Augustus Rookwood

Head Boy || Captain || Eagle

[gus-rookwoods]

quillofpoison‌:

She had to fight down the agitation creeping up from the way he boxed her in. He knew she didn’t like being cornered, cats were never cornered only the mice and she was not a mouse. She kept her face indifferent as he spoke, refusing to react to his words and actions. Rita was a woman of words, words were her power, but Augustus had a way of getting her back with them and she detested it. She refused to acknowledge the way her skin tingled where his lips ghosted, refused to breathe in the scene which was just him. “She’s always liked you….sometimes I think she likes you more than me, but that’s fine because your mother adores me.” she replied, her voice a pitch higher than usual. She tried not to let the fear cross her face as he questioned just why she had left him, after inviting him. Truthfully, because it felt like more- it was all good and well using each other for a way of sexual escape and relaxation, but a vacation together? Their rules had been plain and set, it was just sex, nothing more and Rita in the heat of the moment had invited him, only then realising she had betrayed her real feelings for him. “It was nothing, it was daddy….he wanted just the family, you know how he can be like sometimes….it wasn’t you. That’s all and I’ve just been…..busy since I returned.” lies, blatant lies. 

He could take her words at face value, or he could read her like a book, and he chose something in between - letting her keep her secrets while committing to memory every hitch in her breath, every word that sounded like a question, every second she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye. These were delicious tidbits, yes, but for now.. what was he even going to do with them? What did they even tell him? That she was lying, yes, but about which portion? And what reason was there to lie to begin with? Had he not always been someone she could lay her trust in? “Well, she’s not the only one who does,” he said finally, unwilling to let it simply be assumed that only his mother adored her, and he let his fingers continue their trail until they’d found her hand, bringing it up as he swept his thumb over the knuckles. He kissed the hand he held before dropping it, and with an easy grin, pulled the ‘all is well’ face back on. “I do know how he can be, yes.” With the facade comes an easy chuckle, as if he’s laughing away the idea that she’s not every bit her father’s daughter, as if he doesn’t know so well that now is not the right moment to push for more, and he takes this slight shift in demeanor as an opportunity to step back, to step out of her space. “Well, if you find yourself less busy, maybe you’ll make some time for me. Say the word, Skeets, and I’ll clear my entire schedule. In the meanwhile, though, don’t let anyone else adore you. I might get jealous, and that wouldn’t be pretty.” Now, he did drop her hand, one last brush of the knuckles as he did, and with a wink, he walked away, never looking back. He couldn’t afford to, really - if he looked back and she wasn’t watching, well, that was a blow to the ego he couldn’t afford. Not today, anyways.

[craig69]

To feel invisible in a room full of people was distressing and alienating, but to actually be invisible was a source of power. To someone who spent his entire life feeling powerless, suddenly realizing he wielded a great deal of it went straight to his head ; today had been a productive day for Peter Pettigrew, and he barely completed a single class from start to finish. He used his rat form to commit the depraved acts a younger version of himself fantasized about - doing a shit in McGonagall’s tea when she left it unattended earlier was the highlight of his entire Hogwart’s career thus far, and he was only beginning his reign of rodent terror. He liked being able to eavesdrop, to be able to make arrangements to meet one of his customers any place at any time without worrying about being stopped by prefects because he could do anything he wanted. How he ever felt shame in his alter-ego was beyond him now that he understood the incredible advantages rats had - especially a rat with human intellect - though in front of his mates he still feigned disappointment. He didn’t want them to know how often he abused his power, because he even liked to spy on them when he knew the map wasn’t in reach. So here he stood, outside of the entry to Ravenclaw Tower, smoking a cigarette while he waited for some third year brat who was absolutely desperate for a fag to help him manage the stress of keeping good marks in such an academically competitive house. He didn’t really try very hard to stay hidden, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there and he was well aware that all it took was one of James’ fangirls to spot him pushing cigarettes to kids for gold to ruin things. Not admirable. Remus would be ashamed. But, Peter didn’t care. He had pocket money for the first time in his life and he couldn’t wait to go out and spend it. He was fantasizing about chewing holes in all of Lily Evans’ socks and watching her distressed reaction when she discovered all of them were destroyed when he heard footsteps approach him, but they sounded too heavy to belong to the boy he was waiting for. He was kind of surprised how sensitive he was to sounds now, how alert he had become, but his unhealthy human body was still slow to react unless he was in imminent danger. No other student scared him anymore. Even when he realized it was the Head Boy himself strolling toward him, Peter reacted by leaning further against the wall he was standing in front of. He lit up a fresh cigarette and looked Rookwood up and down, sizing him up like the tables were turned and he wasn’t the one who didn’t belong there. Gone were the days he’d wet his pants at the mere thought of getting detention. After taking the fall for the lads hundreds of times by now, he welcomed them. “What are you doing out here, mate? Past curfew, innit?” He took a drag. “How many points, then? Do you take bribes or what?”

@gus-rookwoods​

[gus-rookwoods]

There were a lot of benefits to being Augustus Rookwood - and Rita’d probably be the first to tell you, if you asked. Why? Because Augustus was too busy enjoying those benefits, and, you know, because humble bragging was far more attractive than regular bragging. And the benefits of being Head Boy? They only made his life easier.

And how did he thank the staff of Hogwarts, or their “esteemed” Headmaster, for the trust they’d given him in handing him the best badge they had left? By abusing the shit out of every privilege it afforded him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t worked hard, or that he hadn’t earned or deserved it, no, it was more that he took it upon himself to reward himself for his hard work whenever he felt like it - and he felt like it frequently, especially in the late hours of the night when all the good, boring children were already off in dreamland. The boring children were no fun, anyways. And Gus always had his pick of the wilder ones - it never hurt to be pretty.

He was coming back from one of those rewarding escapades just then, actually, and while he was satisfied he wasn’t going to have to deal with his rounding prefects, he wasn’t exactly expecting to find Peter lurking around his common room, either. For half a second, when his gaze flicked to the bronze eagle, he wondered if the lion was waiting on someone to come out, or if he simply couldn’t get in. He didn’t care much, the idle thought gone as quickly as it came for the time being, with his amusement and attention caught by the way Pettigrew was eye fucking him. Nobody screamed ‘fake it til you make it’ quite the way this guy did, but even Gus couldn’t fault him for it - at least he was capable, apparently, of pulling it off to some degree. He almost looked like he belonged there, almost, and something about his boldness was refreshing tonight. Maybe it was because Gus was in a good mood, or maybe it was because he wasn’t flanked by Potter and Black, but he only raised an eyebrow at the questions, smirking as he reached to steal the cigarette Peter’d just lit.

“That was real thoughtful of you, cheers, how’d you know I wanted a smoke?” Giving himself a moment, he took a few drags as he looked the boy over, pretending to consider the queries, then gave the cigarette back with a shrug. “Depends on the bribe, mate. But, uh... this is my house,” he reminded Peter, jerking a thumb in the direction of the eagle, “and I don’t actually have a curfew. You shaggin’ one of my housemates, or what?”

[brittany]

Spinning Out  |  1x03 - “Proceed with Caution”

[gus-rookwoods]

@itsglendabitch

[tmhollandss]

Can I have four tequila shots, please?

[eriicmatthews]

[baredwitche-deactivated20200830]

red locks pop from around the corner , eyebrows wiggling and almost smug smile curving her lips . blame it on the excitement caused by the new school year —- lily was feeling a tad more mischievous than usual . her hand was wrapped around two sword handles , barely managing to hold the weapons above the ground . “ so i was walking down the hallway and look what i found ! what do you say , should we spar a little ? most of my knowledge comes from the sleeping beauty movie but hey , how hard can it be ? ”

[gus-rookwoods]

“did you find them, or did you pluck them out of a few suits of armor?” gus asked, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. fucking gryffindors. why couldn’t they just behave themselves? “i’m not gonna have a sword fight with you, evans, don’t be ridiculous. come on, then, hand them over.. you know, if you can lift them.” he didn’t bother to hide the scoff from the redhead, leaving it to her to decide if he was mocking her strength or her proposal. “it’s a boner killer for sure, but i can’t have you wandering around with swords. sorry not sorry. you definitely know better.” 

[c-sand]

[gus-rookwoods]

@itsglendabitch

[gus-rookwoods]

quillofpoison‌:

“Haven’t all the years been hell? At least this year its you and me ruling the school- spreading fear amongst our enemies, congratulations by the way if I hadn’t said it before. How apt we’re both head boy and girl.” she replied, secretly loving the way his eyes roamed up and down her body. There was no denying the chemistry between them, it had been there from the offstart and although last year had been an intense year of friends with benefits, Rita wasn’t sure what it meant for this year going ahead. “My personality is stellar and those freckles would be from that outrageous sun in Cancun. Mother was sad you couldn’t make it by the way.”

“mm, isn’t it just?” his smirk only grew, gus catching the subtle emphasis easily and letting his mind play through the flashback reel for a moment. he stepped forward again, taking advantage of the wall behind her to prop a hand beside her head, caging her in for the thousandth time. he let his free hand trail over the line of her jaw, tracing down her neck and across the collarbone, a light inspection of the tan still present. “sad i didn’t make it, huh? i guess that’s good. means she still likes me.” he grinned, winking at rita, but he didn’t stop there, dipping his head to leave a kiss on her jaw. he stayed there, leaned into her, lips at her ear, and his voice was more gentle when he spoke this time, curious, but unwilling to risk a fight. “you ever gonna tell me what that was about skeets? you’ve been avoiding me since we got back. what’d i do? you asked me to come, i came, asked me to stay, i brought a bag, and then you ran me off before dawn. what happened?”

[deermrpctter]

“Alright, so, I’m in the middle of a major project and you’re the one I need to help me.  We’re trying to determine just how much more attractive I am than Sirius.  I know I am, but we need an actual mathematical way to prove it, and that’s where you come in.  So, if you had to rank our attractiveness on a scale out of ten, where would we fall?”

[gus-rookwoods]

“please tell me you’re fucking joking, i’m not getting dragged into this again.” rolling his eyes, gus had to take a soothing breath. james potter could have his sanity when he was dead, and not a moment sooner. “potter, i still don’t care about this. stop asking me to settle this for you. you’re both pretty, and lupin is better looking than the pair of you. you look better on a broom though, i’ll give you that.”

[gus-rookwoods]

marlenemckinnonlove‌:

“Excuse me, please. I have not been a menace since first year,” she lied easily, knowing she was every big of a drama queen as she had been at age eleven. Nothing had fully changed. Since nothing had changed, that fully meant he wasn’t wrong. “I’m a lady, Gussy. I cannot be seen puking my guts up within those halls,” she scolded while pulling her bottle of wine from where her bag had been gingerly laying to conceal it from easy viewing.

“You’ve been a menace since your first breath,” he countered just as easily, lazy smile still in place until a snort of a laugh disrupted his facade of cool. “Lady. Wow. I missed you.” Shaking his head, he reached forward to pluck the bottle from her fingers, not bothering to ask first, or even hesitating to drink from it. Wine was never his first choice, of course, but beggars couldn’t very well be choosers. “Should we skip the boring details of the summer and get straight into the sauciness, or would you like to pretend to be a lady a little longer? I didn’t see much of you, so I expect some impressive stories.”

[gus-rookwoods]

quillofpoison‌:

“Or will become more cantankerous than usual- therefore making this last year absolute hell.” she replied, rolling her eyes slightly. Her body instantly turned towards him as he approached her, her back now facing the hall as she looked up at him. “Correction, you have it all. I still need to assure my future and make sure mummy and daddy are proud of their incredibly sweet and dutiful daughter. Although you’re not wrong on the hot front.” 

“You say that every year,” he pointed out, chuckling. “I mean, you’re not wrong, but... still.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he continued chuckling, always finding the need to argue semantics with her amusing. “Alright, correction accepted,” he said, smirking as he looked down at her, not bothering to hide that his eyes continued slowly further downward before making their way back to hers. “But no, definitely not wrong. Though... you know, I may have to double check that personally. I see a few new freckles.. I don’t know, Skeets. You might’ve gotten hotter.” 

[gus-rookwoods]

itsglendabitch‌:

“I’m sure your massive ego can handle it. It’s better to start you off slightly deflated anyway.” she teased, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. At the mention of Melissa Boot, Glenda’s eyes sparked with amusement. “Dumbledore didn’t say much, but word on the street is she got caught cheating and that was enough apparently. And trust me, I’d boot her arse across the room if she even dares come near me.”

“yeah, yeah, love you too, huh?” he laughed, shaking his head as he planted himself beside her properly, helping himself to food still on the table and forgoing the plate and forks entirely. “Well, that’ll do it,” he agreed, nodding a few times. “Give me like.. a two minute warning beforehand? I want to be prepared to remember it forever via penseive. That requires focus and no one in my way.” He grinned, batting a hand not so gently at Glenda’s shoulder as he laughed, but he shrugged as the laughter died out, settling in a little more..  “I'm sure I’ll find out what the official story is at the heads meeting before the heads meeting to prepare for the prefect meeting before the prefect meeting...” he trailed off for a second, taking a moment to roll his eyes as if he hated how exhausting that sounded before continuing,”- but let me tell you... I was surprised to see your name on the prefect list with that letter. More surprised when you actually showed up in the compartment....and proud as FUCK. You hear me? I know you’re gonna hate almost everything about this, but.. this is good for you, and you deserved it to begin with. Boot doesn’t know boot about guiding anyone anywhere. I’m fucking proud of you Glen. You’re gonna own this.” 

[gus-rookwoods]

quillofpoison‌:

“Filch will be picking that up for months, just when you think you’ve cleaned it all…back it comes again, like herpes.” she muttered, casting a look around the great hall. “You’re probably one of the only few people I know who actually enjoys this madness. I on the other hand? Cannot wait to get out of here.”

“at least he’ll be busy, yeah?” he asked sarcastically, snorting out a laugh. “why shouldn’t i enjoy it? i’m practically king at this point - even if potter is out for my crown,” he grinned at Rita, the look morphing easily into a smirk as he pushed himself off the wall, moving to stand beside her properly. “aww, skeets... it’s our last year, don’t you want to enjoy it? we’re on top, we’re hot, we’ve got it all...don’t paint that out like something to escape from. enjoy it.”

[gus-rookwoods]

itsglendabitch‌:

“You’re just mad because you can’t escape me now, Mr Head Boy. How on earth did you manage to worm your way into that anyhow? Think I would’ve preferred taking directions from pretty boy Amos.”

“oooooooof, unnecessary,” he complained, shooting glenda a look of mock offense. “because i’m the fucking best, glen, you know this, you’ve always known this. why doubt me now?” he grinned, shaking his hair off his forehead. “what i wanna know is how poor boot got the boot and you got her spot - you better keep your eyes open, i bet she’s real bitter. she was also shit, so, that’s probably why. point still stands though. did you see the way she was staring at you at dinner?”

[invisiblevee]

“I tried to stay in there. Really, I did,” she began, picking at a loose pieces of grass. Her eyes wandered back toward the castle, darkening momentarily. The blade of grass fell back to the ground, disappearing among the others, unidentifiable in the crowd. “It just felt a little suffocating,” she admitted, sneering slightly to make it seem more of a joke than a true statement. 

[gus-rookwoods]

“I’m not judging,” he said easily, tossing his hands int he air, surrender style. Marlene could save her list of excuses - Gus wasn’t particularly interested. Nor did he care. She didn’t want to be inside, and that was simple enough - he was outside too, wasn’t he? “It’s gonna be a long year if that was too suffocating for you, mcmenace,” he said instead, chuckling as he planted himself in a patch of grass beside her. “to be honest, i half expected you to have worked your way through a bottle already...you holding out on me?”

[billxweasley]

“I’m telling you, he’s been on the hooch- why else would he let us lot do what we want tonight?” 

[gus-rookwoods]

“of course he’s on the hooch, did you see him?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “ ‘sides, what do you care? you do whatever you want anyways, now just...with a proper blessing.”

[gus-rookwoods]

“i’m just saying, i mean.. i think it would be nice if we could just get through one feast without a glitter fiasco, you know?” he asked, unable to help himself laughing as he leaned against the doorway, just outside the great hall. “good to be back though, where nothing ever changes.”