“i wouldn’t go round there if i were you!” remus called as he saw a figure turn around the corner towards the courtyard, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone floor of the corridor alerting him to their presence. “peeves had it out with some fourth years, there was yoghurt and ball bearings and-” remus shuddered at the thought of where either party would get such items. “yeah. i’d steer clear.”
“i might just be about to blow your mind chap, but there’s this thing called magic you see.” barty produced his wand with a flourish. “thank you for the warning though, love. i think i can manage if peeves being out here really is past tense.”
“There’s more useful ways to spend your time rather than expressing your undying affection for each other– honestly you look like you’re receiving a kiss from a dementor. Get to class. Corridors are not for snogging.”
“Come now lovebirds, scatter.” Barty made a short somewhat disinterested shooing motion with his hand. “Oh Rod that’s just misinformation, the Dementor’s kiss isn’t usually performed with so much tongue in plain sight, what with them not having one and all. Didn’t know you were the local authority on How Not To Snog either, does that come with being Head Boy?”
✧*:･ﾟ✧ merlin! is that DOUGLAS BOOTH? no, it’s just BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR the SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW ( PUREBLOOD ). we’ve heard rumors that HE ( CISMALE ) is REFINED, GLIB & PERSONABLE but can also be very MERCURIAL, ANTAGONISTIC & MANIPULATIVE. if i had to pick one song to describe HIM it would be I WANNA BE ADORED BY THE STONE ROSES. Good luck with the rest of your time at Hogwarts. ( M, SHE/HER, 22, GMT )
just to get this out of the way he is the fucking worst. please be aware that i’m aware of this. i hate him!!!
typical blue-blooded rich kid with a family history of having their fingers in every political pie. spoilt, easily bored, charming. just a complete and utter insufferable toff.
has pathetic man-boy angst pain because his daddy never spent enough time with him or gave him enough attention because he was always at the ministry. wants to make more power for the family and thinks his father’s ruthlessness could be put to better use elsewhere. a total mummy’s boy.
had the most sought after governess in europe when he was younger, socialised at many pureblood and ministry functions so has impeccable manners if need be. didn’t learn his charm and charisma from his father who has people’s respect solely through being stern and notoriously severe. his mum dotes on him because he’s such a little gentleman.
absolutely hero worships tom. wouldn’t ever say it aloud but he quietly tries to emulate him as much as possible. its as sad as it sounds. thinks he’s a visionary but only in the methods he uses to gain power.
sports the golden pocketwatch that pairs with his father’s.
awfully manipulative, sort of like a wolf picking off the lame sheep of a herd he picks up misfits or people who are struggling and instils confidence in them, tutors them, befriends them or does whatever they need to get their loyalty. will tell five different people the exact same thing about them being his most trusted and closest confidante to reassure them.
doesn’t particularly believe in any sort of blood disparity just is along for the power grab and the ride. wants to be on what is clearly the winning side. will spew dogma at the drop of a hat in meetings though.
( blood, alcohol, substance abuse, violence tw ) feels like he’s a suffering misunderstood intellectual, has harrowing mood swings that he rarely controls in private. self-medicates with anything he can get his hands on. may have been part of a tip to the prophet about dumbledore’s awful influence. the poor boy taken advantage of by an authority figure and from such a promising family how awful. cue pictures of crackhead crouch™ .
can be funny and clever, genuinely, however he’s just not a good person who only betters himself for his own benefit and certainly not in healthy ways. hedonistic and self-centred, always.
is a prefect, in the orchestra (plays the violin), duelling and slug club.
excellent grades and an exceptionally intelligent and talented individual. i mean the motherfucker in the og timeline tampered with the triwizard cup then turned it into a portkey and planted all the clues that drove the plot of the goblet of fire after being in prison for years and then his dad’s pet under imperius with no free will. at least ten years with no opportunity to learn or research.
is one of those pseudo intellectual boys who read fight club and completely misinterpret the message and thinks nihilism is a Hot Take.
I DON’T HAVE TO SELL MY SOUL, HE’S ALREADY IN ME. I WANNA BE ADORED. you adore me.
so essentially barty was desperate for attention from the get go, he just wanted to connect with people when he was younger and chased that for years but now he wants to be adored so he can take advantage of people. he no longer feels as if he has an emotional need for it.
swirling a glass of wine to scent the bouquet, galleons raining out of the palm of your hand, the throbbing pain of a hangover-comedown while curled in expensive sheets, the satisfaction of shattering a ming vase that has been around twenty times longer than you have been alive, a laugh that sends shivers down other spines, the waft of expensive aftershave left behind when someone walks by, a shirt buttoned to the throat fastened with a silken tie, the freshly-stung nerves up and down your arm from the first time you cast the cruciatus curse, the shift of the most fashionable dress robes against the floor of the ministry, muttering to yourself by candlelight.
if you wanna plot feel free to message me, i imagine alot of the IMs will prob be ‘haha ym character would want to fucking deck him’ which is fair bc i do too xsjfkdsfs
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