...just let me be loud and proud,
AMBROSE L. NOTT
A trouble maker at my own pace
asdasda Here's the guide, make sure you
read it from top to bottom.
get carried away because it might be easier that way...
PREFACE:
Introduction
...the prayers that piled up,
| Name | Ambrose Lucius Nott |
| Nickname | Amby, Ross |
Ambrose was born last, and it shows. Not in weakness, but in the way he carries himself: shamelessly, gleefully, and recklessly.By all accounts, the Nott family was already blessed when August and September were born—perfect twin heirs to continue the legacy. And yet, fate tossed in another extra boy. Tiny. Loud. Impossible to ignore.From the start, Ambrose refused to be quiet. While August was groomed to be the heir and September became the darling of the society, Ambrose was biting ankles, stealing wands, and climbing the Nott manor's roof like a gremlin.
Despite the affection, Ambrose still struggled. Sometimes it felt like they loved this version of him, the one that never cried, never failed, never cracked.And while that version was easy to perform. Still, late at night, when the manor slept, he sat in silence. No jokes. No laughter. Just breathing. Sometimes pacing. Sometimes crying.What if they realize there's nothing beneath the act? What then? He never dared find out.Instead, the next morning, he’d burst into the room with another mischief. Because that’s what they expected of Ambrose. And he was very good at giving people what they want.
ADDITION:
relations
...the prayers that piled up,
| Name | August Alexander Nott |
| Nickname | August |
With August, it's a game I never get tired of playing: I tease, he scowls. I push, he sighs. He's stoic and stern, like he was born with a stick up his ass—robe. But that's part of why I love bothering him so much. Someone's gotta remind him to relax and live a little, right? Still, I respect him. A lot. Even if his blind loyalty to that family drives me up the wall.
He doesn’t coddle me like Ember does, but he never lets me hit the ground either. He's the kind of brother who doesn't hold your hand, but will stand in front of you when things get ugly. And somehow, that's enough.
| Name | September Theodore Nott |
| Nickname | Ember |
September is my favorite. There, I said it. Call it youngest-child bias or whatever, but if August is the spine of this family, Ember is the heartbeat. He's the only one who doesn't scold me when I'm too much—he just laughs, ruffles my hair, and hands me a cup of hot cocoa like I didn’t just set a hallway on fire. He spoils me, okay? And I let him. Always have.
I follow him around because being near him feels safe. I annoy him on purpose just to hear him sigh and call me “Rose.” He says it like I’m precious. Like I’m not a walking disaster. And Merlin help me, I’d burn the world down if something happened to him.
