you know i'm a forgiver

[bcrtiesjr]

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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐑. ┊ 23 years old, dark artefact investigator in the office for the improper use of magic. pureblood.

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[bcrtiesjr]

“ carrow. ” the greeting rolls off his tongue in his usual tone—casual, almost lazy. a half-smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he lifts his glass, taking a slow sip. “ are we seriously going to start running into each other everywhere? and just when you're about to get married? bloody hell, my luck's rotten. ” he grumbles, though there's not a trace of real complaint in his expression—quite the opposite, in fact. he finds the whole thing rather amusing. their dynamic had always been light, effortless, like a game neither took too seriously. “ so then? what do people do for fun around here? because i’ve already exhausted the options—drinking, eating, donating, and making polite conversation. ” he emphasises each word with a slight pout, feigning exasperation.

ft. 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ( @ofcarrowisms ) 📍MALFOY MANOR

[bcrtiesjr]

“ so then... ” he leans lazily against a nearby wall, his gaze sweeping over the crowded hall before locking onto lucius. a half-smirk plays at his lips as he lifts his glass, taking a slow sip before continuing. “ what must i do to get a full tour of the manor? every room included. ” a mischievous glint flickers in his hazel eyes, and he takes another deliberate sip. barty was bored. and when boredom settled in, chaos tended to slither out from the depths of him, uncoiling like a snake ready to strike. he cared little for the grand occasion or whatever noble cause had dragged them all here. the venue, the people—it was all terribly dull. so he had resolved to amuse himself in the least destructive ways first. “ oh, and congratulations on your engagement. ” he lifts his glass in a mock toast, eyes glinting with something just shy of sincerity.

ft. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 ( @reveliios ) 📍 MALFOY MANOR

[bcrtiesjr]

“ so, regulus? have you said hello to your lovely girlfriend yet? can we leave now? ” his voice was missing the usual sweetness he reserved for regulus. he was pissed off. jealous. he didn’t want to be there. and of course, he wouldn’t admit he’d only agreed to come because he wanted to keep an eye on the other wizard all night. he hooked his thumb into the pocket of his trousers, leaning casually against the nearest wall. a glass of firewhisky in his left hand. his expression stayed as cold and composed as ever, like he couldn’t care less.

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍MALFOY MANOR

[petaltexturedskies]

Good-night. I will go look at the stars. They are eternal, so is he, so am I.

Mary Shelley in a letter to Maria Gisborne written c. September 1822, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

[bcrtiesjr]

@impcrios

[apparitixns]

dolores moves to shut the door to her office close behind her , the quick lock of the door fastens as it activated the silencing charm to prevent the bored to eavesdrop . and she turns to barty , a witty smile playing on her glossed lips before she even speaks : ❝ if they were meant to be private , then why the spectacle once they appear before the wizegamot ? ❞ she hums at the end of her question , each step towards her desk more rushed as the glee had been spilling all morning since the broadcast . ❝ question me ? ❞ the witch almost laughs at the thought - ❝ the auror's office would be ridiculous to wate their time on me , a devout servant to the ministry . ❞ the girly twang to her voice is for theatrics , a finger moving to twirl a piece of long hair as if there was any part of dolores umbridge was innocent by association . ❝ and i have it on high authority that i can call upon rodolphus himself if they wish to give me any trouble . ❞ dolores adds with a shrug of her shoulders now , sitting back into her office chair . ❝ how about you ? ❞

[bcrtiesjr]

he didn’t know why he expected to find more answers in dolores' office. and although he initially believed he was mistaken as soon as she began speaking, soon everything made much more sense. naturally, he was going to find what he was looking for there, even if it was implicit. he bit his lower lip slightly, impatient to sort his thoughts while the witch carried on. " of course, " he said, his expression becoming more neutral as he processed the information and understood his situation. his position. " of course. my father. " was he surprised? no. but what did it matter? " yes, i was interrogated—although i’m also a devout servant of the ministry. " he wasn’t, and few knew that, but he assumed crouch sr. would do anything to maintain an image that, in any case, was already spotless. why the obsession? he sighed, slowly shaking his head to forget the matter. " so, apparently we have a spy, huh? " and that wasn’t going to lose him any sleep. he still couldn’t be sure which side this unknown individual was aligned with, but nothing that could affect him too much. " any idea who it could be? " he asked next, narrowing his eyes.

[ofcarrowisms]

Alecto adored her bar. It was her baby. She had worked hard to make it successful, and was now able to reap the benefits. In the early days it had involved a lot of juggling, both being on the bar, and looking at the accounts. But now that it was a solid money maker, she could spend more time doing the things she enjoyed. Or well, she could most of the time. There were some days when someone phoned in sick and she needed to actually work the bar. It wasn't that much of a hardship. She did enjoy it after all.

"No hello? So rude." The red head mused with a little laugh. She found it quite interesting too actually. Who would have thought she would actually get married? Though, she didn't have much intention of it happening any time soon. "But yes. it's true." She added, a grin on her face this time. "What? Didn't think I was wife material Barty?" Of course, most of the pureblood Mama's probably didn't think she was wife material. She was rather wild after all. "Broke your heart? Didn't know you cared babe." She teased, still grinning.

[bcrtiesjr]

barty had always loved alecto’s bar, and he loved alecto. there had always been a dynamic between them that he found interesting, though he had never dared to take it further. perhaps because the timing had never quite been right; they only saw each other when she was working, and he understood that it wasn’t the most opportune moment. and yes, even barty could grasp that. so, it didn’t really surprise him when he heard the news of her marriage. alecto was exceptional. “ of course you’re wife material—it annoys me that they got there before i did, ” he clicked his tongue, pretending to be genuinely outraged. a playful smile curved on his lips, and he tilted his head slightly, resting the side of his cheek on his palm. “ what are you on about? you didn’t break my heart: you shattered it, ” he nodded with well-acted seriousness. “ but i suppose i can’t complain. i was too slow, wasn’t i? ” and the smile remained on his features. “ care to give me a glass of firewhisky to drown my sorrows, darling? ”

[impcrios]

regulus had listened to everyone's statement, what surprised him the most was barty's, because he didn't sound like that. regulus had known barty for so long now he could tell the difference. he hated barty crouch sr. and hoped for the pain and suffering that he deserved, and hated that he couldn't be the one to give it to him. it would have been obvious if it was regulus that reached him. when he found himself at barty's flat it had been because he came after a long day at the department of mysteries, he had let himself in and napped until barty was done for the day, and when he had heard the broadcasting regulus had been pacing in his flat until barty eventually came back home. "i hate him." regulus says with a neutral tone but there was more malice behind it. and then he sighs. his own statements were rather bare, he didn't give away much of anything. "i'll do something," regulus says, seeing how clearly it still affected the other. "if you want. it would be easy." he knew enough people to do so. it seems that he'd do anything for barty if he asked, and he hoped that the other knew that. "it's clearly affecting you." he says, reaching out to cup the other's cheek for a moment. he smiles gently before bringing his hand back down. when barty says he planned something he raises an eyebrow before he shakes his head. "you didn't have to." even sitting in barty's flat was enough. he watches the other's expression for a moment, seeing how the smile doesn't exactly land as it should, he reaches out again. "hey," he almost whispers, "you don't have to." he says again. regulus was never soft, most his emotions were locked in tight, but he couldn't help it when it came to the other. but he did as he was told and closed his eyes. perhaps barty needed this. when he opens his eyes he can't help but be surprised, it takes him back a moment before he looks at the other. "yeah?" he says with a smile. "i thought you liked when i talked french?" he smirks, squeezing the other's hand before rolling his eyes. "so you take me to a place where neither of us know the language." he shakes his head, but feeling warm. "what are your plans, crouch?" he says, tilting his head, the same little fond smirk on his face.

[bcrtiesjr]

barty’s eyebrows lifted slightly at regulus' statement. he hated his father too, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise that his partner felt the same. still, he clung to the illusion that perhaps, one day, that relationship would change, or at least give him the approval he had been desperately seeking in all the wrong places. " you don’t need to do that, reggie. " it was inevitable that he still felt something for his father, though. aside from hatred, they tell you you're supposed to love your family, and he tried to focus on that. " my father’s an idiot, i know— but... well. i’m used to it. he’s been like this as long as i can remember, so... " he sighed, shrugging before offering a subtle smile. he really didn’t want to worry or upset regulus more than he already had. and that’s why they went to mykonos. a suggestive smile tugged at barty’s lips as he listened, nodding slowly. " yes, i like it when you speak french in my bed— or at least, i like having a bed nearby when you do. " he couldn’t help but press a brief kiss to regulus, biting the younger wizard’s bottom lip between his teeth for a split second. however, he didn’t pull away. barty loved being close to regulus, so much so that he found himself constantly brushing against his skin. or, in this case, his lips. " hm, no need for any languages. i’ve already booked us into the best resort. " he murmured, subtly pressing the pads of his fingers against regulus’ chin. " we should take some time off, stay here for a while. let them all tear each other apart, and then we’ll return. " it was a selfish thought, but a serious one. perhaps more serious than it should be. barty didn’t care about the war like other death eaters did, especially when he felt he could lose the person he loved most at any moment. and here, in mykonos, he could keep him safe from anything. he then slid his hand to meet regulus’, intertwining their fingers as they began to walk toward the place he had mentioned, only a few metres away. he had grown accustomed to not appearing directly at places he wanted to visit, due to the consequences it could bring. so, he carried that precaution with him everywhere, even in places where the war wasn’t a present threat.

[impcrios]

it had been a long time since someone had been able to rattle her. perhaps it was the gryffindor in her that made her more brave, but with the current political climate it was getting harder to say in who she could trust. barty crouch jr. had often caught her off guard even in hogwarts. mary was fiercely loyal to the people that she loved and cared about, after mulciber mary had turned into herself more often than not, the friends she made in slytherin were now people she looked at differently and it hadn't always been that way. she heard the whispers on both sides, someone was attacked, but we don't know who, and mary never said anything out loud. seeing those brief little flashes of memory because of barty had her reeling for days. she didn't know what to think of it, on top of the recent murder. she had such a fucking headache, her head was always hurting, and she didn't know if it was because of the botched obliviation charm she had tried to do on herself when mulciber happened, or because she wasn't getting enough sleep. so when she looks at him, her wand in her hand and her defenses up. she felt so fucking stiff, standing in front of him. she cared for barty once, and there's a part of her that still does, but mary had to protect herself. "stupid," she says quietly before shaking her head. "of course it was." she says, her voice not sharp, not even forceful, just neutral. "you didn't actually say much of anything." mary points out. "just stringing words around." she says, again, quieter. "are you trying to apologize?" she questions, her hand on her wand gripping for dear life. "or are you threatening me?" her voice a little louder. she pursues her lips, reading that this conversation wasn't dangerous as it was that night, she places her wand back in her sleeve before bringing her hand up to massage her temples. "i don't know what i saw barty." she says, all pretences are up, using his actual name by accident. "i got out of your head when i realized it wasn't my memories that i was seeing." she sighs. she would never abuse legilimency or occlumency even if she was skilled at it, it's the one thing they teach as obliviators. "i'm just confused at what i did see before i pulled out." it felt like revenge, it felt painful, and satisfying, and mary never wished to cause harm to someone but what she did see left her confused. "what was the memory with mulciber?" she asked, her voice even more quiet and lower. "it felt different, in your head." she just wanted to know, she knew that it wasn't hers to know, but she was curious, and it had been a long time since she really gave herself the moment to think about them and what they did to mary.

[bcrtiesjr]

barty had always admired mary. he admired everyone, really. he never quite understood why he couldn’t be just a little more like the rest of them and a little less like himself. he had never considered himself particularly brave, nor especially clever. he had a good memory, though—he could memorise spells with ease and replicate them quickly—but that was something anyone could do. that was what his father always told him. you are not special, bartemius. you’re worse than ordinary. you’re useless. and it was a mantra barty carried etched into his very skin, something that had seeped into his bloodstream and never left. that was why he admired mary—she was intelligent, brilliant. barty could see that in her, just as he saw it in so many others. he had never been raised with the same fervent beliefs in blood purity as some of his peers. his parents didn’t share those extremist views, so it had never been particularly relevant to him. but when the dark mark had stained his arm, he had to start reciting the rhetoric of those around him. " something like that, " he replied, a dryness clinging to his tongue as he rolled his eyes slightly. " no, of course i’m not trying to threaten you. what would be the point of that? " he clicked his tongue, brow furrowing as if the very notion were absurd. it wasn’t. not in the slightest. he rubbed his hands over his face, exhausted. he hadn’t been sleeping well, and it showed in the faint redness of his eyes. " mary, i don’t know if this is the place to— " his voice dropped, her name slipping from his lips with unsettling ease. but then again, was there ever a right place for this kind of conversation? probably not. so, he simply carried on. " slytherin didn’t take long to hear about what happened with you and… mulciber. " he exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering around, wary of prying ears. "and there he was, the idiot, boasting as if he’d just won the bloody quidditch cup. " he paused, only speaking again once he was certain they were still alone. his eyes found hers once more. " i had him in the fifth-floor prefects’ bathroom for over three hours. he didn’t feel much like bragging after that. " his shoulders lifted in an almost careless shrug, as if that might somehow diminish the weight of what he’d done. " lost my temper a bit, i suppose. "

[petrificusx]

Stepping off stage, which was really into a small and very accessible corner, Jae had taken a towel from a friend waiting in the wings to mop at the sweat on their brow and neck. Their heart was pumping, adrenaline coursing through their veins, ramped up by the still lingering shouts and applause at the close of their set. He didn’t think he would ever tire of it — that thrilling and light feeling that possessed him after each show, the reminder that through all the diligent hard work of getting their name out there, this was worth every second of it. This had been their dream, the one thing they had to share with the world. And they’d be damned if they didn’t get their moment of glory.

Accepting a water bottle from an outstretched hand, Jae gave an appreciative grin as they practically tore off the lid and took a rather generous gulp. Half way through a drink, and they heard the call and claps, turning around to see Barty Crouch Jr. approaching. He wiped at his mouth with the towel, giving the other a wide grin. It hadn’t been surprising to see Barty at their shows, he was practically a regular, but he had been missing in recent times. Jae looked down at his jacket — a velvet one with a psychedelic paisley print and large lapels which added a bit of color to their mostly dark outfit for the night. “Thanks, I made it myself,” they said with a slightly flushed face, having custom made the jacket over a few weeks after finding a bolt of the fabric when shopping. “Hmm, depends — will me saying ‘yes’ make you feel special enough to consider coming through on your constant promise to help set the band up?” Jae flashed a sheepish smile, as though they were simply joking, and waved a hand around. “Kind of outgrowing these spots in Hogsmeade, you know. I thought you knew people who could get us into the bigger London clubs?”

[bcrtiesjr]

he knew there would come a point where his promises would have to be fulfilled. barty was well aware that he couldn’t drag things out any longer, no matter how much he might want to. ah, if it were up to him, he’d hire the band for private events where only he was the audience. he wouldn’t mind. and, in fact, he could do it. but he knew jae was driven more by passion. and perhaps that was what made them so interesting, as well as the reason for the empathy that sometimes settled in his chest. it wasn’t something he would admit aloud, but perhaps it was something reflected in his ever-expressive eyes. " you make your own clothes as well? the genius you are, " he said, his tone swinging between irony and playful banter, but always smooth. with jae, he didn’t use the sharp tones or the unbearable sarcasm he often employed with people who weren’t on the darker side of the war, though that attitude stemmed from a rather childish reason in any case. " oh, darling, you don’t need to tell me that to make me feel special. i already know i am. " insecurity transformed into arrogance with a simple flutter of his eyelashes, his lips curling into a sly smile. however, the weight of the words settled heavily on his shoulders, and a brief breath escaped his lungs. " i know, i know... " he began, subtly moistening his lips as his brown eyes locked on the musician. " do you really want that level of fame, jae? you won’t be able to sleep in peace once it all blows up. and believe me, it will blow up. " he warned, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. " do you think it’s a good idea? i say that because, well, you seem like a good person. and fame ruins good people. " he narrowed his eyes, thoughtful, his voice remaining carefully measured. he wasn’t trying to scare them off, nor wash his hands of the promise, but perhaps he just needed a little more time to properly manage his thoughts. "tell me which club in london you want to play, and i’ll get it for you by next week. "

[reveliios]

shawna  doesn’t  react  right  away.  instead,  she  tilts  her  head,  lips  curving  into  something  that  isn’t  quite  a  smirk,  but  isn’t  far  from  it  either.  as  long  as  she  has  known  barty,  he  has  always  been  like  this  —  always  playing,  always  pushing,  and  she’s  long  since  stopped  pretending  she’s  not  interested  in  seeing  just  how  far. ❝  oh,  please,  ❞  she  murmurs,  setting  a  glass  she  was  polishing  down  with  a  quiet  clink,  inching  closer  to  him  from  across  the  bar.  ❝  if  i  wanted  dirty  talk,  barty,  i  wouldn’t  be  working,  half-dressed,  pretending  i  care  about  whatever  bullshit’s  been  keeping  you  busy.  ❞  her  gaze  flickers  up  to  meet  his,  levity  sparking  in  her  eyes  as  she  leans  in  slightly  more.  close  enough  for  her  fingers  to  trail  along  the  edge  of  his  sleeve,  light  and  fleeting  —  just  enough  to  make  a  point. ❝  but  sure,  give  me  your  best  shot. whatever you want to tell,  ❞  she  hums,  tilting  her  head.  she  doesn’t  expect  grandeur  details  from  him, another reason why she didn't give him anything specific she wanted to know,  but  the  conversation  revolving  the  st.  mungo's  disaster  has  far  left  her  list  of  priorities  in  this  conversation.  and  besides,  if  she’s  gonna  be  tangled  up  in  him,  she  might  as  well  enjoy  watching  him  try  to  tangle  her  back.

[bcrtiesjr]

a barely perceptible smile curved his lips as he rested his elbows on the bar, light brown eyes following the blonde’s movements with casual ease. he wasn’t really watching anything in particular—he already knew how striking shawna was in his eyes—but when she spoke, one eyebrow arched with a touch of scepticism. " dirty talk at work is my favourite kind of dirty talk, " he murmured, his voice only just above a whisper, tilting his head slightly. " talking about a dead woman? hmm, not really my thing, but if that’s what you’re after... " his smile flickered briefly before he shook his head, realising he couldn’t keep the joke up any longer. " no, forget it. i really don’t want to talk about what happened at st mungo’s. it’s been a while now, hasn’t it? " he cleared his throat, taking a slow sip of his beer. " a lot of things happened a while ago, don’t you think? " his tone shifted just slightly, barely noticeable unless one was paying close attention. his gaze lingered on the delicate features of the other witch, eyes narrowing ever so slightly with an unmistakable glint of interest. " what time do you finish? i’m free tonight. "

[lexapokora87]

[bcrtiesjr]

" did you hear that? i sound like a bloody zombie, " he complains, his voice dripping with annoyance. his brow immediately furrows as the recording is leaked. he hadn’t intended to go into details, nor did he want to mention anything about it, but the thing was, he’d been with regulus at the time of the broadcast, and with him, he could afford to be a little more... open. the grimace on his lips lingers as he rubs his hands over his face, as if trying to shake off a nightmare. with a frustrated huff, he reaches out and takes regulus’s hand. " forget it. i won’t let that keep bothering me, " he says, his tone surprisingly sincere, a clear honesty reflected in his voice. " i’ve prepared something. " he adds, his thumb gently stroking regulus's wrist. " you know, to make up for the disaster the other day— " a forced smile flickers on his face, though it’s clear he can’t quite manage a genuine one when the memories are so bitter. " close your eyes, " he requests, his voice softening as he does the same, and within three seconds, they’re standing on the island of mykonos. the warm sun and crystal-clear blue waters immediately overshadow the cold remnants of war left behind in the united kingdom. " i did think about france, but... well, it was a bit too clichéd, and besides, you’d probably be showing off your french all the bloody time—so annoying, " he teases, a sly smile curving the corners of his lips.

ft. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @impcrios ) 📍 BARTY'S FLAT

[bcrtiesjr]

the days after the interrogation hadn’t been kind to barty. it always took him a while to recover whenever his father decided to turn him into his puppet for the day. that was why he’d spent most of his time in bars or other places where he could escape, though it was a known fact in the wizarding world that familiar faces were never far behind. the heir of the crouch family let out a short exhale as he watched the former gryffindor step through the door of the cosy café in hogsmeade. “ i didn’t send you any owls this time, so i reckon you’re just here for muffins and coffee, ” he said, though his usual easy, friendly tone was slightly lacking. not because of melis, of course, but because of the mess that was currently clouding his thoughts. “ otherwise, i’ll have to assume you’re following me, ” he added, taking a drag from the nearly finished cigarette. “ look, i’ve kept my distance. haven’t sought you out. haven’t bothered you... i’ve been on my best behaviour. ”

ft. 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐙 ( @pcnsieves ) 📍 HOGSMADE

[bcrtiesjr]

“ i don’t understand, ” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, though it wasn’t something that typically characterised him. still, it was a habit he’d picked up whenever he was within the confines of the ministry. he’d always had to be careful—careful with who he spoke to, how he spoke, and who he allowed himself to visit. “ aren’t interrogations meant to be private, then? ” he muttered, letting out a small snort of disbelief. it wasn’t something that really bothered him, after all, he hadn’t exactly been the one giving answers to that unknown auror that day—his father had. he exhaled sharply, his gaze dropping to the witch in front of him. he wasn’t sure if he was expecting a response or just needed to speak. his mind was tangled with questions, none of which seemed to have an easy answer. his eyes wandered to a blank corner of the room, something about its emptiness offering him a brief moment of quiet. “ it’s ridiculous, ” he said, his voice softer now, a trace of uncertainty in his tone. “did they interrogate you too?” he asked, his lips curving into a slight frown, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.

ft. 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 ( @apparitixns ) 📍 MINISTRY OF MAGIC

[bcrtiesjr]

the delirium bar was probably one of his favourite spots. there was always good music, good food, good drinks, and a bloody good view. oh, yes. alecto always managed to make barty form a mischievous smile on his lips, but it never went beyond that. glances, words, maybe the brush of their hands. somehow, he’d always held back for different reasons, but tonight, the circumstances were entirely different for them both. however, that wasn’t about to stop his usual sarcastic remarks, the flirtations that seemed to come as naturally as breathing to the heir of the crouch name. " so, is it true, then? you're getting married? " a dramatic sigh escaped his lips, his elbows resting on the bar as his hands cradled his face. his pale eyes fixed on her, a pout curling his lips. " what's it like to break half the wizarding world's heart, hmm? including mine, " he asked, a hint of feigned innocence lacing his words while a playful grin danced across his face.

ft. 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ( @ofcarrowisms ) 📍 DELIRIUM BAR

[bcrtiesjr]

the show had barely finished when barty made a beeline for jae. it had become a habit of his, after each concert, to seek out a conversation with the lead singer. in his own way, jae had become someone easy to talk to, his company always pleasant and fitting for the moment. barty knew he still owed him something, and each time they crossed paths, he aimed to make their chat as smooth and effortless as possible. " bravo! " his applause was slow and deliberate as he approached, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his lips. " did i ever mention how great that jacket looks on you? " he raised his dark brows, the look on his face a perfect mix of charm and playfulness. " did you miss me at the last show? " he asked, tilting his head to the side.

ft. 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄-𝐖𝐎𝐍 ( @petrificusx ) 📍 HOGSMADE