[absentions]

I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end. I hope that there will always be an us. In every world, in every story.

Tina Tran, Let us always find each other (via absentions)

[a-gentleman-thoughts]

[macdonalds-blog1]

“so, what’d you do to land you in here?” detention, on a friday night. it was anyone’s worst nightmare — yes, they were in the forbidden forest, but that didn’t make it any more interesting than polishing trophies. she and her fellow offender had been paired together and tasked with finding some rare potion ingredient, but by the time the monotony of searching for slughorn’s “black flowers” set in, she’d have had a conversation with a brick wall if it offered something to do.

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

“Oh you know, the usual, murdering mudbloods, dismembering limbs...wiping memories”  Barty retorted with an obvious sarcastic drawl, whilst looking down at his nails. Actually he had been caught out of bed after hours, the thought of which gave him a sudden urge to eyeroll.  Brining up his gaze to the girl, he let out a sigh, he’d far rather be alone, the forest at night if anything excited him, but not with his present company. Tutting slightly, he shook his head. “Would you even know what this ingredient looks like?”   

[miss-sestiva-grant-blog]

The smug look that her fiancée wore as he returned to the table brought a pleased smile to her face. She could tell that his conversation with his father played in his favour, and that made her happy. He was practically glowing. Taking his hand the moment he sat, she had eyes only for him as she leaned over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Ignoring their parents as the conversation picked back up as if it had never stalled in the first place, grinning at him as he leaned over. Chewing on her lip she opened her mouth to say something but they were interrupted by the placing of their orders, leaving Sestiva to wait until the waiter had gone and the conversation to start up against before she could lean over and speak. Whisper softly into his ear, hand tightening on his, there was a seriousness to her voice that she knew he would pick up on.

“Let us elope, Amore. Be married before even the wedding, for it will be for them and not for us.” Pulling back from his ear enough to lock her eyes on his face, she was smiling softly, nodding ever so subtly at him to signal that she was serious. 

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

For a moment Barty simply looked at her, a growing smile on his lips becoming more than apparent. He gripped onto her hand tightly, and briefly glanced out the corner of his eye at the four parents, whom by now were acting as though he and Sestiva were not present.  Looking back at her, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Just tell me when you want to go, I love you and i do not want to wait longer than i must to be your husband”  Pressing his lips to her cheek, he strongly suppressed the urge to kiss her deeply.  Not letting go of her hand, he could only look at her with nothing but warmth in his eyes.

For the rest of the evening, his mood was so elevated that he did not have to undermine his father once again.  Most of the small talk that circulated the rest of the night merely washed over him. As he was mentally thinking about where they could go, and it was with great strength that he held back talking more about it with her, though he knew that once this little charade was over and done with they could return to Hogwarts and spent the night together. Alone. 

When finally everyone seemed to have finished eating, and more importantly of course, prying into eachothers lives with the slyest of questions, Barty shot his father a glance, which told him to offer paying. Thankfully he did so, and there was no bumps or stalls in the evening at Barty Crouch Sr’s hands.  Standing to rise, he ever so slightly pulled out Sestiva’s chair and held his hand out for her to take.  Of course all that was left now was bidding farewell, which in Bartys mind sometimes took longer than the event. 

[thegirlthatsingssharp]

[graceburgess]

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

@miss-sestiva-grant

[draegcn]

  ⚡ “I have plenty of alcohol stashed, I don’t need Vanity’s. –And I don’t ask for things, it’s not my style. When I want something, I take it. Ooh, that’s adorable. Your lovely other half wouldn’t know a finger burning curse from a Weird Sisters song. Say what you want about the dungeons - my skin is flawless, and my hair isn’t frizzy like the girls in other houses. Plus, snakes are cold blooded so the temperature down her doesn’t bother me.”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

Barty gave her an incredulous look, and tilted his head slightly. “No, what’s adorable is that you think that”   Scoffing somewhat, he wrinkled his nose looking around the room he was in. “Oh no, i don’t have an issue with the dungeons itself, but rather with the vast majority of the inhabitants, with obvious exceptions of course.  At least from the Ravenclaw tower, one is above all the filth here.  You are all below them”

[draegcn]

  ⚡  “Yeah, you’re probably right. All these dusty ol’ trunks look the same,” she replied, accenting her words with another roll of her eyes. “Let me guess, Sestiva?”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

Tutting slightly at her antics, he looked over to the other beds, “if its alcohol you’re wanting, i would suggest riffling in Vanity’s trunk, or you could always ask my lovely other half, but i wouldn’t suggest rifling in her trunk, you’ll only get your fingers burnt.  And yes, i was hardly hanging around the dungeons for the good of my health”  

[draegcn]

   ⚡   Bellatrix could practically feel eyes on her as someone walked into the room, and her green hues rolled at the intrusion. Closing the trunk that she had no right to be going through anyway, she anchored a hand on top of the wood and pushed herself up so she could turn to face them. “Where did I leave that bottle of fire whisky?” the Slytherin asked, feigning innocence. Her voice created an illusion of frustration, but the smirk curling on the corners of her lips told another story.

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

 Not that the Slytherin dorms were new to Barty, Slytherin really was where he should have been anyway.  But he was waiting for Sestiva to get herself ready when he heard a rustling.  Folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame,  he scoffed slightly. “I have no Idea, Bella, but i doubt you’d find in a trunk that isn’t yours”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

(Playlist) 

Barty Crouch Jr - When you go don’t return to me, my love

{ The Sharpest lives - My Chemical Romance/   Scary Monsters and nice sprites- Skrillex/   The Beautiful People - Marilyn Manson/   Reckless - You Me At Six/      Psycho Killer - Talking Heads/   Supermassive Black Hole - Muse/   Mama - My Chemical Romance/   Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley/   Undead - Hollywood Undead/   Magick - The Klaxons/   You’re Insane - Escape The Fate/   The Phoenix - Fall out Boy/   A Girl Like You - Edywn Collins/   Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode/   The Forest - The Cure/    Psychosocial - Slipknot/  Warm me up - The Audition

[miss-sestiva-grant-blog]

Grinning at her lover, her eyes followed his as she saw that spark of dark light up his eyes, gaze flitting between him and his father as he leaned forward to speak to him. It took a real pursing of her lips to keep from grinning, thought Sestiva hid it behind a strategically placed dabbing of her mouth with her napkin. The next grin, that came with his words to her parents, was hidden behind a sip of water from her glass, though she could tell her mother was amused with Barty’s antics. She always had taken such joy at the discomfort of others. A trait her daughter would inherit, but to a lesser degree. She’d never turn it towards her own children. As he leaned back in his chair, Sessy dropped a hand to his knee, eyes affectionately on his face as his mother kept up the rapor with her own parents. “That was beautiful, Amore.” She said softly to him, wishing it would be more acceptable for her to lean over and kiss him passionately, but she knew she had to refrain. “I am not complaining, let them exclude us, it is the only reason I am enjoying myself at all.” Removing her hand from his leg, she refused to let go of his hand, his grip on it keeping her as calm as she was while in the presence of the woman who was her own personal monster. The moment the movement of his father returning came into her line of sight, her eyes snapped up to look at him, drinking in his expression as he looked at his son. Oh she couldn’t wait for the day when she’d get to watch the joy on his face when he got to snuff the life from the the man. Never had Sestiva and her mother looked more alike than they did in the moment that Barty chose to once more belittle his father, the hint of their grins playing around matching mouths, the same dark glint lighting up behind their eyes. It was an amusing show, to be sure. As with his mother, the suggestion of ‘steak and chips’ had her mother’s nose wrinkling at the bridge, while her father actually couldn’t help but let out a soft scoffing noise. Brows rising, she had little concern for her knew Barty could handle his father, she was just surprised that the man had enough balls to interrupt the conversation twice so that he could leave the table, this time taking the groom with him. Turning her eyes back to the table when he was gone, she busied her hands with her glass as the adults all turned to look in her direction. “Your mother says you dance.” Blinking towards Mrs. Crouch, Sestiva nodded, her posture perfect in a way that almost looked natural and unthought about, knowing that her mother’s eyes were on her. “I do, ballet. I had planned to dance after school as my mother did, but like my father, I have an eye for politics.” She knew both careers would be well respected, her mother having made a name for herself as a ballerina in her youth. The conversation was light and much like an interview, Sestiva casually speaking about her accomplishment and goals, while all the while silently wishing for the return of Barty. It was supposed to be an engagement, not a betrothal, but that is what it felt like, and she needed him there to remind her that it wasn’t.”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

“You know Bartemius, i do wish you could behave yourself in public settings, you always were one to cause a show, ever since you were little...”  Barty sr had chosen to speak to his son outside, which Barty was thankful for, as the man had a voice that could easily carry.  He was talking to his son with an irate tone, which wasn’t uncommon for him, it just wasn’t something that threatened Barty Jr. Giving his father an incredulous look, he scoffed at him, taking a sigh as if waiting for the man to stop talking. His words doing well to annoy him.  “Daddy dearest, i was behaving myself” Drawling out his words with a tone of mocking, he had moved them only just in view of the window, purposely.  Though of course, the people inside wouldn’t hear him, it was important to Barty to make a point of the fact that he was above the man who was meant to be his father.  Taking a step closer to him, he could actually see Barty sr shiver. “Perhaps the next time you need someone to take care of your dirty work, you should just ask. Honestly, it’s just plain rude not to.  Who knows? i might have said yes” Leaning back, he feigned a smile and brushed his hand over the others shoulder.   His father giving him a look which said he understood his son was well aware of the curse he had put him under months previously.  Barty Sr’s eyes widened and he stood in silence for a moment.  For the first time Barty actually caught a glimpse of fear in the mans eyes. “Maybe when we return you should buy a bottle of the most expensive champagne, that’d be nice would it not?”  Smirking with self satisfaction, he needn’t utter another word before returning back inside. 

Barty was confident at the best of times, but it came to belittling his father he was always more so than usual.  His father scuttling behind him, Barty lowered himself back down into his seat, grinning over at his mother and reaching out to take Sestiva’s hand once more.  He watched his father reluctantly sit down, eyes anywhere but on his son.  Barty was quite sure that the notion of what his own son was capable of was finally clicking in the mans mind, perhaps he had been ignoring it, or perhaps he really was that stupid. 

It had not been the worst evening, at least not in Bartys eyes, and he actually had to suppress a laugh when his father actually did order a bottle of champagne. Biting down the words ‘so well behaved’  

“You must must miss the warm April days in Italy, of course the weather here finally is not too unbearably cold now.  However, i do miss the summers we used to spend in Venice. It was lovely wasn’t it mother?”  Barty’s mother, much like her son was an expert in filling in any silence that carried on for an uncomfortable amount of time.  Leaning back as his mother carried on from where her son had left off, he looked over to his father who had not uttered a word in a good while. So well behaved.   Turning his head back to Sestiva, he gave her a smile full of warmth. Leaning in to whisper to her. “How much longer do you think this will take, not that i mind of course. I’d just far rather it was just you and i”

[miss-sestiva-grant-blog]

It was interesting to watch his face, to see his expression and the light in his eye when he saw the still extensive damage that was left behind from the attack that he had not been apart of, and she’d given his hand a squeeze. A silent consolation that he would do far greater things than this in his time. They’d come to a stop together, Sestiva standing close to her fiancée while their parents mulled for a moment before leading them inside. At least this meant the night was almost over, for once they ate and dispatched with pleasantries, Barty and she could head back to the school and forget it had happened.

Giving her lover an affectionate smile as she lowered down into the chair he’d pulled out for her in offer, Sestiva let him slide her back into place as her parents sat, soon followed by the Crouch’s. The moment Barty had lowered back down to her side, Sestiva had reached over to once more join their hands, for he gave her the strength she needed to prepare for this entire exchange between them all. 

The look on his father’s face, helped though, when Barty and his mother continued to address her parents in Italian, Sestiva’s mother politely accepting the compliment and returning it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, if all they ended up having to do was to sit back and listen while their parents exchanged credentials and self bolstering affirmations. If anything, it was a more casual dowry negotiation, though without an exchange of an actual dowery itself. They were comparing and contrasting the assets that would be added to their now joined families once Sestiva and Barty were married. 

As that sort of talk started, Barty’s mother and Sestiva’s parents speaking rapid Italian, while Barty’s father seemed to get gradually more and more red faces as he was left separate from all the talk. Leaning over, Sessy couldn’t help but grin as she whispered to her fiancée. “It is actually rather rather entertaining. I am starting to wonder why they even needed us here at all for this, besides to keep appearances, of course.” 

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

Smirking back at her, Barty nodded in agreement, leaning over to whisper to her. “I’m beginning to wonder why my father is here, or even why he exists in general”  As soon as he stopped talking, Barty’s eyes lit up as an idea crossed his mind.  Turning back to face the four parents, he directed his words towards his father.  Barty Crouch sr, could understand Italian, however, only to a certain degree he could only ever understand it when it was spoken slowly, and any attempts he would make to actually speak the language always mocked by both Barty and his mother.  Behind his back of course. 

“Father, you are awfully quiet, it is not like you, don’t you have anything to add?”  He spoke slowly, and knew his father understood him, as he shot his only son a frown.  Shortly after excusing himself from the table red faced and huffing under his breath.  “Forgive my father, he does not do well with social meetings.  Confidence and charisma is not something that comes naturally to him”   Smirking with satisfaction at already managing to undermine his father, Barty leaned back in his chair, giving his mother a knowing look for her to carry along the conversation, which she was always very good at.  The polar opposite of the man she had chosen to marry. 

Allowing for the parents to speak without interrupting them Barty looked back over to Sestiva, whose hand he was still holding in a tight reassuring grip.  Personally he was having a fairly alright time, at least for the time being. It would be short lived though,  he knew that much, especially as his father would return at any given moment. “I would imagine it has alot to do with making a point of excluding us from the conversations”  He said lowly, so as only she would hear him. 

Upon Barty Srs return to the table, Barty gave his father an obviously feigned smile, and allowed his voice to carry to an unfamiliar friendly tone, that Barty was obviously using in sly mockery. “What do you think you will order, father?”  He asked, deciding to do so in English.  The other thing about these kinds of dinners, Barty knew from expereince is that what one orders is often critiqued silently by the others around.  As if what you order speaks volumes about the individual.  “Steak and chips? very hearty, i know you enjoy that”  Very aware of the wringing of his mothers nose at the thought, Barty’s grin only grew slightly more smug.   Watching his father, who for once had some gumption about him. Calmly resting the menu in his hands onto the table, he glared at his son over the top of his glasses.  “I’m sorry everyone, you will have to excuse me and my son, for a moment, Bartemius, if you wouldn’t mind”  motioning his hand to the door he stood.  Barty looked at his mother, hoping that she would spin a good enough excuse.   “I’ll be right back” He whispered into Sestiva’s ear and pressed his lips to her cheek, before rising.  

[adelinaburke-blog]

“but it just gets so boring. i never thought i would miss quidditch games as much as i do now. and of course not, they never will.”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

“Burke, we don’t have to sit around here you know.  Contrary to popular belief, when i’m not in our tower, i do go elsewhere besides the dungeons.  it’s surprisingly easy to get out of this castle, even when it’s in ‘lock down’  one can only wonder, who or what could get in” 

[adelinaburke-blog]

“i am so sick of this whole lockdown thing. it’s been months since hogsmeade, i’m running out of things to do in here.”

[corruptedbartemius-blog]

“Oh but i’am sure you’ll think of something, just because the professors think they have a handle on things doesn’t mean they actually do”

[lindseymorqan]

[amargedom]

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Clarice Lispector, A Hora Da Estrela (via amargedom)

[miss-sestiva-grant-blog]