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I will be abandoning this blog and this roleplay.
I feel sorry that it had to come for this and I wish each and every one of you the best of luck. You are amazing people, and even greater writers, so the departure from IYS comes with great sadness for me.
Goodbye, and Love
Linda
which cousin?
Oh, right, I forgot, he has more than one... The Lestrange. That's just because she sticked out to me as... tolerable. That still doesn't mean I want to go near her. But I can stand her presence.
Who can you stand?
Tricky one...
My mother, if she's not being too clingy. Regulus, but only when he isn't behaving like a complete bastard. Um... his cousin isn't too terrible, but I'm not sure of that. That's it, I think.
People you can't stand.
The list would be shorter if you'd ask me who I can stand. I'm surrounded by idiots.
My father, almost every single one of my teachers. Almost every single student who isn't in Slytherin, all the people in my year, Almost every single person in Slytherin except Regulus, every single person who works in the ministry. Marlene McKinnon, Vance person, That redhead woman who came here to teach history that one time (I forgot her name), and Sirius Black. I probably forgot a great deal of others, too.
Give names, Barty!
What question are you referring to?
What do you look forward to when you wake up?
Um.. I don't know, I don't do much thinking when I wake up, usually, I just wake up and continue with my day.Â
What's your favourite chocolate experience?
Chocolate frogs. They have the best texture.
Who grates your nerves the most?
Ignorance. People. Ignorant people.
Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally mind blowing?
Are you really that stupid, or do you just have inferior sense of humor?
When was the last time you danced?
Never.
Oh please, baby, please, don't leave me in a jam, Barty.
Please abstain from contacting me again.
Don't break my heart, Barty!
Oops
Oh Barty, what a pity you don't understand you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand. Oh Barty, you're so pretty, can't you understand?
No, you see, I do understand the fact that you are some damaged person who is obsessed with me, I just don't care.
March 9th, 1979 II Regulus, Barty & Hestia II Snakes and Ravens
Hestia’s ears blocked out the mindless chatter as the pair discussed meaningless topics such as her own gender and a stupid muggle book while she internally cursed herself for her own impulsive nature. Why had she just shouted that? She failed to find a reason as her own words rung endlessly through her mind and she was certain if it was to continue you for long enough it would drive her to the brink of insanity, if she wasn’t already there. I bet I’m right, you’re one of them! She had the urge to run, move to a different country and change her name, perhaps to Delilah, after all, it meant weak. If asked, the brunette wouldn’t bother denying her affliction with feeling powerless as it was written clearly across her features.
What happened to thinking before she spoke? Her question once again was responded to by her own thoughts, how could she have been so silly, she was her, remaining quiet in a state of rage was impossible, however could she have forgotten. Gulping down the lump in her throat, she brought her eyes up the pair registering the reactions as she did her own as she attempted to put on a front. “You’ve made your point, just stop." Hestia demanded, finding the strength that she so desperately needed in her voice. But it wasn’t even Regulus’ sarcasm that she found most cutting, but the expression on Barty’s face as he stopped in tracks and turned to face her once more.
While she had obviously been provoked, she had somehow managed to hurt the wrong person and it was in that discovery that she realized the effects that words could have on people. Hestia knew she was in the wrong, but still, she couldn’t find it in herself to apologise for her mistakes. “This is your fault!" She exclaimed, her eyes scanning Barty’s hurt expression as she motioned to Regulus. It was his fault, wasn’t it? Yes, she had uttered the words, but he had given her the reason to, either way, it wasn’t comforting to see Barty play the victim in a situation, considering his usual emotionless stance on things.
Ignoring Barty’s question, she didn’t have it in her to even look at him as her guilt bubbled into rage. “Don’t talk to me anymore!" The brunette hollered as her hands balled up into fists. She was in the right frame of mind to punch him, while she would have gotten a great amount of satisfaction out of the ordeal, she was also thankful that she was safe distance away. Hestia wasn’t sure what the consequences of punching a Black would be, but she was betting that once she had left the clearing it wouldn’t be the last she heard of the incident.
He couldn’t believe his own eyes. A Slytherin playing innocent wasn’t something new, but apathetic Barty guilt tripping another person was just ridiculous. And Jones was stupid enough to buy it. Regulus really wanted to point out Jones stupidity, Barty Crouch Jr. was ready to join the Death Eaters at any minute, he hardly ever felt any emotions and here he was now, playing her so easily that Regulus wanted to face palm. But he couldn’t, he had to play along, it was a serious matter, he couldn’t joke about it.
It was even more ridiculous because Hestia Jones was obviously panicking. She didn’t believe her own words… or maybe she did, and she was afraid of the consequences. Black betrayed no sign of surprise other than a slight eyebrow raise; he never expected Barty to pull out that card. But it was obviously making Jones feel uneasy, he had no reason to complain. Regulus wanted nothing more but to obliviate the memory of Barty’s puppy dog eyes, but first they had to get rid of Jones.
Brilliant, fucking brilliant. Now it was his fault. According to Hestia Bestia, that is. “Jones, it’s not my fault that you are stupid. I wasn’t the one who dropped you on the head when you were born or the one who was responsible for the lack of oxygen during the birth." This situation wasn’t his fault. Yes, Regulus was acting rather childish, trying to be the best at the moment. No way he’ll end up the guilty one. “Think before you speak, dammit." It would be the best if Jones forgot the accusation, that she would be proven wrong. They didn’t need a person going around the school, yelling that they both are Death Eaters, even if she had no proof. Dumbledore was watching him, Regulus didn’t need proof for that. It was obvious. He was, after all, the last Black at Hogwarts.
He would not let Jones to get away by blaming everything on him. Just like her, Regulus was a bit shocked by Barty’s acting skills. He was not even feeling amused by the worked up girl. Looking not amused in the slightest, the young Black flashed a glance at his friend. His eyebrows quirked skeptically, like he almost couldn’t believe Barty had the right to act like that in his presence. Quickly, Regulus’ attention snapped back to the girl, who was now raging. He didn’t fancy being punched, especially by her. Revenge was a must at that kind of occasion, but physical violence against girls was intolerant. “You came to us." Regulus retorted, eyebrows raised derisively. “I’ve been wondering, throughout all this, why you do you always subject yourself to the snark and slow destruction of your self-esteem by coming up and talking to me." He was the one who always looked for excuses to annoy her, and all of them new that. This remark was said to only get her attention off the previous subject and Barty’s guilt tripping. Regulus couldn’t stand guilt trips.
There were several things that Barty did not know at the moment.Â
He didn't know what the fuck he was supposed to do from then, now that he had delivered his lines. True, he may or may not have had the need to get out similar strategies in dealing with some people in his life, but mostly, these situations would turn out a predictable, planned route, that he had already played out in his head before acting them out, and mostly, those situations would have a lot less at stake than the one he was in right now. If this went wrong, or if he failed to estimate, or act it out correctly, he and Regulus (especially Regulus), might find themselves in more trouble than they were able to handle, and one could only imagine what might come out of there. Hestia Jones might have been a nobody a week ago, but now she was the dead prosecutors daughter, and if she uttered a suspicion in front of someone else, people would listen to her.
He didn't know why the fuck the girl was acting the way she was. It just wasn't making any logical sense. One second she had been forming coherent sentences, and while still getting worked up over Regulus, still making.. some sense, and the next second, she was screaming at the brink of tears, completely hysterical. Then, again, she was a girl, but even then, he hardly found her behavior believable. Barty was not naturally gifted at reading people, and his lack of enough proper experience was quite a hindrance to him right now, but it was in that moment that he decider that her reaction might be a good sign. She wasn't backing up on her suspicion, at least.
He didn't know what the fuck the conversation was even about at the moment. Sure, he understood the sentences that were being spoken, but to him, they just didn't fit into context. What exactly was supposed to be whose fault? It wasn't really clear, but based on the girls' clenched fists and her shrieking tone, it seemed to be a wise choice not to join in on the conversation. Not that he felt much of a need to, really, he already had said more than he had been comfortable with and was now just trying to figure out a way to reduce damage at all costs.
So he decided that his best shot would be just to continue to stare at the girl with an expression that didn't seem too scary. It suited his purpose, really, just to keep the one that he ha been wearing as he spoke to her, but then he thought, it might appear suspicious for him just to keep the same one the whole time, so he changed it to a more shocked one, with a sting of sadness, while still being as bland as possible, not to be overdramatic. He felt quite awkward.
February 28, 1979 // Regulus and Barty // Underestimation
He had cast the spell many times. And every time it was the same: the same scream, the same display of pure agony. It wasn’t different this time. The body replies to the pain the same way. There are no special cases. But when Barty’s body appeared on the floor, the anger was replaced by guilt. Not fully. Just a bit, but it was enough. Enough for now. It was so stupid and so confusing. Weren’t they on the same side? Weren’t they brothers in arms? Slytherins hated others, hurt them, but never a fellow Slytherin, not in these times.
The Slytherin stared at the boy on the ground. He looked so young, he looked like he was in pain and he looked pathetic. The adrenaline started to fade, but Regulus’ heart was still beating too fast. Rarely Regulus was confused. He was smart, he saw and understood things that others didn’t. But this situation, all of this, it was just too ridiculous to be true. There was no motive. Barty had no motive! Unless, he thought that killing him would be the same as killing Sirius, but that too was ridiculous. For hexing Barty Regulus felt guilty, there was no denying, but he was still angry. He came from a family of terrible tempers, he wouldn’t calm down any time soon.
"Hmm," Regulus frowned in a mock of curiousity. " I was supposed to keep still…Well forgive me. Can you forgive me?" Sarcasm mixed with anger dripped from his words. “You have three minutes to explain me why the fuck you attacked me before I beat the shit out of you." Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, he did not look amused. Most of the time he was passive almost about anything. Not this time. What was Barty thinking? Regulus mind was full of crazy thoughts, trying to explain his so called friends motives. Hell, the Barty he knew would never do such a thing, it was illogical and requires too much work! He would expect out of any other Slytherin or Gryffindor, but not from Barty Crouch Jr. Where was the logic in this? Who else would use Barty to capture Regulus? The boy recently had a run in with Sirius and tried to kill him, but Sirius was gutless, he would never use another person to get to Regulus. Maybe Barty was under an Imperius curse? It didn’t make sense, nothing did and Regulus patient was running out fast.
Regulus Black never liked problems. And if Barty Crouch Jr. turned out to be a problem…
It was still pure dark. The rain still gusted outside, like before the attack. And the trees shivered in the wind. Like before. Regulus really didn’t like problems. With his gaze fixated on the other boy, Regulus held his wand tightly, waiting for Barty to speak.
His perception was black.
Once the pain had fully lifted from his body, it was like, the ground underneath him had dissolved into air, and Barty's mind gave him a feeling of vague floating, spinning. There was no ache in his bones anymore, not even a tingle on his skin, just a heavy numbness soothing through his entire body, while he was at the same time illogically made more aware of every other sense, but his sight. He could feel his blood running to his cheeks, he could feel the air against his skin, he could feel his lashes, hitting faintly against his face, as his eyes fluttered once more. And he saw.
He saw Regulus, and his heart was beating. It helped nothing, the way the two boys were placed at the moment, with the older one standing above him, his judging stare piercing through his mind like something of profound sharpness. Barty let out a breath, maybe only as an excuse to move his head, to avert his eyes, or whatever you may see. He had lost, that should be his main concern right now, he should be panicking, but yet, he wasn't. And so, the boy thought he felt nothing, even though in this case, "nothing" was simply something strange, that he hadn't yet found the word for. He didn't like it.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you", he said, which was, of course, an extremely believable statement coming from the person who had just sneaked into his housemate's bedroom in the middle of the night in an attempt to abduct him, "I didn't want to, you see... I, you have protective charms. Test them"
For all it was worth, the boy wasn't thinking much, right now , before he let words come out of his mouth, but nevertheless he kept going, in a strange sense of duty. Slowly, he lifted himself up in order to get closer to eye level of the taller boy, and though he picked up his wand again, his body language, and posture made it clear that he did not intend on using it on him again right now. "I don't know why I didn't think this through completely", he said again, and knew that it hadn't been a smart thing to say at all, just for how easily this sentence could made a case against him, yet he felt a strong urge to explain himself in honesty to Regulus. He felt like it was well-deserved (Or, maybe, Regulus had just sent a silent "Confundo" on to his way)
"I feel sorry for this thing", a strange thing coming out of his mouth, even more so when he almost meant it, "Yet the reasons for thing, let them repeat themselves, and they are justified, and this is.. Good. You wouldn't have been hurt" And maybe the next sentence he uttered was a sign, not one of meaning, or bonding, or anything close to that, but a sign of utter, and complete madness for what else could lie in that confession? "He told me to do it. I have to"
009. Somebody Told Me...
that Barty Crouch Jr.
Had a crush on one of his teachers in his First Year at Hogwarts.
Would be a fine contender to Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award and was even nominated and then disqualified upon informing them he wasn’t yet of age.
Has his own ‘extra special’ recipe for Cockroach Clusters.
I refuse to acknowledge that the first two options were even taken into consideration, let alone, put into connection with me. (And, honestly, have you seen Hogwarts staff?). However... well, it depends on what exactly you mean by "special recipe"
009. Somebody Told Me...
Amelia Bones...
...once faced a boggart. Upon seeing her, the creature cowered and ran away crying in fear.
...has broken an Unbreakable Vow. Twice.
...tried to play Quidditch once, but the game was instantly over, because the Snitch was trying to catch her.
