Theodore Nott (bd_theodore) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-02-08 05:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 2006, - complete, damian montague, marlowe davies, nathaniel nott, padma nott (patil), parvati patil, rodolphus lestrange, theodore nott, verity montague (o'shea) |
RP: A Christening
Date: January 8, 2006
Characters: Theo, Padma, Nathaniel, Verity, Montague, Rodolphus, Parvati
Location: Church in Forter Village, then chapel and grounds of Forter Castle
Private/Public: Private
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Nathaniel is christened, and bound to Montague.
The ceremony in the church hadn't been anything like he'd imagined the christening of his son. He'd always assumed it would be an elaborate and big affair with everyone and their aunt present. And yet, somehow, the intimacy of it all suited him, suited Padma – and he was not the least bit sad about the lack of other people.
The priest was good, the ceremony just enough and they'd soon been able to move on to Forter Castle and the chapel there for the blood binding between Nathaniel and Montague. Another thing that was different. He'd never expected the two to be on the same day. And yet this made even more sense as Nathaniel moved a bit in his arms.
Great uncle Durward was solemn as usual, the ceremony performed with great care and ritual. For this once, the wards around the chapel (though not the castle) had been lowered to allow outsiders entrance so Verity and Marlowe could partake in the ceremony even if they could not see the castle in which it was held. That mattered very little now though as they took their places in the chapel – dressed in the traditional robes. Theo glanced over at Padma, well enough to actually stand for a short while as she stood proud in her sheer white wedding robes, the blue and silver woollen Nott cloak around her shoulders, as it was around his. Nathaniel was dressed in white too, as was Montague.
The ceremonial knife floated into the chapel, to him, and under the guidance of Great Uncle Durward, he performed the ceremony, first pricking Nathaniel's hand (who protested to the procedure quite loudly indeed) then cutting into Montague's hand. Nathaniel's hand placed in Montague's, their blood mixing as Great Uncle Durward almost chanted the spells needed for the magic of the castle, the family the clan to come down on them all. The oath following. Protect, never harm – only the family name was used as a compliment to Nathaniel's.
A small difference in oath – a large difference in meaning. He did not want to think of why he did this at the moment though, not when Rodolphus was there as his godfather. He smiled, and donned the Nott godfather cloak around Montague's shoulders before they stepped outside again and could close Nathaniel's little wound. He took a moment, but settled down in Montague's arms as they moved to the tent provided by Mimsy for the dinner. It was odd not eating inside, but Mimsy had outdone herself, and the tent was not only fully heated, but magically altered to look like the great hall of the castle, complete with the roaring fire along the wall. Theo smiled, and looked over at Ver and Marlowe by Montague's side. 'Welcome to Forter Castle,' he said gesturing towards the room.
As they sat to eat their dinner, Nathaniel fell asleep in his cradle, a long day for him finally over. Theo looked at his son, smiling, proud, wondering when he'd let so many feelings into his heart. Not that he minded. Not at all. At the moment he wouldn't have things any other way.