unconditionally yours -M.R · Y/n story by @ssrxo

The drawing room of Nott Manor was thick with late afternoon sun and the lazy sprawl of teenagers. Smoke curled from an ashtray balanced on the arm of a velvet sofa. The air smelled of expensive cologne, cigarette smoke, and the faint, sweet trace of Pansy Parkinson’s perfume.

Mattheo Riddle

flicking ash into the tray So we’re just… living here all summer?

Theodore Nott

leaning against the mantelpiece, a cigarette between his fingers My parents said yes. Consider it a pity invite.

Blaise Zabini

Pity? Please. Your dad’s wine cellar is the only reason I agreed. stretches out on the rug, phone in hand

Pansy Parkinson

examining her nails It’s strategic. Central location. No Muggles. And Theo’s house-elves make a decent espresso.

Draco Malfoy

tossing a snitch from hand to hand Just don’t break anything. My father still talks about that vase Zabini shattered in fourth year.

Blaise Zabini

It was an accident! And it was ugly anyway.

Theodore Nott

a faint, tired smile Yeah, well. Try not to traumatize the portraits. They’re chatty enough as it is.

The door to the drawing room opened. Edel Nott stepped in, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. John Abraxas Nott was just behind her, one hand resting on the doorframe. The casual energy in the room tightened, shifted. Parents in the doorway meant news.

Edel Nott

clasping her hands, a bright, almost nervous energy about her Sorry to interrupt, darlings.

John Abraxas Nott

his gaze sweeping over the group, lingering on his son We’ve just had a Floo call.

Theodore Nott

straightening up, cigarette forgotten From Italy?

Edel Nott

nodding, her smile widening She’s coming home. Tomorrow.

A beat of silence. Theo’s expression was unreadable. Mattheo lowered his cigarette. Pansy’s sharp eyes flicked from Edel’s face to Theo’s. Blaise sat up. Draco caught the snitch, his fingers closing around it with a soft snap.

John Abraxas Nott

Her aunt’s term ended early. She’s… ready to come back. He looked at his son. Your sister’s coming home, Theo.