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MELINOË NOTT // SPIDER PRINCESS

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scorhmal:

Scorpius hadn’t intended to ruin a family meeting with his appearance. He couldn’t help but take notice of the amount of people suddenly disappearing when he entered rooms lately, but perhaps that was just his overactive imagination. “I suppose this is the wrong time to congratulate you on becoming a prefect then. I can’t think of anything more headache inducing than the work schedule lately.”

He wasn’t here to make jokes or to run off the two first years. It was simply on peaceful terms, it such a thing was possible. Scorpius never knew where he stood with the children he’d grown up alongside. There would always be the divide of the past or of accepting muggles. His friendship with Albus just seemed to stress this but it wasn’t as if he was going to give that up to start pal-ing it up with the purebloods. “Are you handling the adjustment well enough? I know you’re very capable of taking care of yourself…I, well, Elijah also, wanted to check in.”

     melinoë was never one for smiling, but somehow scorpius seemed to be an exception to it. they may not have been the closest, but melinoë certainly was one of the few pure-blood children still kind to him ( kind---it would always be such a strange way to describe her in any situation ). thankfully peony and theo took leave, most likely on peony’s account, not wanting to hear any ‘boring prefect talk’. “oh---thank you, but i have to say, i’m afraid the work schedule may only get worse as the year goes on.” considering the breakout. genuine death eaters, one of them her own grandfather, were on the lose and nobody in the ministry seemed to have anything under control---at least the media spun it that way and who was dumb enough to solely believe them? yet she didn’t dare say it aloud, how could she? pure-blood society, the ‘ones that are left’, was a concept that nobody understood unless they experienced it firsthand. it wasn’t all glitz and glamour, and those involved---specifically children---hardly spoke about it. well, melinoë liked to refrain from discussions no matter how many pro-purist believers she accompanied on daily basis ( and while the dark-haired witch was particularly indifferent about a lot of things, she thoroughly enjoyed politics... just not the kind that could get someone locked up in azkaban until they decided to be bold enough to escape ).

     “i am, yes. although i could do without my patrols coinciding with klemens’s.” but of course it may have been her own fault on that one; she took over if he couldn’t make it, usually. not as if she minded that part, however. it ultimately gave her more to do when she wasn’t originally scheduled, or in orchestra or potions club. but at the mention of elijah, melinoë gave a small hum of understanding. she always had... mixed emotions about him---they weren’t friends, though she wouldn’t confirm it even if they were, but she did enjoy the political debates they had some evenings. undoubtedly, she admired his ambition; not many appeared bold enough to set their eyes upon one day being minister for magic, especially when they still were in school and currently held no ministry work experience. “he wanted to check in? how sweet,” her tone of voice was evidently joking ( who knew she was capable of it? ) as she continued, “you can report back to him all is well. i am fine, everything is fine. i promise. you two would be the first i would go to if things were disastrous.” because despite anything, scorpius and elijah really were the first two prefects she’d turn to in case of an emergency she couldn’t handle.

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rcsiiers:

Whiny little voices like bait lured Eden away from the path he had initially wanted to take. Wandering the corridors in search of something to do was never a mistake: whether it be lost first years (whom he’d pretend to help, only to get them just as lost but elsewhere), Peeves (whose antics Eden was surprisingly fond of), or pitting the portraits against one another, Hogwarts was full to the brim with hidden entertainment. So really, going this way rather than that wasn’t much of all problem, all roads lead to Rome et caetera.

Small silhouettes walking towards the far end of the corridor saddened the Gryffindor some: first or second years were especially funny to mess with. Finding himself nose to nose (in a manner of speaking) with Melinoë Nott wasn’t unpleasant, but certainly not as enjoyable. Eden felt the younger student was apathetic at best, and his funny bone was never tickled in her presence. Still, she could make for interesting conversation, he supposed.

“Less headache-inducing than what? Give me a scale to work with there, Melinoë. Were those your siblings? I hadn’t realised they’d be starting school this year already.”

     at the sight of eden, melinoë stayed impartial. she didn’t hate him, yet she wasn’t exactly friends with the older student either. as if that was shocking, melinoë hardly kept friends so as it is, margaery being her longest ( fourteen years and counting going strong is one hell of a feat ). “how about just anything that isn’t as terrible as hearing professor binns drone on relentlessly about history of magic? it shouldn’t be too difficult, i doubt whatever you think of could be worse than that.” not even death was as bad as that. “but yes, that would be them. i already miss them being ten and not able to bother me here. at home was horrible enough,” she couldn’t complain too much. she could have been stuck with lestrange for a family member ( thankfully in the web of pure-bloods being related one way or another, lestrange, nott and parkinson did not intertwine ). “however i must admit i am jealous it’s your final year here. seventh year seems forever away to me.” it would be worth it, she kept telling herself. and she would become head girl---a goal that quickly formed the moment she was appointed prefect this year. who else in her class deserved it? not many people. perhaps margaery, but melinoë highly doubted her best friend would bother with it; it never seemed like her thing. well, if hogwarts can even last until their seventh year. the castle may have been ancient, but how many wars exactly can it withstand? surely only time will tell.

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THE SIBLINGS NOTT: MELINOË, PEONY AND THEODORE JR.

     “what doesn’t kill us better R U N.”

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wcrrenklemens:

“hey, melinoë. i was just wondering if you wanted to switch shifts for–” warren started. he had bounded off to find the slytherin when he found out that he had been scheduled for a shift during the gobstones club meeting. most prefects hated doing midnight rounds, so he had set off to find the person scheduled for them that night. truth be told, melinoë scared him just a little bit. she had beautiful, doll-like features, but merlin, sometimes he felt like he was speaking to a machine when they interacted. 

so when he saw two tiny melinoës standing in front of her, he got a little bit distracted. “wait, do you have siblings?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked from melinoë to theodore to peony to back to melinoë. he straightened himself up a little bit to introduce himself, “hello there. i don’t think we’ve met. i’m warren klemens, the fifth year prefect for gryffindor.”

seeing three pairs of eyes staring at him like he had intruded had somehow not deterred warren from speaking.

     at the sight of warren, melinoë kept an expressionless face despite the growing urge to frown at the intrusion. “no, these are just random first years i picked up in the great hall,” she started, voice dripping with sarcasm. of course the slytherin knew she couldn’t, more like shouldn’t, get snippy with the gryffindor---he didn’t know she had these two pests. not many people outside of the pure-blood community had, after all. but nevertheless it didn’t stop her. “we were discussing matters that do not pertain to you, and they were just---” peony cut in, flashing a teasing grin towards her sister before turning to warren. “i’m peony, and that’s theodore. you must be that nerd our sister complains about with margaery. can’t say i disagree with them now that i’ve seen you.” she was loud, at least much louder than melinoë ever had been, while theodore just nodded along with what his twin had said ( at least he was being quiet ). 

     gripping her siblings’ shoulders tightly---but not too tight, just enough to make sure they understood she wasn’t joking, she wanted them to behave. it wasn’t as if she had done it for warren’s benefit, no---she couldn’t care less about that aspect, as rude as it sounded. it looked bad for the nott name; if one of them acted up publicly, they all paid some consequence. it wasn’t theodore sr the eldest of three worried about, it was pansy. she was firm, a machiavellian goddess ready to smite you with her eight inch stilettos. she was reverential. and melinoë adored her, so much so that she nearly felt bad for taking after her father’s stoic ways. especially now her grandfather had been able to escape; the nott’s have had ministry visits, her father wrote in a letter, and she wondered why they haven’t mentioned it prior. why didn’t they give her time to get prepared? to help prepare theo and peony? before the dark-haired witch spoke again however, politely stressing to warren that he would do better if he moved along and forgot she even had siblings, theodore jr said something unexpected. it was a bit rushed, as if he didn’t want either sister to understand what he was saying, but it was clear as day: “do you know when gobstones club auditions are?” 

     peony gave a look of disgust---her twin didn’t just ask a nerd when one of the nerdiest clubs was having tryouts! if anything, warren was probably the president of the forsaken activity, peony bitterly thought not putting it past the seemingly overenthusiastic gryffindor. not even melinoë could keep her emotionless face in tact as the phrase ‘gobstones club’ came from her brother’s mouth. part of her felt proud that he was clinging to some backbone, asking for what he wanted to know despite peony being against it. it wasn’t healthy for them to be attached at the hip like they were, and it gave her a sickening reminder of what could happen if they continued without growing into their own people: they could become like raziela and archibald. that was the LAST thing melinoë wanted, even if every adult in their community thought the lestrange-rowle arrangement ( it wasn’t even an official arrangement, either ) was the crème de la crème---only a select few saw the duo for what they truly were: spawns of satan intertwined. “theo! you CAN’T be serious! i am NOT joining that ridiculous excuse of a club, not even if YOU do.”  melinoë watched in a mix of annoyance and amusement as the young witch relentlessly went on, going as far as accusingly jabbing a slim finger in warren’s direction. “and you! who do you even think you are? just because you have a prefect badge doesn’t mean you can waltz up to us when we were talking. we didn’t ask for an introduction, we didn’t want one! and now all of a sudden MY brother is asking about your loser club? as if--” mel’s grip tightening even more on peony, silently asking for her to reel it in. thankfully, she did, and melinoë finally got a word in.

     “warren,” her tone was stressed---almost... PLEADING for this to end swiftly. “tell my brother when and where the auditions or whatever you have for the club are before i tell headmistress mcgonagall you were upsetting them.” because peony was a brat and nobody, especially not mel, had time for it. even if warren had to be threatened someway.

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MELINOË NOTT // a playlist for our residential baby ice queen. [ LISTEN ]

01. theme song: fire / classical new age piano music 02. fight song: warriors / vitamin string quartet cover 03. crying song: unsteady / vitamin string quartet cover 04. guilty pleasure song: dear you -feel- / kenzie smith 05. relaxation song: zelda’s lullaby / taylor davis 06. sex song: katawaredoki / radwimps 07. love song: salut d’amour, op. 12 / anonymous, edward elgar, nigel kennedy, steven isserlis, peter pettinger 08. drunk karaoke/party song: can’t stop the feeling / vitamin string quartet cover 09. favorite song: hikaru nara (soft version) / kenzie smith 10. house song: crown imperial / william walton, english northern philharmonia, paul daniel

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     after a moment of listening to little theodore and peony express their ‘concerns’ about their grandfather being one of the escapees, melinoë only nodded along. she should have been more worried, she understood, but the witch didn’t have it in her to care quite yet. if at all, really. “yes, yes.. i get you two are only first years, but---” theodore cut her off before she could finish. “meli! you don’t get it!” only to have peony join in soon after, “yeah, everyone already hates us!” melinoë sighed, resisting the compelling urge to roll her eyes at the twins. “if they already hate you, that means they were never good enough to befriend you.”

     and just as she thought she finally made any sense to her siblings, they both huffed in unison, “says the person with only one friend!” referring to margaery, no doubt; the two have been thick as thieves since diapers. however before melinoë spoke more, she noticed a figure coming towards them. which prompted her to shoo away her siblings, telling them they’ll finish this later, to much of their dismay.

     “if you came to complain about something, at least make it less headache inducing. for your sake and mine.”

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#, %

Send “#” for a RANDOM note.

     hey potter… do you think i could get away with mixing draught of living death in everyone’s pumpkin juice at breakfast? just a hypothetical question, naturally.

– melinoë nott

Send “%” for a CURIOUS note.

     are you and scorpius dating? you are always together, and frankly i mean no offense to either of you when i say, i would not exactly be surprised if you said yes. even if you are a potter, i suppose everyone deserves someone… well, that’s debatable actually, never mind.

– melinoë nott

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ツ

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED note. [ during the summer tbh ]

       if my mother knew i was sending you this, she would likely become sour. probably ready to curse your entire family, merlin knows how she can be. however, i am not my mother, and i wanted to know if you were available to meet up? i am aware you are a year older than i, so you may already know this one… but i was reading a potion book my father owns and the befuddlement draught caught my attention! apparently it makes the taker confused and reckless, so naturally i need a test subject because there is no way i’m using it on myself. only unless you would wish to be the subject, this is not me asking for that. it is me asking for your help, if you are interested? 

     basically i wanted to test it on your grandfather because even my own father goes on about how aggravating he is, and from what i have seen at events, i can concur. plus, imagine how hilarious it would be to watch him under the affects!

– melinoë nott

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ø,ツ,& (margaery)

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT note.

     are you sleeping? it looks like you are. i am… admittedly having a hard time doing so, knowing my grandfather was one of the escapees. if people weren’t ignoring me before due to being afraid, they sure are now. is it bad i find some humor to the situation? probably.

– melinoë nott

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED note. [ 31 october, 2019; third year ]

     before you say “ew, that’s a muggle thing”—not that i really blame you, granted—but hear me out. some older slytherin students are planning on doing this thing called an ‘ouija board’. it is supposed to be a way to summon or talk to ghosts, maybe demons!! the ghosts here are lame anyway, and i think meeting an actual demon could be a cool and interesting experience! maybe that just happens to be me. plus i doubt archibald will enjoy the idea, if you wanted to get back at him for being… well, himself. no offense.

– melinoë nott

Send “&” for a LOVING note.

     maggie, i would like to leave this as an apology of sorts. melpomene got out of her cage last night and may have found a resting place inside your shoes. don’t worry, though, she did not do anything. and even if she had, i made sure they were just as you left them prior. i would have wanted to tell you this in person, but you were still asleep and i did not wish to awake you. i’ll make sure to save you a spot at breakfast—and your favorites, of course.

– melinoë nott

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fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

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MELINOË NOTT AND MARGAERY ROWLE.

i was not made to be subtle.

@mcrgcery

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MELINOË I. NOTT: an aesthetic.

❝ i am MINE, before i am ANYONE else’s. ❞

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