Callum Blackwood

callum blackwood. twenty-six. martin blackwood's campaign leader.

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After the week he’d been having, Callum felt like he deserved to treat himself to some new robes, even if he did have several wardrobes full of clothes at home. It didn’t matter he was rich. The man strolled into the store, his head held high as he spotted a familiar face at the opposite end. He didn’t know Pansy really well, but he knew her enough to address by name from all the High Society parties that the Pureblood held, and of course, his visits into this very shop.

“Parkinson, what have you got for me? I want something impressive, and I hope you won’t disappoint.”

@ms-pparkinson​

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Callum wondered whether Draco had heard about the whole mix up involving the young Delacour, he could only hope, he knew that would really piss Draco off, and there was nothing better than seeing a pissed off Malfoy. 

The man had to pay a visit to St. Mungo’s for a lingering pain that had been cause by none other than the Delacour herself, so he could only hope that he’d bump into Draco on the way. Luck seemed to be on his side, because he spotted him almost immediately. 

“Malfoy,” he greeted with a smirk. “Although, am I Malfoy now?”

@malfoythesnake​

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It had been a while since Callum and Roderick had spent any time together. Roderick had been off in talks with the giants, which had gone quite successfully, and Callum had been holding a grudge towards Roderick for his involvement with Irene. His dislike for her approach, and her disrespect for him was what brought Callum to hold hatred towards her. He expected Roderick to pick his friends over a woman, who would probably drop him quicker than she had picked him up. 

The man sat behind a table at the leaky cauldron, clutching a firewhiskey in his hand, when he spotted Roderick enter and make his way over. Callum shook his head, raising an eyebrow at the man. “Finally decided you want to talk to me again?”

@reflint​

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It had taken a couple of days for Callum to figure out how to get his hair to grow back, but once he did he couldn’t help but want revenge against the person who did this to him. The man didn’t know much about her, just that she was Fleur Delacour’s sister, and that she had connections to the Weasleys, and that probably explained her embarrassing behaviour. 

Callum was a mission, he waited day in and day out for the young Delacour to appear in his eye-line, so he could hex her back or scare her. Maybe he could convince his dad to get her fired for aggression, so he mentioned it to the elder Blackwood, that he had heard rumours of an aggressive secretary in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. His Dad told him he’d look into it. 

And so, Callum arrived at the blonde’s desk with a smirk, levitating a chair in front of it so he could place himself down. “It looks like you won’t be here for much longer.” 

@gabriellexdelacour​

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Where: St. Mungo’s  When: Day after the Blackwood Dinner Party

Since the events of the Christmas Dinner party last night, Callum had been locked away in his room, partly because he’d been with Georgina and partly because he hadn’t been brave enough to come face to face with his dad. On waking up this morning, and seeing himself in the mirror, he realised he couldn’t go into work with the bruises and cuts that had worsened over night. So, instead of following his usual route to the Ministry, he took a detour to St. Mungo’s, where he was quickly directed to a private room- the perks of being a respected member of the Ministry- where he sat waiting for a healer. 

He was sat waiting for much longer than he thought, he was hoping that he’d have been able to pretend he’d been busy with errands to his Dad, but he knew now that it would be impossible to convince him of that, seen as he was so late. 

Finally, the door opened, “This is ridiculous, I’ve been waiting for-” Callum cut himself off, because stood before him was Wade. “Absolutely not, I want another healer, and I want them now.” 

@wadeavery​

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georginasnyde​:

@callumhqs​

“Yes, Marcus. I don’t know how you got this job in the first place.” She was already walking away from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. the training season was already in full blast and Georgina needed to get her green light from the department, so she could formality participate and see if there was anything that she missed while she was just training. Marcus, though, was insufferable, in or out of the office. But in the end, she got what she needed. 

On her way out of the elevator, Georgina spotted to now definitely familiar face. It all happened suddenly; it wasn’t something that she expected nor through would happen, but she found herself sneaking out of the manor a few hours later. “I see your face is looking better.” A smirk played on her ruby lips as she walked up to Callum. “Guess there are few things that definitely help.” 

After the events of the other night, Callum couldn’t say that he’d had the best couple of weeks, in fact, his father had been shutting him out, which Callum wasn’t particularly used to. He was the golden boy, the star of the family, and yet, here he was embarrassing himself. 

The man walked over to the elevators, not expecting to see someone on the way out, and especially not expecting to see Georgina. “Only slightly,” the words left his lips lightly, but a grin curled onto his face. “You know what, I can’t actually remember, I think you might have to give me a reminder.” 

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xoromilda​:

Romilda felt honoured, truly. Because she had been given another column at work, of course she loved writing as Juliette Fox, and she would continue to write that column because the people wanted it. But now she could write under her own name as well, because she’d been given a current events column. She hadn’t been exactly sure what she was going to write about this week until she spotted her target across the bar. Callum Blackwood. Martin Blackwood’s son, and causing quite a stir at events recently. She’d heard about the shouting at Weasley, she hadn’t experienced it first hand because she’d felt some secrets slipping out of her lips and left the event promptly. She had too many things to spill to stay in a risky situation like that. Romilda asked the bartender what Callum had been ordering, got two, and made her way over to the brooding Campaign Leader. “That one looks quite empty. Lucky for you I’m one step ahead” she said, putting on her most charming voice and subtly tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

@callumhqs​

Callum hadn’t expected the company, along with a drink, he recognised the other from the train, though he wasn’t certain of the name. “Buying me a drink? What’s the motive behind this? You haven’t poisoned it, have you?” he raised an eyebrow at the other, a smirk crossing his lips, as he took the drink from her hand, his eyes narrowing at her, taking a sip. He doubted she had any reason to poison him. “Sit.” he offered the chair next to him, though it was less of a request and more of a command. “So tell, why do I have the pleasure of sharing a drink with you?” He couldn’t even remember her name, so it was hardly a pleasure when he didn’t know the person. 

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percyweasley-arc​:

Going back to work seemed like one of the hardest tasks that Percy had to do. Not only did he have to write a few press notices and reassure the general public about Kingsley’s disturbing outburst, Percy had to lay in his own bed. He had said some things to his own boss and other department heads. He had lost track and had resulted to covering his mouth before he talked. That was before he talked to Callum and his father. For once, Percy did feel bad but his tongue had played the fiddle and he had allowed it-and enjoyed it. Now, Percy went over the last few papers on a stack he had yet to do when Callum waltzed in. 

A deep sigh was emitted and Percy dragged his gaze up to meet Blackwood. “Good afternoon, Blackwood,” Percy acknowledged, not submitting to whatever antics the other man wanted to play with. “The Minister is currently unavailable and so am I. I assure you that the Ministry is working hard on grievances and concerns. If you would like to write your own on a note then I urge you to do so. Is that all?”

It was almost laughable how the Weasley was playing this, always so professional, probably the same way that he’d deal with a situation like this, but Callum took it in his stride. “Unavailable? You look pretty available to me, in fact, what do you even do, Weasley? Sit here and answer the grievances and concerns, reply with a stiff apology that feels like you wrote it because you had to?” he raised an eyebrow at the other. “Maybe I want to leave my grievances and concerns with you and not on a piece of parchment. How’s this: Dear Minister, I think you embarrassed us all tonight, especially Percy Weasley, who looks like he’s seen several ghosts as he sits across from me- are you writing this down?” He picks up a quill from the desk and passes it to the man. “How to continue- oh I know- I think it would be in all our best interests if you did the following things: one. you stepped down from your post, allowing Mr. Blackwood to rise to the position of Minister, which if I might add, is highly likely, two. you let go of Mr. Weasley, he has done no good for your campaign, and three. you make a statement to confess that you were the worst minister of all time. Yours sincerely, faithfully, Callum Blackwood. Son to the next Minister.” He leaned back in his chair with a smirk. 

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cassius-selwyn​:

Since the Halloween event, Cassius could tell that people were worried and they should be. While he wasn’t aware of the truth serum, people being cautious was the best result out of all of this. Nothing went to plan while everything had gone to plan. Cassius looked at the silver lining delightfully but his work was still corrupt with Potter and his friends. He had most of the Ministry wrapped around his finger without knowing it. Or if he did, he was so naïve to the fact that it was insulting. 

“Hiding? I would say drinking in public is not the best idea if you were going for places to hide,” he added, sagging into his chair as he felt he was going to be here for a while. It was better than coming out and not being here at all. “What is he ranting about now?” Cassius hoped his friend eased with caution as he didn’t want to talk about the Redeemers in such a public element. “And why yell at you? Aren’t you the golden child?”

“This is the last place my father would look for me,” he replied sharply. He didn’t need to be corrected at the present time, he’d made a decision and he’d stuck with it. “Oh just about behaviour at the masquerade event the other night, how embarrassed he was of my... disagreement with Percy Weasley,” he sighed, taking a sip of his drink. “Exactly, I’m the golden child who let him down by behaving in such a manner- a manner, I might add, that I wouldn’t usually behave in. I’d usually just annoy Percy and leave it there, but for it to escalate as it did... that’s something for father to be ashamed of.” 

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chyoulater​:

There is nothing more satisfying than winning a Quidditch match. Winning means a more relaxed atmosphere at practices. No more excessive speed drills that make her groundsick. No more angry coaches spouting off opposing players’ statistics. No more core strength training that lasts until midnight. Cho can already imagine the calm, perfect days ahead where she can give herself a break. She is just so happy about winning that she does not mind attending the post match press conference, being bombarded by questions from various Wizarding news outlets. She also does not mind attending the post match celebration. Happy to bask in the glory of a Quidditch win while enjoying delicate pastries by a table.

Cho has just entered the room when someone accosts her with his hand held out. She takes and shakes it out of politeness, studying the stranger’s face intently. Sure that she’s seen him somewhere. When he says his name, it all clicks. He’s the Minister candidate Martin Blackwood’s son. Cho might not pay close attention to politics but one cannot necessarily avoid all the talks surrounding Martin Blackwood and Kingsley Shacklebolt wherever one may go. “Cho Chang,” she introduces herself, nodding to him, “Thank you. I take it you enjoyed the game?” She smiles at him as a waiter offers her a drink which she takes. She gestures for him to take one too, figuring that making nice with Callum Blackwood costs her nothing. “We usually played better than that. Well, I, usually played better than that,” she laughs airily, “But what counts is that we won right?”

The man smiles as she introduces herself, he, of course, knew her name, he’d heard it enough times throughout the match, it was hard to miss, though, he wouldn’t admit that. “Yes, it was quite riveting, nothing like watching people get knocked off of their brooms in the afternoon,” yes, he found that very entertaining, maybe a bit too much. He takes one of the offered drinks with a polite smile, though he doesn’t acknowledge the server, he’s used to being waited upon. Taking a sip of his drink, he continued with the conversation. “I think you played well enough,” he replied, he’d never played quidditch himself, but he’d seen enough of these matches to know that she’d played well. “That is all that counts, winning is important, more important than anything else, I believe.” 

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gabriellexdelacour​:

Gabi’s mood soured on a dime. Ugh. This asshole. Everything everyone had ever said about Draco Malfoy made perfect sense because Gabi wanted to toss him into a strong-flowing river and watch him float away. Sounded like music to her ears.

She looked down at her down absolutely ruined outfit and scowled. Sure she could just Vanish the water or Charm the clothes clean again no problem, it was the principle of the thing.

“Obviously I did not know eet was you.” She snapped, “Or I would ‘ave eaten somewhere else, Malfoy.”

Malfoy? That was interesting, she thought he was Draco Malfoy. He didn’t understand how, he didn’t resemble the other in the slightest, he was entirely charming and handsome for one, didn’t have as light of hair as he did, didn’t frown as often. Though, it was entertaining, he’d see how far he could take this. “Such a shame, I guess next time you’ll have to owl ahead to make sure that there isn’t a Malfoy in the building, that way we won’t cross paths again, though it would be a awful if I didn’t get to experience your chirpy attitude again.” 

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harrietfawley​:

Since finding out about her pregnancy, Harriet had laid low. She stopped going to the Redeemer missions and she didn’t consider herself one of them anymore. She ignored the owls that were sent her way. When she wasn’t at work, it was rare that she left her apartment other than to go to the Burrow for dinner or very quickly to pick a few items up. The Ministry had been good about helping. They’d let her take a desk job and stop going on hit witch missions. She kept her head down, did her work, and kept to herself. 

When Callum Blackwood showed up at her desk, Harriet’s heart dropped into her stomach. A hand immediately rested upon her bump as if protecting it as her eyes narrowed at him. “I don’t believe that it’s any of your business,” Harriet snapped back softly. “Surely you of all people wouldn’t know anything about love or matters of the heart.” 

“Yes, but I do know matters of other importance, matters that overrule matters of the heart,” he raised an eyebrow at her. “Rather risky, don’t you think? Plodding about her so proudly- so openly, when you’re aware that there’s such danger as the Redeemer’s about, how frightening,” he shook his head, in a fake manner of sympathy. “If I were you I would be fearing for my life, terrified, in fact, I might even leave the country to get away. Especially if there’s a Weasley involved, they’re no good, no, I always thought you were a woman of integrity, never did I believe you’d go for a Weasley- of all people,” he muttered, with a sigh. “But I guess that’s a risk you were willing to take.” His eyes narrowed at her, to any passerby, it would look like a concern, possibly, but they both knew the deeper meaning.  

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irenerosier​:

Irene wasn’t a fan of Martin Blackwood. That much was obvious. However, she kept their relationship professional despite her distaste. His son, however, she didn’t hide her distaste for Callum. That being said, she wasn’t afraid of him either. He acted tough, but she knew that he was afraid of his father. She knew that he was just a boy in a man’s body. He was really quite pathetic. Propping her feet up on his desk, Irene leaned back into the seat, her eyes on Callum the entire time. “No. I think I’ll stay,” she retorted lowly. “I do have a few questions, after all.” 

Callum looked up from the paperwork he was working on, putting down his quill and leaning back in his chair, folding his arms over. This really was the most unwelcome of visits, he didn’t care for Irene, he didn’t like her, he didn’t like people who liked her, in fact, he’d go so far to say he despised the woman- detested- hated, you name the word and he’d agree. “Questions? Maybe you can direct them at my secretary and they’ll be able to answer them for you. I don’t particularly have time for people who are about to waste my time.” Especially not today.

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cassius-selwyn​:

There were little victories that came from the night. Some of the Redeemers had followed through with their tasks and were able to assemble a list of names. On the other hand, the veritaserum had been an obstacle for everyone. There was also the most interesting reaction to the evening. He had fell under Irene’s spell for the last time and finally followed his feelings through. He thought that they would disappear after that but Irene had come over for at least three time since then. Each time he thought it would be the last and that’s what he wanted. They weren’t playing with veritaserum anymore. 

Cassius tipped his head at Cassius and gave a knowing smile. “Getting drunk at a bar alone,” Cassius hummed, whistling lowly. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Cassius took his drink and raised it at his friend before drinking the contents. “Work is work. Work is over now. Tell me why you’re out here looking for pity.” The words were sarcastic as he dumped himself in the chair beside Callum.

Callum hadn’t complete his tasks, he knew that people whispered about him, Blackwood’s embarrassing son, unable to complete the simplest of tasks because he was too busy annoying Percy Weasley. The man didn’t react too kindly to these rumours, ready to strike at anyone who questioned his integrity. Though, he knew he could at least trust Cassius to not overly taunt him about it, though he probably would’ve done a lot worse if it was the other way around. 

“Yes,” he muttered, raising his drink to that, though it wasn’t really something to cheers at. The man took a gulp, placing the glass firmly down on the bar, so there was an echo of the contact between it and the counter. “Ha,” he scoffed. “More like hiding from anyone who wants to talk to me. Father’s been abnormally cruel recently, though it’s expected. I’d much rather be here alone, than there listening to him rant.” 

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Callum was often invited to Quidditch matches, his father usually got the tickets, but he never went so Callum would occasionally take the tickets for himself and would normally invite someone, but today no one was available so the man went alone. After every match, there was a post match gathering, which anyone of importance attended. The man quickly cornered someone he hadn’t spoken to yet, holding out his hand to shake. He recognised the other, she knew some of Potter’s friends he was certain, he was observant like that.

“Callum Blackwood, great match today. It was a close one, but that hit at the end of the game really saved you I think.”

@chyoulater​

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There were few places that Callum could go to relax, people usually followed him there or hunted him down, no matter how much he told them to leave him alone. People seemed to just want him to torment them, they craved it. That’s how he found himself in the Hog’s Head this particular evening, it hadn’t really gained in popularity and it was an absolute dump, but at least it was quiet. 

The man ordered himself a drink, waving his wand to clear the dust from the top of the counter,  causing a gust of air to knock over his drink, he’d never been that good at cleaning magic, he hadn’t needed to be. He hardly realised the drink had fallen onto someone, and he began to laugh as he noticed who it was. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t stand so close to me then.” 

@gabriellexdelacour​

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Callum heard many rumours though people, he loved to collect them all to blackmail people later, but when he’d heard that Harriet might be pregnant with a Weasley child, he didn’t believe it- no, he couldn’t believe it. He genuinely thought she had been loyal to the cause, had wanted the world that they were building, but there was no denying when he spotted her the other night, hand in hand with Charlie Weasley. The man knew he had to investigate this himself, he was certain that Irene would be on the case, but he couldn’t deny himself a chance to meet the woman. 

It was rare that she was left alone at this point, but the man knew that he could probably corner her at the Ministry and so made a visit to her desk, a wide smirk on his face as he pulled up a chair and sat down. “So, pregnant? Who would’ve thought it? Was it a mistake because I doubt anyone could really fall for a Weasley? Did he slip you a love potions and now they’ve put you under the Imperius curse, that’s the only thing that would make sense to me, because surely you’re not stupid enough to make a move like this, Miss Fawley.” 

@harrietfawley​