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Bertram Aubrey. 5th Year. Slytherin. Don't fuck with me.

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Mischievous Fun || Regulus & Bertram

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Regulus was sort of bemused. Bertram - for as long as they had known each other - was always the one who just sort of flew by the seat of his pants into things. He did more stuff on a whim than anyone else that Regulus knew, he thought. And was probably one of the more shocking to be around.

Still, he was really the only friend that Regulus had that wasn’t family, and that wasn’t Alecto. But Alecto was different for…. reasons. Weird reasons that were really not necessary, but it was what it was, after all.

Girls were strange creatures, and Alecto was stranger than most. Not because she had those stupid mirror things or anything like that, but more along the lines that she was so intense compared to everyone else, save Bellatrix. No one beat Trixie’s intesity, ever….although Alecto came close.

“I’m always sick of being around these fucking idiots,” Regulus mumbled as he followed Bertram out of the Hall. He joined in on the rude gesture, flipping the room off and smirking. That made him feel a little bit better. 

Listening and nodding, Regulus decided that the plan could be rather fun. “Screwing with toilets? That could be fun. We could fuck over so many people. Rig them to explode and such.” Reg laughed and turned back to Bert. Sounded like a good plan.

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When Regulus agreed to have a bro day of mischief with Bertram, he threw his fist in the air in excitement.  Him and Reg hadn't hung out in so long, and Bert had a feeling that Regulus needed a bit of cheering up for some reason.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but he just felt that Reg was having a hard time with something.  Maybe today would give them a chance to let the kid forget whatever it was that was bothering him and just cause trouble.

Bertram nodded his head in response to fucking people over.  That was what he liked to do best, after all.  Laughing and continuing to walk away from the Great Hall, Bertram inquired about their plans.  "What bathroom should we go to first?  And don't say the second floor girls bathroom.  I know you have a thing for Moaning Myrtle, but I am not about to let her blubber ruin our bro day."  Bert punched Reg's arm to show that he was making a joke, and a rather poor one at that, but he hoped Regulus would find it funny at least.

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Sneaking Out || Bertram & Alecto

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She couldn’t remember if she had pulled him closer or if it had been the other way around, but it didn’t matter now. All it meant was that it made it easier to explore this kiss. When he pulled away, she smirked although she was breathing just as heavily. Figuring out how affected the other person had been just by being with her and her actions was one of her favorite parts. She was surprised by his decision to lean in close to her, touching their foreheads together. That was almost a couple thing to do and more sentimental than she would have expected from Bertram. He had always struck her as more sensible than that, but she supposed it wasn’t inconceivable that he could have multiple sides. And then this last kiss was soft. 

Alecto felt her heart flutter and a curious gentle warmth start to make itself felt. What? That wasn’t normal. Couldn’t be. She didn’t do fluttery butterflies or whatever sickeningly sweet thing other girls talk about. She did a few nights with a person when convenient, letting them both let off the steam and the heat. This was just supposed to be something between friends, leading to a later release of tension if they felt like it, nothing more. She was used to being wanted, but this felt like strangely dangerous territory. Certainly not something she wanted to try and puzzle out while they were still in the middle of the forest. 

Slowly Alecto ended the kiss and eased herself away. She didn’t try to hide how out of breath she was or the heat he had made her feel, but she carefully locked away any sign of that softer warmth. “Not bad. Maybe we can do that again sometime, just in a place a little more comfortable. Weren’t you going to show me a spell or something?” Anything to distract him from whatever had just occurred between them until Alecto had time to put everything in perspective. She really didn’t want to lose one of the few people she could tolerate outside of Amycus. Granted, even if he did get mad she could probably make it up to him somehow, but it was easier not to spoil things so early in the year. Plenty of time to sort out everything else. 

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When Alecto backed away from their last kiss, Bertram could feel himself coming back to reality.  The farther that she backed away, the clearer his head became and the more that he started to analyze his actions.  It was almost incapacitating how startled he was by everything that had just happened.  The kissing was phenomenal; he definitely wanted to do that again.  What bothered him, though was how he had acted in-between kisses.  What had he been thinking, letting their foreheads touch and looking at her like she was his girlfriend-- Bertram halted everything in his mind right then.  He was not about to let that thought spindle into his brain, especially not while he was still with her.

Shaking his head, as if he was able to physically dump out the mess in his mind, Bertram focused on what Alecto was saying.  Something about showing her a spell, which confused him even more.  He honestly couldn't remember what their reason was for coming here in the first place, but he took the lead that Alecto had given him and tried to think of something worthwhile to show her.

"Oh.  Uhm, yeah.  A spell."  Bertram's brain was still trying to put itself back together, what with the situation having turned it into goo.  He closed his eyes and sighed, racking his mind for anything magical, anything at all.

Suddenly remembering his favorite spell, one that he actually used frequently in this very place, Bertram spoke the incantation, "Lacarnum inflamarae."  Right away, flames spiraled out of his wand, creating warmth that spread throughout Bertram's body.  He hadn't realized how chilly it had become outside due to his and Alecto's other activities.  He let the flames evaporate into the air, since he didn't have anything to put them in, and his body became colder than it was before.

"How was that?"  Bertram smirked, looking directly at Alecto and hoping to figure out what she was thinking and/or feeling.

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Tensions || Bertram and Remus

[thebookishwerewolf]

Remus decided not to comment on the fact that he was not in fact laughing, and as such, couldn’t be laughing at himself, whether he had that ability or not. Which as it so happened, he did. When inebriated, or simply in a very good mood, Remus was definitely the type to have a laugh with others when he did something that could be perceived as embarrassing, among other things. Of course, his face was liable to heat up and turn red, but laughing things off was a usually a better way of dealing with things instead of making a big deal out of them. That just drew more attention to it than a laugh did, which was the opposite of the intended effect.

All the same, Remus didn’t think Aubrey would react well to Remus pointing that fact out, so he kept it to himself with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. His arms were still crossed, and his mind was whirring, trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess easily. He had his wand, so he knew that he had an advantage that Aubrey didn’t know of, but what could he do with said wand? He knew the counterspell to get himself down, of course, but there was a small, vengeful part of Remus that wanted to send a spell of some sort at the Slytherin, to show that he wasn’t as much of a doormat as he could appear to be. However, it was as he was thinking this through that Aubrey started kicking his things around.

No. That just wouldn’t do. Remus could feel his heartbeat speed up, and his rational started to get fogged up by anger. “Stop that!” he yelled at Aubrey, twisting his torso so he could survey the damage. Oh, he’d probably have to get an all new Defense book now, as it seemed practically ruined, and he knew he was out of ink at this point, for sure. “Bastard,” he muttered, whipping out his wand. He brandished it at Aubrey, shouting, “Expelliarmus!” at the first opportunity. Then he concentrated as hard as he could, thinking Liberacorpus over and over before he felt himself falling to the ground. 

Remus stuck his arms out to catch himself, and was soon on his feet again, holding his wand out in front of him, waiting for Aubrey’s reaction.

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It had all happened so fast, that Bertram hadn't even had time to think, let alone react to it all.  The two boys were now standing face to face, a couple feet apart.  Lupin had his wand pointed directly at Bertram, and Bertram's wand was nowhere to be found.  Well this certainly changes things, Bertram thought sourly.  His heart was beating quickly now, as he had absolutely no idea what to do.  Bertram might have been poking fun at how much of a prat this kid was, but he knew that he wasn't stupid.  The Marauders, no matter how stupid and self-righteous they were, knew their magic.  And especially now that Bertram didn't have the upper hand anymore because of his no-wand situation, he wasn't sure what to do.

An eternity passed with the two just staring at each other.  Bertram's brain was extremely fuzzy now, from both his alcohol content and his recent stressful situation.  He could literally think of nothing to do to get himself out of this predicament.  He couldn't just leave without doing anything, though, because then he would be an even bigger prat than this damned Lupin fuck.

Acting on impulse with no forethought whatsoever, Bertram lunged at the boy, trying to knock him down and take his wand from him.  If this fucker thought that he could take Bertram's wand without any consequences, he had another thing coming to him.

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Two's Company || Amycus & Bertram

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Amycus stomped angrily down the corridor. He was in a mood, no thanks to that small nitwit of a Charms teacher. He’d just gotten another failing grade on an essay - a rather well written essay, if you were to ask Amycus. Obviously dear professor Flitwick didn’t agree. He had Amycus stay after class so they could “discuss what the problematic areas were,” but Amycus hadn’t listened. There was no need to. Just because Flitwick was an incompetent excuse for an instructor didn’t mean there was anything wrong with him. Was Amycus really expected to make up for his teacher’s faults? Really, that was an unfair expectation on its own.

He scowled at everyone he passed, leading several of the smarter students to practically jump out of his way as he walked. If he was in a better mood, he would’ve felt pleased that people were standing aside in their rightful place as a Carrow walked down the corridor, but as it was he was still too angry to care so he just kept on his path. He lacked a direction, instead just stomping blindly through Hogwarts. It wasn’t until he was looking through the doors into the Great Hall that he realized it was dinner time. Amycus sighed and decided he’d skip on making an appearance.

Redirecting to the dungeons, he found the common room rather empty, which was probably for the best. The few students who were there took one look at Amycus and seemed to make the executive decision to stay out of his way. One girl even squeaked. Amycus sniffed, looking down on them all. He definitely didn’t want competition, but most of them were rather weak willed, and didn’t even put up a fight. These were fellow Slytherins, and he expected them to at least act to be near his level. Sighing, he picked a chair that was off in a secluded corner and took a seat. He sat their angrily brooding until he heard a voice, and realized that Bertram Aubrey was practically breathing down his neck.

“Your spot?” he asked, a note of skepticism to the question. “Aubrey, this is the Slytherin common room. That means these chairs belong to the entirety of the house; it’s not ‘your’ spot. It’s… as good as any.” Amycus wasn’t willing to admit that it was one of the easier to tolerate places in the common room, though it was much nicer to be here rather than on one of the couches in the center, where most of the younger Slytherins liked to congregate. Though obviously it didn’t do a great job of warding everyone off. “I have been much better in the past, not that it’s really any of your business. The lack of competent professors is hardly your fault, despite it being a problem that no one seems to address.” Amycus rolled his eyes and then sighed. “I suppose I must ask how you’ve been faring, then. Anything interesting to share?”

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As soon as Amycus started talking, Bertram couldn’t help grinning at everything he said. He had suspected as much for Amycus to be in a bad mood because he was always being sour to just about everyone except maybe his sister. Even then, Bertram wasn’t sure what kind of relationship the two siblings held, but he was sure it couldn’t be too bad. They were, after all, quite alike. Both being full of so much darkness it was admirable. Bertram stopped for a second on the thought of Alecto and smiled, but then hurriedly removed her from his thoughts, as he didn’t want to be thinking about Amycus’ sister right in front of him.

“I do know that, Carrow.” Bertram chuckled at Amycus’ literalness to the situation but then continued. ”But it is my favorite spot. And you obviously share the opinion.” Bertram gestured, then, to the chair of which he was referring.

"The professors here have always been a problem, Amycus. Are you just noticing that now?" Bertram love being a smart ass towards Amycus, only because of his tendency to take every situation in a literal way. It was quite ironic to Bert, which helped keep his mood up, even in the face of so much negativity. "I have been quite well, I suppose. I've got a lot on my plate, and it's quite stressful, but I try to make the best of it." Alecto popped into his head, then, probably out of association with two of his recent situations: him talking to Amycus, and his problem with her, which was on his list of need-to-figure-out. Bertram only called it a problem because of the fact that he was so confused by what had happened between them, he didn't know what to think.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts once more, Bertram looked up at Amycus. "So what exactly happened to make you remember what idiots our teachers are?"

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Practical Uses of Magic || Rodolphus & Bertram

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"Precisely; I know that the Durmstrang Institute doesn't teach Muggle Studies, and the, shall we say, less strenuous subjects such as History of Magic are held in much lower regard," Rodolphus agreed. "They place a great deal more  emphasis on the practical subjects; Potions, Transfiguration... and so on."

It was a pity that Durmstrang was none the less a foreign institution; as an eleven year old, Rodolphus had dedicated one summer trying to convince his parents to send him to Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts, but they had precisely no faith in the teaching capacity of any continental wizarding school. In that vein, they held the entire population outside the island they were born on as a lower class altogether, with some notable exceptions, such as Grindelwald. No school but a British one was acceptable, though they had their doubts regarding Hogwarts' location in Scotland. Still, when the choice came between that and home-schooling, his parents had dismissed him.

Rodolphus listened as Bertram requested his services as a mentor. He'd expected it to happen at some point, and it was well within his capacities to teach and train. The vast majority of the portion of his summer he spent at his family's home was spent educating his younger brother in much the same fashion as Bertram was asking after now. 

He smiled, slightly, one eyebrow lifting. "Of course, Aubrey. Such dedication to self-improvement is to be admired; it speaks volumes about you. What sort of thing would you be interested in having my guidance over? Purely spells, or other branches of study?"

The phrasing was meant to imply areas of magic such as potions, but Rodolphus knew that if he did end up teaching the younger boy then Bertram would be gaining an education in much more than the palpable. Rodolphus' ideologies tended to bleed through at the briefest of contacts, but extended exposure in such an environment... It was ideal, from one perspective.

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When Rodolphus actually agreed to help Bertram with his magic, he was ecstatic.  All of his embarrassment was washed away as he realized that Rodolphus even acted like he wanted to help Bertram.  "Wow, that would be so great, Rodolphus.  You're sure you don't mind, though?  I know you're probably pretty busy, and I don't want to hinder your own plans and such."  Bertram was being trying to be polite, but he really hoped that Rod wouldn't change his mind, even out of need to.  This mentoring could give Bertram the edge that he needed to really get on top of his game.  He couldn't slack on this opportunity now that he'd brought it up.

Bertram thought about Rod's question.  Did he feel the need to study more than just spells?  That was the majority of dark magic, right?  Feeling unsure of what he needed to learn and not wanting to sound stupid by mixing up his magic, Bert decided to take full advantage of the situation.  "I would take any and all help that you would be willing to give me."  After a second thought he added, "But out of curiosity right now, what other branches of study could you teach me other than spells?"

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Sneaking Out || Bertram & Alecto

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Her smirk deepened when she saw the flash of determination in Bertram’s eyes and saw him move toward her. So he did take the initiative sometimes. Well it was good to see that he was growing up a bit more and willing to take a few risks. Alecto didn’t want to let anything go too far as their surroundings weren’t all that conducive to comfort, and she did actually want to practice a few spells tonight. But there was nothing against having a little fun first. Besides, Bertram had quite a reputation among many of the other Slytherin girls. It was only fair that she compared what she had heard to the reality right? It was what friends did for each other. 

She waited for him to come to her, enjoying the feeling of power that came with such an obvious expression of want. She could have made it easier on him, but honestly, she didn’t do that for anyone and she wasn’t about to start now. And all of a sudden he was there, lips pressed against hers as he cradled her face. She raked her fingers through his hair, doing her best to muss up all his curls. She pulled him roughly against her, diving into the heated kiss. This was an exchange that she understood, and something she felt she rather excelled at. And if his reaction was anything to go by, he wasn’t disagreeing with her. 

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Bertram had been a little worried right as he went in for the kiss, but as soon as he felt Alecto give in to it, he knew he was in the clear.  As a matter of fact, he felt like he was more than in the clear.  From the way that Alecto was starting to take charge of the kiss, Bertram knew that she had wanted this as much as he had.  Her reaction was so strongly passionate, with the way that she played with his hair and gave this kiss everything she had, that it made Bertram never want to come up for air.

Their bodies were as close as they could be at this point, each one struggling to get just a little more from the embrace.  After what seemed like an eternity of being in Alecto's caress, Bertram pulled back for a second to catch his breath.  He felt like he'd just ran a marathon with the way his chest heaved to bring in the oxygen he'd missed during the kiss.  Not wanting to separate from Alecto at all though, he kept her face in his hands and touched his forehead to hers, looking straight into her eyes.  He could see the heat that she had brought to the kiss reflected in her eyes, and that made him just want it all over again.

Swooping his face down, Bertram kissed Alecto again, but this time he didn't use quite as much vigor.  His lips stayed on hers only for a couple seconds as he made sure to make this last kiss as soft as possible.  He was being extra careful to make sure things were okay as he wasn't sure if Alecto would want anything more right now, and for some reason, he really didn't want to screw this up.  This girl was just something more than any of the other's Bertram had been with.  He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he let it go for now, instead focusing his energy on Alecto.

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Two's Company || Amycus & Bertram

Bertram walked into the Slytherin common room and sighed with content.  He was finally back in his comfortable habitat: underground.  He loved how his body got naturally colder when he was down here, not to mention the lack of light in this room that suited his taste as well.  He almost found it odd that most Slytherin's would rather hang out in the dungeons than have to sulk above ground in the light, but then again, it made sense.  They were all pretty dark themselves.  It must be one of the qualities that possesses us to be sorted here in the first place.  Bertram shook his head in amusement as he thought of his first night here during the sorting.  What a fool I was, so young, he thought in a reminiscent state of mind.

Letting himself come back from his past, he smirked to himself and then started to make his way to his favorite spot in the common room.  Bertram spotted the chair that faced the wall and was the perfect shape for him to sit for hours on end while he kept himself occupied with his wand as he strode directly towards it.  He could feel his determination to get into his spot so fierce, that he almost didn't notice someone else sitting there.  It wasn't until he was right upon the chair and basically in the occupant's face, that he realized who it was.  Bertram's smirk flickered into an even bigger grin as he looked at Amycus Carrow, one of the most infamous people at Hogwarts.

"Why, hello Amycus.  I don't know why I'm surprised to see you've found my spot.  It's quite the place, isn't it?"  Bertram stopped talking then, so as to judge Amycus' reaction.  He wasn't always the best tempered person to be around, but Bertram liked his company nonetheless.  "So, Amycus, how have you been?"

[thebookishwerewolf]

Tensions || Bertram and Remus

[thebookishwerewolf]

Remus didn’t much appreciate Aubrey’s laughter, as he knew it was directed at him. He did his utmost best to just ignore it. Besides, if Aubrey didn’t take stock in rules and such, then it would just come around to bite him in the arse later. Remus wasn’t one to flaunt his prefect status - after all, he was a Marauder - but it did come in handy sometimes. He supposed that this just wasn’t one of those times. No matter, really. He would just have to make an effort to stray from his school related thoughts and employ a more Marauder way of thinking. It shouldn’t be that hard.

He watched Aubrey as he came closer, suddenly wary. It was always disconcerting to have someone circle you, particularly someone who was known to have sinister tendencies. He stood up straighter, taking advantage of his height. It was a small advantage, but anything that could help. “I don’t know why you see me as entertainment,” he said. “I’m not that exciting.” He saw that Aubrey had drawn his wand, and his heart beat sped up a bit. He heard a whispered spell, and suddenly he was hanging upside down, his bag dropping back to earth and all his school stuff scattering along the ground.

Remus sighed. This would be just his luck, wouldn’t it? To be hung upside down with a spell that his own friends used frequently (in fact, he cited them for the reason it came back in fashion, which was just the icing on the cake), his school stuff all messy and his robes hanging down towards the ground, all while being laughed at. He was thankful that he had a habit of tucking his shirt in, or otherwise this would’ve gotten even more embarrassing. He could already feel his face heating up, though from his being embarrassed or from all the blood rushing to his head, he couldn’t tell.

Part of him wanted to simply ask Aubrey to be let down, but at the same time, he knew it’d be futile. Like he’d just let him down, that’s not how these circumstances worked. “Very funny,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms to show his contempt. That’s when Remus felt it. His wand! It’d been tucked in his sleeve as opposed to in his bag. Good thinking, past me, he thought. Though it probably wasn’t a good idea to draw his own wand right then. Remus wanted to avoid a duel, if it were possible. He supposed he’d not give his secret away just yet, and let Aubrey humiliate him further at the risk of not getting in a true fight. 

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Seeing Lupin hanging upside down, with all of his belongings strewn about and his appearance now disheveled, Bertram wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to stop laughing.  Part of his laughter was coming from the firewhiskey; he was starting to feel pretty drunk and that only fueled his need to make fun of the kid more.  "It really is very funny, Lupin.  I'm glad you're able to laugh at yourself."  Lupin's reaction was making Bertram laugh even more, the way that he crossed his pompous arms like he was above these sorts of things.  And everyone in this damned castle knew that he wasn't.  The Marauders were the biggest prats at this school.

Vaguely wondering why Lupin hadn't tried to do anything about his situation yet, Bertram decided to take it one step further.  Still holding his wand high to keep Lupin in the air, Bertram walked over to where Lupin's things had fallen to the ground.  "Oh no!  Looks like all of your things have been scattered."  Bertram's tone was brassy and he was laying it on as thick as he could.  "Here.  Let me help with that."  As he was speaking, Bertram started kicking Lupin's things around, one by one, so that they lay even farther from their origin.  Pages started tearing from books and ink was spilled over most everything.  It was an utter mess, and that made Bertram smile from ear to ear.

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Practical Uses of Magic || Rodolphus & Bertram

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Rodolphus moved, body language opening as he obviously made space of the sofa, sparing Bertram further indecision. The kid clearly wanted to talk, and Rodolphus found himself at least vaguely interested in what he had to say.

"Bigger and better things..." Rodolphus echoed contemplatively. "You could describe them as such. Certainly better; at the moment my plans are, shall we say low-key?" This wasn't a lie, precisely. His involvement in them would have to be very low key, at least until he found himself his own place. It was something he needed to discuss with Bellatrix. Rodolphus caught momentarily on that thought, shifting slightly in his seat as something in his chest contracted. Not willing to study the nuances of that particularly spike of emotion, Rodolphus focused back on Bertram with slightly more vigour than he may have done otherwise.

"But I look forward to leaving, obviously. I'm thinking of maybe taking some time to study abroad, at Durmstrang or the like. Perhaps one of the African schools, they have some unusual branches of magic there. Studying only the Western sources can be limiting, don't you agree?"

Rodolphus studied Bertram's face for a moment. "Your... inclination towards leaving is showing, Aubrey."

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As soon as Rodolphus made room on the sofa, Bertram felt himself relax just a little bit.  Now that Rod had made room for Bertram to sit, it just felt more like he was being accepted and that he wasn't intruding anymore into Rodolphus' time.  After actually taking a seat on the empty part of the sofa, Bertram listened eagerly to what Rod had to say.  Low key, huh?  Bert wondered silently what that could mean.  He was intrigued by everything that Rod had to say and he wanted to ask questions about his 'plans', but he figured he better not pry into business that wasn't his own.  He might find out sooner or later, as it was.

Bertram nodded along appreciatively until he was asked a question and forced to respond with actual words.  "Oh I absolutely agree that this place is limiting my ability to learn magic that is actually worth my time.  I bet those other schools don't waste time on folly subjects like muggle studies and the like.  What I wouldn't give to be able to study somewhere else, under people who understand where we need to be heading as a society."

When Rodolphus mentioned Bertram wanting to leave Hogwarts, Bert knew that he was absolutely right.  He wanted to tell Rod all about what he wanted to do upon leaving Hogwarts as well, but to be honest, Bertram wasn't sure what his plans were.  He knew that he should start being proactive about things like that, but he still felt like he knew so little.  That thought reminded him of what he wanted to talk to Rodolphus about in the first place.

"Well, yes.  I do want to leave.  I just feel a little...unprepared?  This school has taught me nothing of importance.  I mean, I practice on my own time, but that isn't always enough."  Bertram waited a beat to judge Rod's reaction before going on.  "I was actually wondering if maybe you would have time to help me get on top of my game, so to speak.  I know that it would help so much if I just had a mentor, and with all of your experience and knowledge, you're perfect to learn from."  Bertram stopped then, feeling a little foolish at how overboard he went in his little speech.

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Sneaking Out || Bertram & Alecto

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She sniffed, but more reflectively than judgmentally. She’d been in worse places for a good practice session. “It’s not bad. I’m sure it does the job.” She smirked and glanced around. Maybe she could conjure a seat for herself. Except she didn’t actually know how to do that yet. Damn. Well, she could summon something she supposed, but that wouldn’t look as suave. Never mind, she would stand for now. She could always just make Bertram fetch her something later and make some idiot comment about how as host he was supposed to provide for her. Maybe she could steal one of Amycus’s school books tomorrow to see if it had anything about conjuring in it. 

She focused back on Bertram, nodding along with his statement. “It’s understandable. That dump of a castle is stifling with all of the mudblood filth and the moronic ‘do-gooder’ rules. How we don’t all go insane in there I’ll never understand.” Well, according to a few people Alecto had crossed that line a long time ago. But she didn’t worry about it all that much. If this was insanity she never ever wanted to be sane. This was boring enough as it was, sanity was bound to be worse. 

She could see the heat and the interest in his eyes. She thought the evening might lead to something like this, but she hadn’t expected it to be so easy and so soon. As tempting as it was though, it would be no fun if she distracted him this early. And he’d just had something to drink which tended to decrease performance, so it would have to wait a bit. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him, just a little. He couldn’t really expect anything else from her, could he? They were friends after all. She leaned forward, her lips a whisper away from his before speaking. “Only when they want something.” But then she spun out of his reach, laughing as she did so. 

She turned back toward him, one hand on her hip and the light of laughter still in her eyes. The wind had lightly ruffled his blonde hair, which really only made her want to run her hands through it more. She’d like to see what he looked like on his knees and begging, but that was for another day. And slightly more comfortable surroundings. She flicked her hair over her shoulders. “Did you want something then?”

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

The space that they were in was quite bare.  Bertram hadn't quite realized it wasn't suitable for company, what with no chairs or basically anything, because he was always by himself when he was there.  Alecto was probably smirking at his lack of preparation for the evening, and Bertram wasn't fond of not keeping her impressed.  Before he could think of anything to do, though, he was listening to Alecto's sultry voice right in front of him, centimeters away.  Bertram's pulse quickened, their suddenly close proximity paralyzing his body with enticement.

Before Bertram could react to Alecto's lips so close to his, she was already out of his reach, teasing him with determination.  This only made him want her all the more, which was surely exactly why Alecto was doing it.  Bertram grinned, shaking his head slightly in amusement to her vivacity.   Her wild red hair, which was coincidentally Bertram's favorite thing about Alecto, being flicked over her shoulders was the epitome of torment for him.  He wanted to talk, to tell her that all he wanted was her, but no words would come out.

In that instant, Bertram realized he could only do one thing.  Quickly, and with more determination than he'd ever had before, he strode over to the beautiful lady, grabbed her face in his hands with a gentle roughness, and kissed her with all of his might.

[amycuslycarrow]

But I don’t find myself funny, in a laughable manner. Nor do I find you funny either, but to each his own, I suppose.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

To each his own.

[amycuslycarrow]

You’d best not be mocking me. It won’t end well for you if you are.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

Oh come on, bud!  Have a laugh every once in a while!

I wasn't mocking you, just chuckling at myself.

[thebookishwerewolf]

Tensions || Bertram and Remus

[thebookishwerewolf]

Remus watched as the other boy, Aubrey he’d said, dropped his hand with a near sneer. After learning his name, it seemed that the Slytherin wasn’t as keen on shaking hands with Remus, which was quite amusing, if he really thought about it. Well, no it wasn’t. It was meant to be insulting, Remus knew that. But as a werewolf, and as someone who grew up with the family he did, he was used to things like that. Which was a bit sad on its own, but such was life. Remus wasn’t going to let himself get bothered by it, especially not in the face of this Slytherin.

“You’re a Slytherin, and I’m pretty sure I’ve had to dock points from you before… or some of your friends. Either way,” Remus said. He wasn’t a fan of Aubrey’s behavior, nor was he a fan of this situation at all. At first, he was nervous, but now he was just getting annoyed. He wanted to get past this Aubrey, get into the castle where there were other people around at the very least (it was always harder to be bullied when there were whitnesses), and up to Gryffindor Tower where he knew he was safe. He sighed.

“I could ask the same of you, you know,” he pointed out, not caring around the sarcasm in any of Aubrey’s comments. “At least I have an excuse; I was making my way back from the Greenhouses after having been… detained for a reason that’s none of your business.” He didn’t want to own up to the fact that he had been being told off by Sprout. Remus didn’t think that would help his case any. “And I’ll have you know that I don’t suck up to teachers. Just because I do my work doesn’t mean I’m ‘sucking up’ at all. Now, I get to ask you a question. What are you doing out here?” Two can play at the questioning game… even if it was liable to land Remus in trouble. He didn’t care too much right then.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

As soon as Lupin started talking about docking points, Bertram couldn't help but start busting out laughing.  Did this preachy do-gooder really think that Bert cared even the slightest bit about losing points for his house?  It really was quite amusing, but after a couple seconds of laughter, Bertram controlled himself and let it stop.  He had more important things to be doing to this boy than just laughing at him.

As if on cue, Lupin started rambling on about something school-related that Bertram could care less about.  It seemed that he was just digging himself a hole really, what with trying to explain all of his pious, extra-curricular activities that made Bertram want to shove his wand through his own eye.  When Lupin finally got around to asking the one question that Bertram wanted to answer, he was almost too bored to even care anymore.  Nonetheless, he still made an effort to stay in this interaction until he'd had some fun out of it.

"Me?  What am I doing out here?  Well, I am so happy that you asked that my dear boy, because you are, in fact, the reason that I am out here."  Taking a step to his right, Bertram started to walk a circle around the boy, all the while taking his sweet old time.  He wanted to show Lupin that he was going to draw this all out as long as he could.  "You see, I've been quite bored lately because this junkyard of a school has very limited options to keep me occupied.  So, naturally, I am out here looking for some entertainment.  And you have become that entertainment."

By this time, Bertram was in front of Lupin again.  Pulling his wand out of his sleeve and muttering "Levicorpus," so softly that Bertram himself wasn't sure if he had spoken the jinx or just thought it, he watched as Lupin's body was suddenly thrown upside down into the air.  At this, Bertram exploded into another fit of laughter, but this time, it wasn't so easy to curb.

[amycuslycarrow]

There is no probably, Aubrey. I am right.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

Of course you are. -laughs-

[amycuslycarrow]

I wouldn’t say crazy… but having someone to curse is probably the only benefit this excuse of a school has to offer.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

You're probably right, Amycus.

[amycuslycarrow]

Well I have to do something to have fun around here, don’t I? 

One could hope for such a thing. But they’re all quite idiotic, so I’m sure they’d just come back. More for us to play with, at any rate.

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

True, true.

Your sister would actually probably go crazy if she didn't have anyone to curse every once in a while.  So would you for that matter.  Am I right?

[amycuslycarrow]

I have been no where of consequence, let me assure you. Though it is nice to know I’ve been missed.

Oh, I know I’m right. Hmm, I might just have to do something. Maybe go find some Muggle born to play with, or something. 

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

Glad to see you haven't changed at all.  Still like playing with toys, it seems.

And your timing couldn't be better.  Fuck with all of the first year mudbloods, and scare them off so they won't come back next year.