Andromeda had finished helping out in the hospital wing, sifting through the final charts of the very few patients that now occupied the wing. It was a relief to see it almost empty again. Saying goodbye to the nurse, Andromeda gathered her things and left, closing the door quietly behind her.
She entered the seemingly empty corridors, glad it was late. At least she could head to her dorms without bumping into anyone. Or at least, so she had thought.
As she turned the corner, she quickly froze in her steps to stop her colliding with a taller figure. She went to apologise, though her eyes narrowed slightly as she instantly recognised the other. “Crouch,” She spoke curtly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are you out of bed at this time?”
Corban was irritated. Everything seemed to be tugging at his nerves lately, and it left him on edge. He stalked the halls, eyes narrowed as he scanned the halls. Almost seeking out a target to take out his frustrations on.
He was pulled from his thoughts when a younger student bumped into him. “Watch where you’re going,” He growled, watching as the other student scarpered. With a satisfied smirk, Corban turned back around, only to come face to face with Barty. His face instantly changed. “Oh, it’s you,” He muttered, irritation lacing his tone.
where; under arrest
with; @xavecamour | barty crouch junior
it was one of those nice spring days where each ray of sunlight warmed the skin, but a brisk breeze ensured to never break a sweat. the sort of day that mustn’t be dwindled away indoors. wendy wasted no time in seeking out someone to humor her desire to get out on the streets. thankfully, barty relented and caved when she insisted he come to the shops with her which she expected him to do. what hadn’t been expected was for wendy to suddenly feel her arm pinned behind her back after walking away from one of the stalls. “ow, ow! that hurts! what are you doing? let go of me!” a man with a badge ignored her plea and began to rattle off an obviously memorized recitation of rights. “what?! barty!”
“I told you once already.” wendy said. her words were terse and clipped and her lips were pursed together in a pout. “I do not want to talk about it anymore. it is fine. we can just move on and play a game or something. I do not care.”
(How do you feel about Anna/Barty/Pris sleeping together // Confront Barty about his little adventure)
Andromeda's brows furrowed together as the ghost spoke. "He-" She began, but words failed her. Rubbing at her already tearful eyes, Andy jumped up from where she was sat in the corridor in the hall.
Did he think she was a fool? Well, perhaps she was. Or perhaps this was her fault, maybe she didn't pay him enough attention. She made a beeline for him, not bothered about the looks she was getting. "BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR," she growled, grabbing his wrist and turning him to face her. "Do I look like a bloody fool to you?" @bartyxjr
[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home
TW: Neglect, Psychological Abuse Implication
Sweat dripped from Amos’ brow, and his muscles begged for a break. His father had finally slipped off to bed after deciding that he could better improve his son’s faults when his own eyes weren’t so bleary from lack of rest, and Amos himself sat in their kitchen drinking glass after glass of water. He was parched and hungry, having not ate or drank anything since they had began practicing that morning. A knock at the door startled him, and he realized that he had been drifting off. Getting up was almost physically painful, but no one ever knocked this late at night if it wasn’t something important.
Barty was the last person he had expected to see upon opening the door, and worry flared in Amos’ chest, “Barty? Is everything alright?” he asked. His cousin just nodded and Amos’ waved him inside, out of the cold blistery wind. The younger boy looked tired, and like he wasn’t in the mood for conversation so Amos gestured down the hall towards the guest room, “Everything is ready for you, I believe. I’ll make sure an extra place is set at breakfast”. He had the feeling that he wouldn’t find out why Barty had come because Renaud had already breathed of his plans for the next day, but he was glad that his cousin was here and safe from whatever it was that had brought him here in the first place. Amos watched Barty retreat to the guest room before returning to the kitchens for his water and the small plate of food their kindly house elf had left for him.
