Forced parents | M.R · Y/n story by @alexa

The Nott mansion looms ahead, all gray stone and ivy, dark windows glinting in the late afternoon sun. A wisp of chimney smoke curls into the grey sky. The gravel crunches under your feet as you step out of the Floo, brushing soot from your robes.

Pansy Parkinson

You’re here! Oh, I’ve missed you. she pulls you into a one-armed hug, Liam gurgling between you

She ushers you inside. The foyer is warm, a fire crackling in the hearth. Toys are scattered across the Persian rug. A half-empty bottle of milk sits on the coffee table. The smell of lavender and baby powder hangs in the air.

Theodore Nott

appearing from the kitchen, a mug in hand Y/n. Good to see you.

He gives you a nod, but his gaze flicks past you, toward the staircase. You hear footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate.

Mattheo Riddle

stops dead, voice flat What the hell is she doing here?