Nott in the World

((Hastily scribbled on a sheet of parchment.))

Draco, I just read the Prophet. I was mortified. Call on me if you need anything. You know my door is open to you. Theodore

((Written in Chinese.))

Master Pang,

I wish to purchase a sizable and elegant abode in one of the enchanting locales your country offers. It is to be a gift. As usual, it should be expensive.

My Best,
T Nott

Daphne,

I was thinking that we should do dinner tomorrow evening. What do you say? I haven't seen you in ages. I've made reservations at the Chateau de Rois for Six O'Clock if you decide yes.

Theodore

Draco,

I've returned from assignment. Had a dreadful time. Hope you have been well over the last week or two.

I know our last meeting was rather gloomy, but I was hoping that we might get together for dinner some time. Perhaps we could invite Daphne and make it a little party. The Chateau de Rois is lovely, and I'm sure Daphne would love it if we all went out. Let me know what you think.

Yours,

Theodore

I have moved all of Theodore's posts from GJ to Scribbld. You'll find that I also moved others' comments on those posts. I tried to make it clear who was actually making that comment.

Mr Malfoy,

The item that you requested has been retrieved and is presently secured at our main office. You may claim the item at your leisure. Under the terms of the contract, you must come to our office in person and sign for the item. Your balance is due upon receipt.

Thank you for your business.

NC

((Entries or cuts marked "Private:" are cursed against intrusion. Anyone trying to hack into these entries is likely to end up in St. Mungo's for several days. Furthermore, Theodore has included a special little hex that erases the memory of any person or object (such as a journal or recording device/spell) that intrudes on these posts.))

It's done. I have it...

The damn witch was right out of the Muggle story. I called at her house and introduced myself as an art collector. (I was polyjuiced: standard procedure.) I gave her fake credentials from a Museum of Art in Munich, offered her more gold then she'd ever seen in her life, and demanded the portrait for posterity's sake. Her response was to try fattening me up with sweets. They were off. I didn't realize this, of course, until I was coming to.

When I did come to, I was tied up, and she had engorged me. She was definitely crazy. She wasn't, however, very bright. She hadn't bothered to remove my wand from my possession. I could still feel it in my inner coat pocket. When she untied me to move me to the enormous wood burning stove in the corner, I easily retrieved my wand and returned myself to my normal figure.

I made it apparent to her that I wouldn't be staying for dinner and again demanded the portrait. When she refused, I had simply had enough. Expecting the portrait to be cursed against theft, I first threatened; when she wouldn't dispel the curses, I imperiused her. She complied, and I banished the portrait to a safe at Nott Commodities in London. Before disapperating, I oblivated the old wretch. She should have just taken the money. Her loss.

Thank god that's over. If I never have to go to Albania again, it'll be too soon.

((OOC: Sorry that this is painfully dull and poorly written. It's 4:00am, and I promised that I would finish it before the end of the weekend. Lucius will have his portrait in the morning. Hopefully, you can gather a bit of character detail from this if nothing else.))

((Entries or cuts marked "Private:" are cursed against intrusion. Anyone trying to hack into these entries is likely to end up in St. Mungo's for several days. Furthermore, Theodore has included a special little hex that erases the memory of any person or object (such as a journal or recording device/spell) that intrudes on these posts.))

I finally found and made contact with the witch Malfoy identified. She is absolutely mad; I'm not sure that reasoning her out of that portrait is going to be possible. I'm considering alternate methods of retrieving it.

((Entries or cuts marked "Private:" are cursed against intrusion. Anyone trying to hack into these entries is likely to end up in St. Mungo's for several days. Furthermore, Theodore has included a special little hex that erases the memory of any person or object (such as a journal or recording device/spell) that intrudes on these posts.))

I have been in the godforsaken forests of Albania for the last week. I'm freezing my ass off. I have no idea where this witch is. And last night I was almost mauled by a werewolf. Next time Malfoy wants something, the old hag can go fetch it! Wait... what's...

((This owl is sent shortly before Theodore is informed of his assignment to Lucius Malfoy.))

Draco,

I hope this owl finds you well. I've been back in London for a little more than a month, now. Terribly sorry for not owling sooner. I've just been obsessed with work lately. Very silly of me to be obsessed with something so unnecessary. Daphne tells me you are very busy these days. If you find yourself bored, then certainly send me an owl.

Yours,

Theodore

You would never guess how much space thirty pounds of hippogriff feathers takes up. Merlin's beard the office is a mess. Tagnod was sneezing up such a storm we had to send him home for the rest of the day. My other accounts aren't coming along so fast.

...There's an owl at the window... ...

Oh, wow. I am becoming a workaholic. I totally forgot my birthday. The owl was a gift and cake from Daphne. Huh. Well, now I feel weird. I'm definitely grateful for the presents. They look very nice. (I must send Daphne a thank you.) But it's a little sad that she was the only one that remembered. *Sighs* That's mostly my fault I suppose. I've really only seen Daphne and Pansy and one or two others since I got back. Of course, no one else seems to really be trying.

Well, I suppose I'll go eat my cake. It simply has to be better than what the house elf is planning for dinner.

To: Merpeople Bureau, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures
From: N.C. Sid Magical Research and Consultation
Re: Regulations

Please provide by return owl copies of all regulations regarding interaction between wizards/witches and Merpeople in the areas of trade, ownership, reproduction, and Mer-rights. Also include Wizzengamot rulings on these topics.

Ren,

It's been a long time. I hope your wife and children are well. Look, I'm trying to track down Hippogriff herders. Who's still in the business?

T. Nott

((Entries or cuts marked "Private" are cursed against intrusion. Anyone trying to hack into these entries is likely to end up in St. Mungo's for several days. Furthermore, Theodore has included a special little hex that erases the memory of any person or object (such as a journal or recording device/spell) that intrudes on these posts.))

Ugh! My boss is going to be the death of me! Three new cases today: (1) Ms. Ophelia Snoot needs thirty pounds of Hippogriff feathers. Thirty pounds??? What do you do with thirty pounds of Hippogriff feathers? Make a mattress? I new this job was going to be weird but Merlin's beard. Maybe Ren Hagglehat in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures will have an idea. (2) Digbie Amperson wants a Mer-egg. I doubt this one is legal, but we can't find anything in the law books. I should probably have Amperson sign a disavowal rider anyway. I wonder who is in charge of the Merpeople Bureau these days? (3) This one is doable. Amiabele Wenching is in the market for a Thestral. I should visit the herd soon.

It's the new year. It's a new millennium in fact. And nothing interesting is happening in my life except work. *chuckles* Like that's new. I'm 19, turning 20 this month. I've traveled the world. And I'm already a work-a-holic. I should probably try to catch up with old friends. Daphne never got back to me about dinner with Draco. Oh well. Maybe this month.

( Private: Notes )

Christmas is quickly becoming one of my least favorite holidays. It's supposed to be a time for family and all that nonsense. Too bad I don't have one. *sighs* Suppose I'll go buy myself something expensive and pretend like it makes me happy.

Had dinner with Daphne this evening. Haven't seen her since Paris last year and since finishing Hogwartz before then. It's rather odd talking to someone I know. It's been non-stop strangers for two years. Mostly people I'll never see again and definitely people I'll never be assigned to work with again. (The company doesn't send me to places where negotiations are going well.)

Daphne's still Daphne. And by the sounds of things, none of my housemate from my year have changed much. If any of you are reading this, owl me some time. Let me know what's up.


( Private: Notes )

Daphne,

Dinner was wonderful. Thank you for your company and helping me reacquaint. It's been so long. I'm almost always available for dinner, so lets make this a regular outing. If you can get Draco out of the house, feel free to invite him too. I haven't seen the boy in ages.

My best,

T. Nott

To: T. Nott
From: A. Cromwelp, Head of Operations, Nott Commodities
Re: Position with Special Acquisitions

Theodore,

In response to your owl of 18 October, I have reviewed your request for transfer. After discussing the matter with Evelyn Cranbie, the Head of Special Acquisitions, we have determined that your credentials and performance in Foreign Acquisitions are sufficient for the recent opening. After completing negotiations on the Chinese Fireball dragon scales trade agreement, return to London for further information. Remember, don't settle for more than 10 sickles, 12 knuts, per pound. That filthy Chinese Dragon Protection Agency will try to gouge you for every damn knut they can get.

Hope your Halloween was well.

Cordially,

Alister P. Cromwelp