althea-nott

[althea-nott]

alionheartedprig‌:

“Lily is amazing,” James said earnestly. “She’s like, the best person I know. I still can’t figure out why she’s dating me but I don’t question it unless I have to.” The thoughts of Lily were enough distraction that by the time Althea began to do the actual work, James had almost forgotten why he was here in the first place. That did not detract from the pain, of course, but he kept quiet throughout, only protesting when she said he couldn’t play Quidditch. “Wait, what? I have to go to practice. I’m the captain, I can’t just stop playing.” 

Althea couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips at the sincerity of his young love. How sweet and precious it was, such genuine emotion. She was not naive enough to expect it for herself, though she found it impossible not to wish that perhaps someday someone might talk of her the same way. “Wise words, James.” She said with a small laugh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a Ravenclaw.”

He handled the pain of setting the arm well, remaining silent even though Althea could tell it was far from pleasant for him. “I never said you couldn’t attend practice, but you by all means cannot participate until that arm is healed.” She countered easily, putting on her best no-nonsense tone. “It shouldn’t take very long if you take care of it properly.”  

#james #james001

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belleza-immortale‌:

“I find healing fascinating” Amara acknowledged, “but I believe I allowed my interest to show too late. By the time I finish Hogwarts I’ll only have completed five months of an internship and I am not entirely sure that my husband-to-be will allow me to continue to pursue this field”. She had never spoken to the man but her assumption was reasonable. Her family was known for their ancient bloodline and their vineyards. With her brother indisposed the entirety of their inheritance would fall to her. No doubt this arrangement was a money grab and in order to secure that money she would need to train in business, not medicine.  

Althea hesitated a moment, mulling over Amara’s words. It wasn’t often that pureblood women took on careers of their own, and far from unusual for husbands to insist their wives remain at home. Still, war was brewing and with it room for change. Surely Amara knew that? Perhaps it was foolish of her to reveal her hand so readily, but Althea’s heart bled for a girl so very much like her and longing to pursue grander dreams. “Even your husband-to-be can’t argue we need healers now more than ever. Particularly those loyal to our own…” Her words were soft, though pointed, and Althea determined that was as far as she dare hint at any sort of allegiance until she knew more of which side- if any- Amara was loyal to. 

#amara #amara001

[althea-nott]

quentin-crabbe‌:

January 5th, 1978

Dear Althea, 

I’m writing to inform you.…. I just want you to know….. I would like to apologize for my re-writes. I would have you another piece of parchment but I have already used quite a few during drafts for my reply to you. What has happened is difficult to describe. I am thankful to say that I am perfectly fine and safe. Thank you for writing. It means a lot. 

I am apart of the Potions club and Dueling club. Though in my actual free time I like to hang out with my friends. Gwendolyn Goyle and Lucius Malfoy. 

Thankfully, 

Quentin 

January 5th, 1978

Quentin,

I hope you’ll forgive how short my response is- I stepped away from work for a moment to write it. I’m relived to hear you are alright when I know so many others weren’t as lucky.

Do you enjoy Professor Slughorn’s classes as much as I did? Or perhaps you prefer Dueling club? My best wishes for you and your friends- I assume they are safe as well?

-Althea 

#Letters #letters.quentin

[althea-nott]

healermargoking‌:

Margo’s eyes narrowed a bit, curiously, at Althea’s statement. Margo had come because it was part of her training and she knew she could be closer to her sister here. But it seemed Althea had ulterior motives. “You can’t just drop that and expect me not to ask. You know that, right? Curiosity has always been a strong suit for me - Mum calls it nosiness but curiosity sounds better. What were your reasons for coming?” 

Althea couldn’t help but laugh at Margo’s curiosity. Of course she knew she couldn’t allude to some ulterior motive for her transfer to Hogwarts and expect her friend to merely accept it without prodding her for more details. “Your curiosity is completely understandable.” Althea assured her with a smile. “I told you about the betrothal, didn’t I?” She asked, her eyebrows raising pointedly. “And how he is still in school finishing his final year…” Her sentence trailed off suggestively, knowing Margo would easily piece together her reasoning. Of course, Quentin wasn’t the only reason she had welcomed the escape back to Hogwarts, but he was the only reason she felt remotely comfortable discussing aloud. And even then she could still feel the heat of a blush on her cheeks.  

#margo #margo001

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alionheartedprig‌:

“Considering all that I’ve done in the past, I think acting as your guinea pig is the least I can do.” He laughed, although he was careful not to jostle his arm too badly. Maybe Lily hadn’t been in the hospital wing as much lately, or they just hadn’t crossed paths yet. Lily had been under a lot of pressure so it wasn’t that surprising. “She’s Head Girl, so she’s pretty busy all around,” he said, nodding. “But she’s really passionate about healing. Oh, I like to play Quidditch and … that’s about it. I mean - I’ve been studying too,” he said, watching her a little warily as she worked. It wasn’t a matter of trust, because he really didn’t doubt her skill. But his arm hurt and he wasn’t keen on more pain at the moment. “I don’t really know what I want to do in the future though. I used to think maybe Quidditch but that seems really … unimportant now.” 

“She sounds like a very focused girl.” Althea commented kindly, gently rolling James’s sleeve out of the way so that she might better inspect his arm, her fingers probing gently at his elbow to determine the best placement for the healing magic she was about to perform. Althea preferred to have a decent line of dialogue between herself and her patients when they were capable of such things. It always seemed to help if she could get their focus off of their pain or symptoms for a few moments at least. Politics, however, was one topic of conversation Althea preferred not to discuss with anyone if she could avoid it. With only a few curt words of preparation, she lifted her wand, waved it in practiced motions, and set James’s elbow back into place. “Well, I can safely say that you’ll be away from Quidditch for a few days while we make sure that mends properly.” She said, reaching for a bandage to stabilize the elbow at the proper angle. 

#james #james001

[althea-nott]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Quentin wasn’t supposed to be where he was at the moment, having supposed to be released completely separate from where everybody else was. As soon as he’d been able to move though, he didn’t care about what was ‘supposed’ to happen. Even as he heard Aurors calling out his name, it all blended in with all the other noise around him. All he could focus on was the fact that he could actually touch Althea. Hold her and Vincent in his arms. He didn’t want to ever let her go, even though he knew that he would have too. If only so that they could go home. For now he only pulled back a bit. Resting his forehead against hers, he moved one of his arms to Vincent. Maneuvering so that their son was now tucked away in his arm and his free one was holding his wife close. 

It was still surreal that they were all standing there together. That he wasn’t being escorted to Azkaban in that moment. “I’m so sorry you had to sit through all of that.” He murmured to her quietly, mainly so that onlookers would be unable to overhear. Quentin was fully aware of the flashing lights and the watchful eyes on them during that moment. A moment that should have been just between the three of them, but they’d been too impatient to wait. He held back his tears though, that would be one thing he did not allow them to see. He didn’t even want Althea too see him cry, though he knew that she would as soon as they were within the confines of their own home. “Let’s just- Let’s go home, alright?” He asked, a desperate look in his eyes as he looked into hers. 

There were lost of things that he was unsure of, all having to do with what would happen after this. Would he still have his job at the ministry? If not, then who would hire him? What was he even good at? Would would he do if Vincent every asked him about his time spent as Death Eater? Would it be best to be upfront about it, or should they hold off on telling him until he got older. Most he would discuss with Althea. He also wondered what was going through her mind, if her supporting him through all of this would affect her somehow. Even though he was found innocent. The verdict meant close to nothing when he was sure that many people still thought of him as guilty. When he himself knew that he was guilty. At least of somethings. He definitely could’ve been worse, probably would have been worse if it hadn’t been for his wife. Her influence on him.  

Althea shifted, allowing Quentin to take their son from her arms, their movements instinctively working together without so much as a second thought. It had taken them practice at first, when Vincent had been so new, so fragile, and them so inexperienced. How careful they had been when passing him back and forth, watching carefully to mind his head and anticipate any of his wild movements so as not to let him fall. It had been a gradual shift in their confidence in themselves as parents and in each other, a new familiarity between them growing until they found a sense of ease in their practiced movements. Still, Althea’s hand lingered at Vincent’s back as he settled in his father’s arm just in case he managed to squirm his way out. The sight of Quentin holding their son had her eyes stinging once again and Althea let them flutter shut, her forehead still resting against her husband’s as she took deep, calming breaths. They were safe, they were together, and they were free from all of the horrors that had plagued them during the war.

I’m so sorry you had to sit through all of that. Althea’s eyes snapped open to meet Quentin’s at his apology, her brows drawing together. “Don’t-” She whispered, her gaze meeting his earnestly as if she might convey the words she left unspoken. Don’t apologize to me. If either of them should have apologized, it should have been her. For years she had worked to undermine Quentin’s every move in the war, taking whatever knowledge she had of his assignments, and the plans of their friends, family, and allies back to the enemy to thwart them at every turn. Quentin had known of her schemes all along and what had he done? Supported her, protected her, even loved her in spite of her betrayal. If either of them had caused the other any sort of suffering, she was to blame, and it was she who should apologize to him.

At his prompting, Althea pulled away from Quentin in order to grasp his hand and tug him gently in the direction of the floos. Aurors had encircled them in their short reunion, and were working to hold the crowds around them at bay, for which Althea was grateful. She caught the eye of the one who had led her to the courtroom and gave him a small nod of thanks before setting her sights forward and walking at a dignified pace toward the nearest floo that would take them away to their safe haven. “Take Vincent and go, I’ll be right behind you.” Althea said softly, her hands gently pushing him toward the floo and stepping in front so that she might shield him from the photographers closing in around them. She lingered for a moment, straightening the collar of Quentin’s shirt and smoothing a dark lock away from Vincent’s face before stepping back out of reach of the green flames. No sooner had they died down than Althea stepped into place, turning to look out at the crowd one last time as she reached for a fistful of Floo Powder, before closing her eyes and letting it fall at her feet, returning home and to her family there waiting for her. 

#the end #future thread #future.quentin #the trial

[althea-nott]

althea-nott‌:

quentin-crabbe‌:

January 2nd, 1977 

Dear Althea, 

Well if it is any consolation, I found the fumbling more charming then anything. Helped to ease the tension of it all a bit. 

Finding out if we have anything in common would be nice, as that will surely help make conversation easier. Tell me, did you also find Professor Binn’s lectures extremely boring? Also, I believe my parents mentioned that you are studying to become a healer. Was that inspired by Madame Pomfrey at all, or some other reason? 

Sincerely, 

Quentin A. Crabbe ~ Feel free to call me Quentin.  

January 3rd, 1978

Dear Quentin,

To know that I was able to ease any of the tension that night is of course a consolation, and to think you found my clumsiness charming, I’ll admit, is endearing.

I see we have found something in common already, I too found Professor Binn’s lectures extremely boring. I used to spend his lectures completing other assignments so that I might earn myself some more free time to do as I pleased. What do you like to do in your spare time? When I attended Hogwarts I was a member of the Astronomy club, the Charms club, the Potions club, and the Slug Club.

While Madame Pomfrey is an extremely talented healer, I cannot say she was my true inspiration in becoming one myself. Rather a wizard I think we’ve both come to admire greatly suggested my talents were best suited to healing, and that our community might benefit from my knowledge of the practice.

Sincerely,

Althea 

January 4th, 1978

Quentin,

I heard about the attack on Hogsmeade. Are you alright? I’m sure the school is overrun by owls at the moment, and I’m sure you have many others to write before answering my letter, but please let me know that you are safe.

Be well,

Althea

@quentin-crabbe​ 

#Letters #letters.quentin

[althea-nott]

quentin-crabbe‌:

January 2nd, 1977 

Dear Althea, 

Well if it is any consolation, I found the fumbling more charming then anything. Helped to ease the tension of it all a bit. 

Finding out if we have anything in common would be nice, as that will surely help make conversation easier. Tell me, did you also find Professor Binn’s lectures extremely boring? Also, I believe my parents mentioned that you are studying to become a healer. Was that inspired by Madame Pomfrey at all, or some other reason? 

Sincerely, 

Quentin A. Crabbe ~ Feel free to call me Quentin.  

January 3rd, 1978

Dear Quentin,

To know that I was able to ease any of the tension that night is of course a consolation, and to think you found my clumsiness charming, I’ll admit, is endearing.

I see we have found something in common already, I too found Professor Binn’s lectures extremely boring. I used to spend his lectures completing other assignments so that I might earn myself some more free time to do as I pleased. What do you like to do in your spare time? When I attended Hogwarts I was a member of the Astronomy club, the Charms club, the Potions club, and the Slug Club.

While Madame Pomfrey is an extremely talented healer, I cannot say she was my true inspiration in becoming one myself. Rather a wizard I think we’ve both come to admire greatly suggested my talents were best suited to healing, and that our community might benefit from my knowledge of the practice.

Sincerely,

Althea 

#Letters #letters.quentin

[althea-nott]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Who: Quentin Crabbe & Althea Nott @althea-nott

When: Beginning December 28th, going forward 

What: Letter Correspondence between the two 

December 28th, 1977: 

Dear Ms. Nott, 

Firstly I would like to apologize for how I acted when we met back in August. I was fairly nervous and am not usually that quiet. Secondly, I am writing to try and get to know you better. I figured with me being at school and you busy with work, we will not have many opportunities to meet up as others might. Please do not feel obligated to write back, I will understand if you do not want to or do not have the time. 

Sincerely, 

Quentin A. Crabbe 

December 30th, 1977

Dear Mr. Crabbe,

Your apology, though greatly appreciated, is not necessary. I believe the formality of our meeting in August was to blame for any awkwardness between us and I assure you that I was nervous as well. I am more of the quiet sort myself, but I don’t tend to fumble my silverware as I did that night. Besides, casual conversation is difficult to manage under the circumstances we found ourselves.

I think your idea to write to one another is a great one, as I would like to know more about you as well. It’s my hope that we’ll find some things in common, or find that words come easier in the future.

Sincerely,

Althea C. Nott ~ Though, please, call me Althea. 

#letters #letters.quentin

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liz-killick‌:

Elizabeth let out a small laugh at the joke, listening to the girl explain her lifestyle to her. It was odd to think that they were both witches, had the same opportunities when it came to education, and yet things were still so different for them. She was happy to hear that Althea’s parents had been careful in their decision. Everyone knew rumors of pureblood parents being harsh and cold, and while she didn’t actually know Althea’s parents, it made her think that her parents weren’t like that. It was odd to hear so many things about purebloods, usually being on the outside of things and to finally be ‘in the know’ about it all. Truthfully it was hard to know what she should believe when it came to everything that she’s heard, but it had also never particularly affected her too much. 

The question came as a surprise to her. “What, married?” She asked for clarification in that moment. It was odd to think of herself getting married. Of course as a child she’d pictured herself married, and most likely with a child at this point. But as a child she also hadn’t imagined she was a witch and would go to a magical school. “I’m not sure,” Liz shrugged. “I suppose at one point I thought I’d be married by now, back in school I even thought I knew who it’d be too. But he-” She stopped herself. Althea was probably one of her best friends, but she still found the subject hard to talk about with her. “It didn’t work out. Right now I’m just happy that I was able to focus on my career and get the exact job I wanted when I did. If that means becoming an old spinster, then I’m fine with that.” 

Althea nodded, clarifying the meaning of her question. She was curious to know if her friend wished her life had turned out differently. Althea could never imagine spending the rest of her life single, though she supposed she had never been allowed to. Of course every good little pureblooded girl dreamed of getting married, so she did as well. But since the betrothal, she had considered it much more seriously and Althea still supposed that she did want to be married someday. There was something beautiful about sharing your life with someone else, building a home and a family together. Though she blushed to think that she very well might have that future with Quentin specifically, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want it at all.

“I’m sorry” Althea said quietly, her brows narrowing in concern over the mention of the failed relationship. She wouldn’t push for details, knowing well enough that Liz would share them if she wished to. Instead, she only reached a hand out to squeeze her friend’s arm. “But if you’re happy, that’s all that matters and you’ve done so well for yourself.” At one time, Althea might have tacked on ‘for a muggleborn’ but that was hardly fair. Liz had done well for herself by anyone’s standards, and she deserved every bit of recognition without caveat. In an attempt to lighten the mood Althea tipped her head thoughtfully and tried her best not to smile. “And what do you mean become an old spinster? I thought you were one already.” She teased, poking fun at the age difference between them. 

#liz #liz001

[althea-nott]

quentin-crabbe‌:

Quentin took a moment to glance up at Althea, a moment to breath and anchor himself back to reality. A step to stopping himself from spiraling out of control. The more he talked about the past, the more likely he was to forget what exactly he was working towards. Forget the lie that he was trying to sell. Even though he would have preferred for Vincent not to be there, part of him was thankful that the boy was as he reminded him why he was doing this. His family. Not the one he had grown up in, no that had fallen apart long ago. The family that he had built with Althea. They were what mattered the most to him. If he had to lie to keep them, then he would lie as much as necessary. 

“At any point did you consider leaving the Death Eaters, turning yourself in, or reporting known members? If so, why didn’t you?” The question caused him to pause for a moment. Just how much should he reveal? Too much, and remaining members that might slip through the cracks could come after him. If he started listing off names now, would that appear to be a pathetic attempt to clear his own? Everything with the war should be over now, but there were so many unknowns. At the same time, there were so many possibilities now. Possibilities that he was sure Vincent would have that he just didn’t. Each and everyone was something he wanted to see some day, and hoped he would get the chance. 

“I thought about all of that.” A small stir in the crowd. It was as if they were reacting to everything he said, every small glance and head movement. He wondered for a moment who was all up there but it was too hard to tell from how he sat. Quentin also didn’t bother looking at anyone who wasn’t Althea or the members of the Wizengamot. “Except I couldn’t. When you’re being controlled, you can’t do anything they don’t want you to do. Even during times that I wasn’t being controlled, I knew that if I stepped out of line it wouldn’t affect just me but my wife as well.” He let out a shaky breath, though it was hardly noticeable as he kept his voice steady. “Now we have a son, and if my actions had caused something to happen to either of them, then I don’t know what I would have done. So yes I considered all those things. But this wasn’t just about me.” 

Murmuring, deliberating among the members. Nodding. Were they nodding because he was guilty, or because he was proven innocent? It was impossible to tell with the steady increase in restlessness among the crowd. It felt as if everything had lasted for hours, though he knew that it might’ve been five minutes at most. Silence was called for, signalling that they were moving forward. Whether that meant further questioning or the end of the trial was unknown until Crouch started to speak. “In regards to the charges brought against Quentin Aldric Crabbe,” He spoke out. “The court has found him to be not guilty on all counts.” The reactions were almost deafening. “Court dismissed” The statement was hardly heard. Though as the Wizengamot stood, Quentin was also pulled away and out of the courtroom. 

He waited anxiously as they released his binds. Letting him go and he heard murmurs of what seemed like an apology of sorts. He didn’t bother paying attention to them though, or the people he passed on his walk to find Althea. They’d been together before the trial but it still felt like they’d been apart for weeks. Going past other people also meant ignoring all of the comments they made towards him, obviously not convinced by what he’d said. Since the Wizengamot had found him innocent, there was nothing they could do. Instead he blocked them out, something that became easier as he laid his eyes on Althea. Opening his mouth to say something, no words came out as he wrapped his arms around her, being careful not to squish Vincent who was still in her arms.  

“At any point did you consider leaving the Death Eaters, turning yourself in, or reporting known members? If so, why didn’t you?” Althea held her breath, silently willing Quentin to tell the truth but forcing herself not to coach him from the stands. It was difficult to hold her head still when it would have been so easy to nod along encouragingly, and she had to remind herself that doing so would only negate his response. The longer he paused to mull the question over, however, the more Althea feared Quentin wasn’t sure how to answer, too focused on trying to say what he thought the Wizengamont wanted to hear. She needn’t have worried. His words rang with the sincere honesty she had found so familiar over their years together, something that couldn’t be faked even if there were so many present today who would have liked to think so.

When Quentin mentioned her and their son, Althea felt the crowds turn to glance her way, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his, fighting to keep her tears at bay as her arms wrapped protectively around Vincent. Everything Quentin had done, he had done for her and for their son. How many times had they whispered of running away? Of Quentin switching sides as she had? And yet he had never done so, for her sake and for the sake of the precious boy bundled in her arms. To betray the Dark Lord would have meant forfeiting everything, starting over from scratch, and rebuilding their lives. That they would have done gladly if it hadn’t also meant putting their lives on the line along with Vincent’s. The moment Quentin had switched sides, they would have been marked as traitors, hunted by those who had once been their comrades in arms, their neighbors, their friends, their own family. No one lived once the Dark Lord marked them for death. No one, except for one little boy.

The murmurs pulled Althea from her thoughts, and she tore her gaze from her husband to glance around the room, trying to gauge the reactions of those around her. Curious whispers, suspicious glances, and resigned nods passed between members of the Wizengamont and Althea sent silent, pleading prayers to whoever might be listening for the verdict to be an innocent one. Vincent squirmed in her arms, his small fingers again curling around a strand of her hair but she couldn’t be bothered to stop him from tugging on it, as it was a welcome distraction from the way her stomach curled in knots. She glanced down at him, her thumb brushing a rosy cheek before smoothing his dark curls so very like his father’s. How unbothered he was, unaware of the severity of the situation their little family had found themselves in, and how their very futures hung in the balance. The suspense was too much, and yet Althea would have lived in that moment forever if it meant prolonging the worst, her breath again catching as the Wizengamont called for silence.

“In regards to the charges brought against Quentin Aldric Crabbe, the court has found him to be not guilty on all counts.” The sea of onlookers around Althea seemed to explode as witches and wizards jumped to their feet, yelling words of protest at the verdict, and yet Althea paid them no mind. Though her features remained resolute, she could feel the hot tears of relief spilling down her cheeks as she, too, rose to her feet, watching as Quentin was pulled from the room. It was then that she realized she had no idea as to where they would take him. Another holding room perhaps? Or would they release him into the crowd so angry to see him walk free? Spinning on her heel, she pushed her way through the crowds, wiping the tears from her cheeks before journalists could snap pictures, and pushed her way back into the corridors she had walked only a short while ago but now without the heavy weight of the trial hanging on her shoulders. Voices called out to her, trying to halt her in her tracks for a word about the verdict, but Althea only pushed her way between them, lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the flashes of cameras, until she found who she was looking for.

While she had been so painfully aware of those around her watching as she searched, the moment she laid eyes on Quentin, it was as if they all melted away. She ignored the continuous shouts as her pace quickened and she very nearly ran into Quentin’s arms. Her free arm clutched him tightly as more tears spilled down her cheeks and silent sobs shook her body. “Thank goodness…. oh Merlin… thank goodness…” she cried, her words muffled against his shoulder. “Quentin-“ Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt as she held all of the words she might have said at bay, tucking them away for later when there weren’t so many curious onlookers. The shouts around them seemed to fade uncomfortably, though whether that was out of some sort of reluctant respect for the reunion they were witnessing, or a morbid curiosity to hear what was said between them, Althea didn’t know and she didn’t much care so long as Quentin was free. 

#future thread #future.quentin #the trial

[althea-nott]

adbellatrix‌:

Where: Hog’s Head Inn | Who: Anyone

Hog’s Head Inn was the furthest thing from luxury. From its dingy decor to its ever so musky smell, the establishment wasn’t known for being a friendly place… although perhaps that was one of its charms? The meek never ventured far enough to sit in its seats, preferring Three Broomsticks to this hole in the wall. Instead of boisterous students, Hog’s Head was home to the unsavory folk. The kind that got too curse-happy once they had enough firewhiskey. Bellatrix looked to her left, her glass touching her lips. There was a pair of thieves, with their trophies displayed on their table. No one would pay them much mind while they counted their winnings. To her right, a group of wizards that kept their voices much too hush to be speaking about anything legal. Bellatrix smirked. While each man fancied himself menacing, it was an eighteen-year-old girl that was the most dangerous person in the room. 

A small breeze and a clatter of the door announced another visitor. Perhaps it was someone looking for trouble, or someone who wanted a piece of mind? Either way, Bellatrix kept her eyes on her drink. The chair next to her slide across the wooden floor and she raised an eyebrow. It was certainly a bold choice, after all, the name Bellatrix Black wasn’t synonymous with welcoming. Placing her empty glass on the table, she licked her lips. “Three Broomsticks is a couple doors over, love.” Ever so amused, she cast her eyes on the stranger, raking them up and down.  

Althea had never ventured into the Hog’s Head Inn during her time at Hogwarts. Its dingy appearance was enough to make any potential patron think twice about sitting down to dinner or drinks, but the inn’s reputation for hosting disreputable clientele was perhaps the true reason so many gave the doors a wide berth when passing by. Only the most adventurous and/or criminal dared to push their way in. Althea had never been very adventurous, and she certainly didn’t consider herself criminal, though she supposed a case could be made for the latter depending on which side of the brewing war one stood. She hadn’t planned on visiting the inn on her trip to Hogsmeade, but a familiar figure making their way inside had caught her attention.

It had taken Althea much too long to pack up the courage to make her way inside after Bellatrix Black, but eventually she had forced herself to cross to the door and throw it open before she could turn around and walk back to Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. She was painfully aware of the way the patrons of the inn turned at her entrance, and ducking her head as to avoid meeting their gazes, Althea strode toward Bellatrix’s table and plopped down into the seat next to her. “I don’t suppose you’d want to head over that way with me?” She asked with a small, nervous laugh. “I always preferred the Three Broomsticks during my days at school.”  

#hi hi #sorry this took me so long #bellatrix #bellatrix001

[althea-nott]

ludobitchbagman‌:

Following her advice, Ludovic took a deep breath. “I really shouldn’t have taken that dare.” He said, in between breaths. 

“What dare?” Althea asked, dismaying at the thought of what he might have ingested. “Did you eat or take something you shouldn’t have?” 

#ludo #ludo001

[althea-nott]

liz-killick‌:

Liz couldn’t help but laugh at the girls reaction, knowing that she was only being a little over dramatic about it. “Sorry,” She said halfheartedly, though she would temporarily stop teasing her for the time being. The woman couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Althea, having to marry someone who she barely knew. She knew plenty of people who who’s marriages turned out terrible even when they had known the other person for years. Her own parents were a perfect example, though the stress of having a witch for a daughter had definitely had something to do with their inevitable divorce. This certainly wasn’t the same case though, and it wasn’t about her. “I don’t think you’re crazy. I really can’t judge because I never had to worry about such a thing.” She smiled to her, hoping it would let Althea know that she really didn’t think negatively about her situation. 

Even though Liz had never had to worry about an arrange marriage, she knew enough about them. They were made due to connections, or rather so that connections could be made between families. The woman didn’t know enough about Althea’s family to possibly know what they would want from Quentin Crabbe and his family. Nor did she know what either really had to offer, other than being purebloods. Even so, Liz would like to be there for the girl if she could. She was sure this was going to be a difficult time for her between training and the inevitable wedding. “That does sound a little awful.” She sighed, furrowing her brows. The woman extended an arm to the girl and placed a gently hand on her shoulder. “I really can’t even imagine- I guess that’s the lucky thing about being a muggleborn. Though I’d probably be married by now if I wasn’t.” 

Althea did not dismay over her arranged marriage in the way most muggleborns and halfblood assumed she would. From a young age, Althea and her friends had daydreamed of possible future matches, what it would be like to finally know the name of their betrothed and plan the wedding of their dreams. While the list of suitable matches was short, not knowing was always part of the fun as they spoke of their future husbands as nameless mystery men. Althea had always known that an arranged marriage was in her future, and while she had her concerns, they were only natural when agreeing to marry someone who was practically a stranger. “I suppose that’s fair. I don’t think I could imagine what it would be like to have to pick my own fiancé.” Althea tried to joke.

With a sigh, Althea supposed she ought to explain what she meant further. “It’s just, pureblooded boys grow up thinking they’re the center of the universe. They can be spoiled, and sometimes they can be cruel.” It was an all too common, if unspoken fact that many found themselves miserable in arranged marriages with men obsessed with power and status, caring only for the name and connections that could be gained through a marriage. “Quentin doesn’t seem the type.” She added quickly. “My parents would never have agreed to this if he did.” In fact, that was why Althea supposed they had taken so long in finding a match, as they had been incredibly careful to pick someone who would be kind.

Liz’s comment struck Althea, and her chin tilted in confusion. “Do you wish you were?” It was a very personal question, and at one point Althea wouldn’t have found it appropriate to ask. Liz was one of her closest friends, however, and they had long ago crossed the line of appropriate topics of conversation.  

#liz #liz001

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auror-alexfawley‌:

Alex was well aware that the other girl had to be careful when talking to her, and she didn’t blame her. But, their families had known each other for years so there was no harm in stopping by to say hello. Just so long as they didn’t seem too friendly then everything should be fine. “Yeah well I guess neither of us are too picky about where we work.” She laughed. Though she really didn’t mind being at Hogwarts much, it was definitely a different environment than being just about anywhere else. “I just had to come by and say hello! It’s always good to see an old family friend.” She added the last part in case anyone was trying to eavesdrop. She didn’t think there was, but one could never be too careful.  

“Speak for yourself!” Althea said with a wide grin. “I happen to be exactly where I want to be.” The move to Hogwarts had been her choice, and one that Althea hadn’t taken lightly. There had been many factors to consider before accepting the position, but in the end Althea was sure she’d made the right decision. “I’m so glad you did, it’s been ages since I’ve last seen you.” Althea added, though that wasn’t quite true. While they hadn’t seen each other publicly for some time, they had run into one another at Order meetings often enough. “How are you liking it back at Hogwarts?” 

#alex #alex001

[althea-nott]

two-thumbs-tilden‌:

Tilden was coming to find that this classroom was one of his happy places. He had loved learning and this was one of his two favorite classes. In fact, it was one of the only two he had chosen to actually pursue at the NEWT level. How he could combine them or what he was going to actually do with the rest of his life he really had no idea. His biggest ambition was starting a radio show but he had to have money to do that and as of yet he had had no successes. Not at all like Althea who seemed to be doing extremely well for herself. He wasn’t one to hold grudges though and as such was very happy for her. “I am!” he chirped, settling in the stool beside hers and setting his ingredients in front of him, “See, you are brilliant. How’s healer training going?” 

Althea did her best to fight off a smile at his compliment, shaking her head at him. She had always done well in her classes at school, but Tilden had been truly gifted when it came to potions and herbology. As her partner, he had challenged her own skill, taught her more than the professors ever could, and had been a good friend despite her family’s prejudices. It had been too long since Althea had last seen Tilden, and she was suddenly struck with how much she had missed him. “Well enough, I suppose.” She said with a shrug. “And you? How have you been, Tilden? I hear you’re assisting Professor Slughorn this semester?” 

#tilden #tilden001

[althea-nott]

belleza-immortale‌:

“It is” Amara admitted, “Like I said, I’ve spent a lot of time here lately. It seemed necessary at the time. I’m a big fan of numbers”. A month or too ago there had been an actual need for them to do everything quickly. It had only been her, Lily and Madam Pomfrey to see students through the attacks but as of late more and more people were showing up and she wasn’t needed as much. She couldn’t really understand why she needed to be here either. This place had become the most healthy distraction for her even if by the time she graduated she would only have completed five months of what was supposed to be a one year internship.  

“It seems you’re an asset to the Hospital Wing.” Althea said kindly, “Are you a fan of healing as well as numbers?” The answer seemingly obvious, Althea only asked to be polite. Surely a student wouldn’t spend so much of their time tucked away in the Hospital Wing if they didn’t have a true interest in learning more about the field. Althea almost wished she’d taken such initiative when she was in school to get a head start on learning, but she wasn’t much for taking initiative. The only reason she had even started mediwitch training was at the Dark Lord’s request and she considered herself lucky that she enjoyed it as much as she did. 

#amara #amara001