“Oh, piss off,” the beater clearly couldn’t hide the fact that he was feeling fresh, and neither the sunglasses nor the tea had really managed to help at all. Alright, maybe the tea helped for a while, but the sunlight had managed to ruin that the moment he stepped outside of Ned’s. “Remember that time you forgot about our brunch, because it was and I quote : Baz’s birthday?” What a pitiful excuse.
“I did, I betrayed myself,” he complained, collapsing into the seat opposite Gus’. At least, there was comfort knowing they would not stumble into other wizards here. “But Weasley’s responsible for some of it,” 99% of it, truly. Wasn’t he the one who insisted they finished that bottle, and then eat the pumpkin bits that soaked in there. “Actually, the pumpkins did it.“ He grumbled, running a hand over his face. “You look good anyway. That’s a new shirt? It’s nice.” anything to change the subject.
He blew his friend a kiss, always far too happy to make someone else’s hangover worse, but .... it was Ludo, and that meant that Augustus was legally obligated to ease up on him just a little. “You’re going to compare this to a time I rightfully chose getting laid over getting fed?” he asked, though, despite himself, only to find himself laughing a beat later. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. We’re even.”
He nodded at this answer, finding it easily acceptable in its’ honesty. “Good call, mate, blame those pumpkins.” Gus laughed, easily amused at both Ludo’s misery and his desire to change the subject, so he let it happen, ego stroke and all. “It is, actually, Baz bought it for me,” he let his friend know with another chuckle, leaning back into his seat as he let himself get comfortable. “What’s left on the season schedule before the holidays? Any good matches coming up?”
Gus didn’t hesitate in the doorway very long, not even as he knocked – personally, he hated that sort of behavior, the lingering; it was unnecessary. He knocked, stepping through a beat later, a small stack of parchment clasped in his fingers. “One of the secretaries is suffering a case of the stupid this week, it seems,” was his greeting of choice, offering a sliver of a smile in his irritation. “left a stack of things intended for you in my inbox. I could understand if it was the R-O that got her .... if it weren’t for the fact you’re very evidently Lestrange and not Rookwood.” At this he finally laughed, a seemingly more earnest grin in place now. “Got anything for me, or is this just the beginning of a messy week?”
“the fuck happened to you?” he couldn’t help asking as the self proclaimed ever-professional athlete came his way, a chuckle joining the unavoidable question. “you look shit, and you’re late. I can’t believe this. don’t you love me anymore? what if i was starving?? I ordered for you, you’ll have to live with that.”
augustus wasn’t entirely unsympathetic, though. there was hardly anyone he cared for as much as the man before him. and since he was sure ludo would insist he was to blame for whatever the answer was, he went ahead and asked. “wood or weasley, which one of them handed you your arse, mate? or was it the whiskey?
❝ now , don’t lie to me , rookwood . ❞ rosalind has her hands balanced on the sides of her hips as she sizes the man before her as if she wasn’t the shortest of the pair . lips are puckered into a sarcastic grimace , only humming when she’s right in front of him . ❝ i could’ve sworn that you at the hallowe’en party last night - i swear ! sure , i might have arrived a bit … not together , but i wouldn’t have imagined it . ❞
he’s having too much fun with this, really he is; with a pulled on ‘whatever do you mean’ demeanor, it’s more than gus can do to stop himself adding the hand over his chest. “who’s lying, ros? this is me, it’s gus. there was a party. of course i was there. what, you think you just get to scamper off and have fun without me, not hardly.” but the scoff he gave was just as put-on as the confusion, and he laughed in earnest a beat later. “I don’t know, you have to be several sheets to the wind to think i’d miss one like that.”
— was that AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of being the smartest guy in the room and waiting for other brains to catch up, permanently; the smell of sulfur paired with rolling eyes; an unadulterated thirst for knowledge; an uncompassionate and sometimes downright brutal need to be on top, whether or not that means stepping on friends to get there; because what even are friends? - you only have three anyways, which i suppose seems to fit that RAVENCLAW. they’re actually pretty SECRETIVE, ACERBIC, and CHAMELEONIC for a TWENTY-NINE year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as an UNSPEAKABLE in the DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES. have you heard that rumor has it that that PUREBLOOD is an UNMARKED DEATH EATER? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. –
→ NAME: augustus astor rookwood (the 38th)
→ NICKNAMES: aug, gus, rookie, gus gus, crookwood
→ AGE / D.O.B.: 27 / 3 october
→ SPECIES: pureblood wizard
→ GENDER / PRONOUNS: cismale / he&him
→ SEXUALITY: pansexual
→ RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married
FAMILY
→ PARENTS: augustus “astor” rookwood (the 37th), senior obliviator; thora roberts, homemaker
→ SIBLINGS: none
→ COUSINS: none
→ PETS: lucy, the yetis,
LIFESTYLE
→ BORN: london, engalnd
→ RAISED: london, england
→ CURRENT RESIDENCE: don’t make me write it a third time (penthouse flat in westminster)
→ NATIONALITY: english
→ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, french, spanish, deutsch, latin, russian, mermish
→ OCCUPATION: unspeakable; death eater - spy
→ DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: yes, please, thank you
→ RELIGION: religion is just another name for faith, but you have to believe in something.
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
→ FACE CLAIM: chace crawford
→ HEIGHT: 6′0
→ WEIGHT: 185 lbs
→ BUILD: athletic, tall
→ HAIR: blond, short-medium, either styled back all suave, or loose and getting in his way.
→ EYE COLOR: blue
→ DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous; right, out of personal preference
→ SCENT: sandalwood and mandarin
→ NERVOUS HABITS: he’s got the best poker face i’ve ever seen i’m not telling you his tells
CHARACTER
→ MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral evil
→ MBTI: entp
→ WESTERN ZODIAC: libra
→ SONG: happy pill - grandson, mob rich
MAGIC
→ WAND: hornbeam, hippogriff feather, 13 “, rigid
→ PATRONUS: arctic fox - it used to be anyway, he hasn’t tried one in a while, and isn’t sure if he’d still be able to
→ BOGGART: he claims not to have one, but i’m pretty sure that’s a lie.
BIO:
Augustus is from a good home, a good family, and if you looked up golden boy in the dictionary, you’d find his picture.
You know the type- the boy who can do no wrong, no matter what mistakes he makes, and always seems to shine in the eyes of parents and teachers? That’s him.
Or it used to be anyway. Truth be told, he still is a golden boy. he’s spent the better part of the last decade shmoozing and charming and sleeping his way through the ministry when he wasn’t holed up in the dept of mysteries. if anything’s for certain, this is: not much has changed about augustus.
his two modes are work and play. there is no in between, and if there is, he hasn’t found it yet - so obviously it doesn’t exist. he will work endlessly, if you let him, and he’s always insanely busy, running on an impossibly hectic schedule. if you manage to drag him out of his hole, though, you are in for a fun ride. the party has begun, and we’re ready to have some fun.
For a “popular” guy, he doesn’t have many ACTUALLY close friends, but that’s mostly because he knows that there isn’t room for many interpersonal relationships where he’s headed- he’s been at the dream job for a while now, and beginning to consider a proper climb through its ranks. He’s close to precious few people, preferring to keep things light and breezy in terms of entanglements
The people he does care about, though, well, they’re as good as family.
And his family is C L O S E
Astor and Thora are very big on doing things together, so there were lots of camping trips and vacations, and other family activities. It’s very sickening, because it sounds too good to be true, but it’s always a good time.
If he brings you home, that’s it, you’ve been adopted
Thora Rookwood will mother anyone who needs it (even to this day)
She’d also kill her son if she knew what a dog he could be
Guess it’s a good thing he’s an only child and the absolute apple of his parents’ eye.
He’s got a habit of walking away when uninterested or bored, and it may come back to bite him one day, but it hasn’t yet.
He has no problem lying to your face.
he’s a spy - and he’s goooooood at what he does.
there’s a lot more to unpack with Gus so I’ll either add to this or flesh it out and fill yall in.
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