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who: morcant and dolores @apparitixns where: attic, ministry of magic.

Morcant had a soft spot for power hungry people. He'd never had anything soft in his life, so it's safe to assume that this version of softness was dangerous and calculating. The same softness he had for pythons. Respect, but he knew better. When he looked at Dolores Umbridge, Nott saw a woman who could very well run an entire show moving only her pinky finger. No sweat broken, only big brown eyes that haunted you back. As the heir of an important family like the Notts, as the son of Astrid Nott, Morcant never slouched. Posture straight like a ruler, broad shoulders and raised chin. The same charming glint in his green eyes as his mother, maintaining eye-contact and moving with easiness. He moved like the world belonged to him, confident and smart, it was innate. The friendly and honey-eyed, well, that was taught. Or better, drilled until it became innate as well. — Dolores Umbridge, as I live and breathe. How are you doing? Congratulations on the promotion, you deserve it. — He greeted, with more honesty than he would care to admit.