Flint.Gaunt.Greengrass.Lestrange.Longbottom.Macmillan.Malfoy.Nott.Ollivander.Parkinson.Prewett.Rosier.Rowle.Selwyn.Shacklebolt.Shafiq.Slughorn.Travers.Weasley.Yaxley (X)
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mr-nott · 10 days ago
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mr-nott · 13 days ago
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Having class means being able to mix with people beneath you.
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - 6X5 - Mac and Charlie: White Trash
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mr-nott · 13 days ago
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Salazar Slytherin
 “We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.”
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mr-nott · 14 days ago
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mr-nott · 2 months ago
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still life by Louis Rakovich
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mr-nott · 3 months ago
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Captivating 17th-Century Skull Watches: A Glimpse into Memento Mori
In the 17th century, a unique and haunting timepiece emerged: the skull watch. These intricate watches were designed not only to tell time but also to remind their owners of the fleeting nature of life, a concept known as memento mori. Popular among Swiss and French craftsmen, these skull watches encapsulate the blend of art and functionality in early timepieces.
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mr-nott · 10 months ago
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Aesthetics: 
It’s the dark mark, Harry. It’s his mark / Voldemort? Those people tonight, in the masks, they’re his too, aren’t they? His followers. / Death Eaters. 
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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“I would brush her hair, smelling of violets, and swim again in the hot nights. We would rename the stars.”
— Janet Fitch, from “White Oleander,” originally published c. July 1999 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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it’s okay to murder people but it’s not okay to disrespect your wife btw
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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"Of course she doesn't need a job," Leontius said scathingly. "She wants one. She wants a research position. She's always been an academic at heart. She wants to make her mark on the world. She wants to fulfill her ambition of discovering something earth-shaking. It's not about money. It's about having an impact on the world."
He had taken his own position in the Department of International Magical Cooperation for similar reasons -- because it provided an opportunity to accumulate more political influence both at home and abroad, influence that he'd used to good effect both for the Dark Lord and for his own benefit. And Cordelia's love for experimentation and pushing the boundaries of magic had led her to take a position in the Department of Mysteries. Theo didn't come from shiftless stock. The Notts worked because they wanted to. Gold and terror weren't the only tools one could use to shape Wizarding society.
"I suppose your son's survival must be a relief to you," Leontius acknowledged. "I'm aware that that for the past several years, that prospect was rather uncertain. But he'll be your greatest legacy, should he manage to find his way out from under your shadow."
If there was one thing that Leontius could say he'd succeeded at, it was keeping his daughter away from the Dark Lord. He'd never wanted her to become a Death Eater, had never wanted her to put herself in danger, and he counted himself lucky that the Dark Lord had been so focused on punishing Lucius, the leader of that fiasco of a mission, that he'd overlooked Theo's existence entirely.
Lucius spends most of his time staring at the wall. He knows every stone, wedged together over and over, repeating on the backs of his eyelids.
He scowls. Lucius doesn't want to be reminded what he did to his family's reputation. How everything he worked for, for his son and for him, for years - gone. One arrest. One mistake. One fall from grace. This will follow Draco for the rest of his life, a shadow he will never shake dogging his footsteps.
"Your daughter doesn't need a job," Lucius says. Getting a job? Having a salary? The idea is absurd. "And she'll be fine on her N.E.W.T.s. I wish Draco read as much as she did." Leontius is making himself upset over nothing. What kind of rich wizard needs a job? If Draco read as much as she did -
Lucius won't see Draco graduate, won't see him reach his full potential . . .
He will simply end, wiped out of the world with a sentence and a jury and a few contracts. "At least Draco is alive."
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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god complex? what's difficult to understand about it? im better and i know it
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952)
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mr-nott · 2 years ago
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The conversation was broken up by the arrival of one of the Auror guards, who looked at both men with an expression of deepest loathing and said, "Oi! Keep it down back here. Nobody wants to listen to your Death Eater bickering."
"Scum-licking filth," Leontius muttered, sneering and casting the Auror a look of disdain. But the Auror didn't rise to the bait, so he was unable to vent his spleen on anyone. There wasn't much Leontius could say to Lucius, either, so he simply snorted and turned away.
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The days passed slowly in Azkaban, with no books, newspapers, or wizarding wireless to keep the prisoners on death row occupied. Leontius and Lucius soon ran out of things to snipe at each other about, and eventually they found themselves commiserating rather than arguing.
"I never thought I wouldn't see Theo finish at Hogwarts," Leontius said one morning. "I always imagined I'd see her achieve her NEWTs and then help her find a research position. Who's going to help her now? Who's going to hire her now? Who will even give her a chance, knowing she's my daughter?"
Leontius is correct. There are so many suboptimal things about this situation, things Lucius will just have to hope goes well. Yet Narcissa is, he knows, much more intelligent and capable of the same kind of things that he is in order to keep herself and Draco alive. With her alive, Draco will never not have someone there to protect him as Lucius would.
"The Ministry is much like the Dark Lord," Lucius says. "They will take everything - and they want blood." There will be no blood. There will be only a veil and voices and nothing -
"They gave me Veritaserum, and interrogated me for three days on everything they could think of. Then they gave me to the judge." Several bylaws - which Lucius himself had advocated for - bar the use of Veritaserum in interrogations . . . without the victim's consent. For the immunity of Narcissa and Draco, they demanded everything he knew. The words simply fell past his lips and onto the record, every operation he planned and crime he committed and collaborator he met.
He knew on the first day that they'd kill him for just what he had admitted to, let alone everything else. Narcissa was the only one of them to hold out hope; she is not foolish enough to still indulge it.
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