It was the twenty third of December, only two days until Christmas and Alexander's department at the Ministry of Magic were celebrating the holiday season by having a few drinks at Satan's nightclub in Knockturn Alley.
Alexander had been rather busy the past couple of months. In between finding Christmas presents for his wife, parents and younger siblings the ex-Slytherin had been doing extra study to teach himself gobbledegook, the language spoken by goblins.
Recently Alexander had finally been promoted to work in the Goblin-liaison office to cooperate with the goblins in ensuring the stability of the wizarding economy. It was the department Alexander had wanted to work for since he was sixteen: It garnered respect, was intellectually stimulating and exceptionally paid. Naturally the Nott boy wasn't anywhere near running the department yet, but he was finally doing something he loved and finally doing something besides paperwork in the werewolf registry office.
The next few days, however, Alexander would be having a break from learning gobbledegook and worrying about the likelihood of sickle devaluation. Christmas was only a snowball throw away and Alexander was going to make sure that tonight he had some fun, which was more than he could say about his current home situation where, thanks to his needy youngest sister currently lodging, he and his wife had rarely found time to be alone and intimate together.
Ordering himself a glass of whiskey and cola Alexander rested one arm on the bar and gazed over at the dance floor where a group of twenty-something year old girls were dancing freely. It appeared he wasn't the only one who had that loose, holiday-bug.
by Alexander Nott Sat Dec 26, 2015 12:58 am
