「 MY THRONE 」

perhaps it wasn't your fault you turned out the way you did? perhaps it was your fathers doing? you blamed him for all the days he spent in the office instead of expressing love or guidance. blamed him for making you take etiquette lessons; the sickening smile that coated your face even though you wanted to vomit. so you rebelled, it was a fun little game you played with your father; you wake up under his roof, use his money, his perks, and you side with the very people he hated.

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selwyn, ophelia

ophelia turns to the boy, interest piqued. “you knew her well, then?”

        ❝   well  enough  to  know  she  didn’t  deserve  the  cards  she  was  dealt  with.   ❞   his  gaze  stayed  glued  to  the  floor,  finding  it  all  too  easy  to  feign  grief. 

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fortescue, alice

               alice’s  head  snapped  up  at  the  sound  of  his  voice,  eyes  narrowed  before  they’d  even  settled  on  him.    ❛   don’t  act  like  you  even  payed  her  a  second  glance,  crouch.  there  are  people  who  are  really grieving,  surely  you  can  survive  without  the  spotlight  on  you  for  two  seconds.  ❜

there  was  a  sharp  inhale,  dark  hues  still  playing  their  part  of  appearing  sorrowful.   his  feet  taking  a  step  back  in  utter  shock.     ❝  how  can  you  imply  such  a  thing,  alice   ?   as  if  i  only  care  about  is  myself   ?    what  happened  to  her  was  tragic . . .  if  anything  you  should  apologize  for  your  insensitivity.    ❞

[fcrtscuealice]

it’s called chemistry, i have it with everybody.

barty crouch jr, probably (via fcrtscuealice)

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talkalot, lucinda

     “Weak,” Lucinda muttered, scanning through the strategy breakdown in the Prophet from the Arrows v Falcons game that happened on the weekend. Quill scratching against the parchment, she took note of the move the Falcons’ chasers had used—she was fairly sure she’d seen Harris and Dearborn do something similar once, and even though she thought they were probably innovative enough to do something new, seeing how the Arrows’ beaters had defended against it was not something that would hurt. “Poor effort from Lynch,” she said critically, eyeing the stats, unimpressed. “Nice block from Adams, though,” she said appreciatively. Lucinda gave credit where it was due, after all.

taking  the  empty  seat  next  to  her  as  his  books  made  a  loud  thud ,  barty  eyed  the  newspaper  in  hand.  when  did  she  not  spout  off  about  quidditch ?    the  answer  was  never.  at  least  she  excelled  at  the  sport.   ❝  oh  dearest  lucinda,  critiquing  yet another  game  are  we ?   ❞   there  was  a  wiggle  to  his  brow  despite  him  wanting  to  crumple  up  that  horrendous  paper  altogether.      ❝  and  here  i  was  hoping  you’d  expand  your  horizons  this  school  year.   ❞  

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rostam, aya

             ❛     i  have  no  idea  what  you  mean.     ❜     she  tiptoed  forward,  light  on  her  feet  as  a  knowing  grin  made  itself  at  home  across  her  soft  features.      ❛     i’m  a  good  girl  .  .  .  who  only  sometimes  slides  down  the  banister.     ❜

he  eyes  her  sternly,  brow  raising  at  her  obvious  fib.   ❝  you’re  lucky  i  haven’t  got  proof  ....  yet.  but  don’t  you  worry,  this  year  you  have  my  undivided  attention.  ❞ 

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     ❝   it’s  quite  sad  isn’t  it  ?   ❞    his  voice  lowered  as  sadness  coated  his  tongue.   empathy  was  something  he  lacked,  but  barty  knew  just  how  to  make  it  appear  real.      ❝  she  was  just  here  walking  the  halls  and  now  she’s  gone.   ❞  

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rostam, aya

❛     ooooohhhhh c’mon    !     it’s perfectly  safe  .  .  .  i  do  it  all  the  time     !     ❜

❝  mhmmm,   just  like  you  sneak  out  after  curfew  each  night.   i’m  onto  you,  rostam.  ❞   there’s  a  playful  tone  to  his  words  before  he  begins  to  roll  up  his  sleeves.   ❝  -----  and  what  exactly  are  we  doing ??   ❞

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dolohov, katerina

SWEET , SWEET EYES          ( like anchors in stormy sea )  hooked into her own  —-  drawing her in until she is able to steal the toast from between his long fingers.  “ MY DEAR , i always miss you when you are not near . “

       brows  crease,  lips  nearly  pulling  into  a  pout  when  she  plucked  away  his  morning  snack.   when  it  came  to  katerina,  barty  had  learned  the  importance  of  how  to  share.     ❝  listen,  it  was  dreadful  being  away  for  the  summer.  father  was  such  a  pest,  i  nearly  had  the  mind  to  come  visit  you  if  i  didn’t  think  you’re  brother  would  hex  me  on  the  spot.  ❞  

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jones, hestia

“alright, i GET that this is seventh year and all, but did slughorn really have to give us this much homework on our first week back?,” hestia exclaimed, waving her planner through the air. “i mean — jeez. it’s a LOT!”

      ❝   its  his  special  way  of  greeting  us  back.   ❞    a  chuckle  sounded  off  his  lips  at  hestia’s  inner  turmoil.   slughorn  adored  him.  another  perk  of  being  an  outstanding  student,  barty  rarely  had  to  turn  in  things  on  time.     ❝  reckon  you  should  get  started  on  it  then.  ❞  

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dolohov, katerina

“ well there you are  —-  “

        ❝  ----  ah  yes,  here  i  am.   ❞    fingers  plucking  a  piece  of  toast,  dark  hues  settling  on  hers.  the  curves  of  his  lips  lifting  into  a  knowing  smile.    ❝  missed  me,  have  you ?   ❞  

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DOUGLAS BOOTH —— Well, if it isn’t BARTY CROUCH JR, the RAVENCLAW superstar. For those of you who don’t know HIM, you can spot them sitting with the other SEVENTH years. Most people think that they’re COURTEOUS and COGENT, but they can also seem pretty MOROSE and MANIPULATIVE. Sometimes people call them the EVIL PRINCE. Sure, they’re a PUREBLOOD, but that doesn’t define them.

hiya !!  my names kay and i royally suck at intros but imma really try with this one.  

QUICK BACKGROUND  ——  as a child, barty looked up to his father.  thought the world of him even though the man barely paid any attention to his only son.  little barty craved so much,  yet got so little in return.

when he started witnessing how his father neglected his whimsical obedient mother,  that bright adoring light dimmed,  and barty began to resent his old man.  how could anyone choose their work over their family ??   barty could never agree with it.

instead,  his father pushed him aside and threw him into anything that could groom little barty into the son he wanted.  a son he could never be.

FLASH FORWARD  ——  the sorting hat only took four seconds to decide his fate,  which was ravenclaw.  surprisingly enough,  the hat wanted to put him in slytherin though it sensed the boys true desires.  

unlike his fathers lack of blood purist views,  barty had his own thoughts  ( shocker - he’s not a robot ).   and maybe it was because of his buddying friendship with the slytherin house that made him detest any muggleborn ??   or maybe those views were always with him as a child ??   no matter,  barty would throw himself into anything his father despised.

having such a well respected surname gained him much attention at hogwarts.  all of which he adored.  it was something he lacked at home,  so why wouldn’t barty clutch at the heart stings of every student ??

when it came to his studies,  he got excellent marks.  it was something he took pride in and was one of the things he could control.

most would assume he did such things to garnish the attention of barty crouch senior,  and in some ways yes,  but it was mostly for himself.  it was an inner craving of his to have perfection.  the irony is that he’s far from perfect.

but ( surprise surprise ) slughorn adored him so much that he invited the raven to the slug club. 

he has refined the image of the ‘perfect son’.  at parties barty would smile genuinely,  ask ladies to dance and never once crush their toes.  he loathes it though.  to him, the parties are meaningless

due to the “family image” being such a big part for crouch senior,  barty played his part.  it wasn’t hard to represent his father,  but it was all superficial.  it was boring -  it was all lies.

but honestly,  the guy is really squeaky clean on the outside.  super charismatic yet calculating. he loves to act like he’s this nice guy, even though he’s probs thinking of ways to kill u in his head ??   like yikes

wanted connections:

he needs some slytherin buddies ?  maybe a bestfriend that he can confide all his inner thoughts too ?  def gotta have a couple enemies ( cuz he’s bound to rub peeps the wrong way, lbr ), maybe an ex bc i’m sure he’s dated in the previous years.  idek, i’d be up to anything really ??

[flawlessgentlemen]

[mieczyslawstilniski]

forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)

[theavengers]

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@kxdolohov​

[realfootage]

[cameronbaum]

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Barty: my aesthetic is murder

Barty: but like

Barty: with wine