Theodore Nott had been in work late. Being a lawyer it sometimes meant that he was drawn into work at odd times, whether that be for client arrests or because the Ministry requested him on an urgent case. It seemed that today had been one of those days. A suspected member of the werewolf pack, who happened to be Theodore's client, had been captured and brought before the department of magical law enforcement with charges against him for 'conspiracy.' What nonsense. In fact, the whole shenanigan was nonsense lately as it soon became apparent Theodore's client was as much a werewolf as Gideon Pierce himself. This wasn't the first time Mr Nott was getting rather tired of his work in the legal sector.
Working as a lawyer sure had provided his family with additional wealth, allowing his children to have the latest model broom, first class seats at Quidditch games and expensive robes from the most luxury of pure blood accredited designers. Yes. Theodore couldn't deny the wealth hadn't been appealing but had it been exactly necessary? In all honesty, no.
Both his parents were serving a life sentence in Azkaban, along with Pansy's Mother to boot, meaning their wealth had already been passed into Theodore and his brother. They may have had to share some of that gold but it would have provided them with enough to sustain a life of luxury working a less stressful, less demanding job. The wizard had always fancied the idea of returning to Hogwarts to teach, perhaps one day becoming Headmaster, but his wife had forever shot this idea down. 'You'll never be around for the children!' Was her response. Not that this was a decent excuse now that all of their children were at Hogwarts or had graduated.
In a twist if fate had he been at Hogwarts as a Professor Theodore would have been with his children when they were most in need. Allyson and Anastasia were both on the Hogwarts Express, the Hogwarts Express that was currently sinking to the depths of The Blake Lake.
You could argue that it was lucky Theodore had been in the Ministry seeing to a time waster of a case or else he wouldn't have been around to hear of a warning from the Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress. Of course it wasn't his job to respond to their call of aid, he was a lawyer and a private one at that. None the less Theodore had apparated back to the Nott manor. Pansy needed to know. They both needed to be there. What if something had happened to his precious Allyson
and Anastasia?
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Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Pansy wasn't alone. Upon the departure of her husband, and knowing that he would be out of the house for a while, the witch had invited round one of her more secret friends. A male friend. A male friend with whom she'd promised to show a good time to after an interview about his discovery of a new use of dragons blood. Oh how she liked her powerful men.
'Pansy! Pansy!' Theodore's voice shouting through the house caused her to jump, much to the misfortune of the man in her bed. Her husband was back. Why had he come back so early? Surely he was still needed at the ministry?
'Hide!' Pansy spat, reaching for her silk dressing gown and wrapping it around her whilst the man (whose name she had already forgotten) scuttled through to the en-suite.
'Yes?' She called out, departing the bedroom and coming face to face with her husband in the hallway.
'Pansy, it's Hogwarts. The train, it's, it's gone into the lake! Our Ally! Our precious Ally!'
'Calm down!' Pansy called silencing his disjointed, breathy rambling. To any Mother the Father completely ignoring the fact more than just one daughter was in danger would have bothered them, Pansy had learnt different. Anastasia wasn't Theodore's child. She knew it. He knew it. Of course the witch had hoped Theodore would treat her as his own, that had been his promise, but Anastasia and her 'Father' were too different. They shared no similarities nor had anything in common besides the dark hair, not surprising given the fact Anastasia Nott didn't have the Nott genes but nobody else was aware of that.
'Take some floo powder and go to The Three Broomsticks, see if you can help out. I'll follow you.' The death eater ordered her husband calmly watching him stutter some ridiculously incomprehensible whimpers before running down the stairs to the fireplace in the hallway. In a flash of green he had gone.
'You need to leave.' Pansy told the man in her bathroom as she returned.
'But, we were only just-'
'I have a story to swag and you won't be here when I come back.' Pansy interrupted before leaking the en-suite and slipping into more acceptable attire. Perhaps Pansy was a little cynical. There her children were in mortal danger, possibly drowning at the bottom of The Black Lake and here she was more interested in making history upon the front page of The Daily Prophet. Naturally there was that part of her that was worried, anxious for her children but right now she was a daily prophet reporter not a Mother. She couldn't let her maternal feelings cloud her journalistic skill, not after losing the article about the Hogwarts reforms to another journalist. If there was one thing Pansy hated more than a muggle born half breed it was someone who beat her to a story. Not today, however, would that be happening.
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The scene was beautifully disastrous. The sounds of screams were like music to the witches ears. Students were being given CPR on the sure, hopefully a few deaths would pull at the heartstrings of readers; James Blood and has packs presence would strike a bit of fear into the readers, additionally it would provide her with a chance to rant about the ministry's mixed priorities; there were villagers and ministry wizards there to help the students up to the castle to safety, a community of Herod never failed to make a good read and spark a bit of confidence in readers and, the most important piece of them all, the viaduct had collapsed and the train had plummeted into the deep murky waters of The Black lake. It would make a perfect story.
A sly smirk curled from the corners of Pansy's lips as she simply stood with her parchment and quill documenting the drama amidst the chaos. Perhaps when things died down the opportunity to nab a few quotes would rise. Nothing tasted better than power and right now the power to inform the rest of the wizarding world was entirely in her hands.
(OOC: sorry if my writing is really sloppy it's late here, I'm tired but was too eager to send Pansy in!
Now it's goodnight - I also wanted to throw a bit more of an idea about her husband out there. I've been debating about claiming him for a while)