Barty Crouch Jnr.

I am not my father, I am far better. Just wait and see. . Slytherin. Fifth Year. Nightmare.

[thebartycrouchjnr]

My Quill is missing..

[thewitchkenny]

Barty, why would anyone help you unless they were a pathetic social climbing blood purist? Hell even then they’d probably go for Regulus.

[thebartycrouchjnr]

Well Kendall there are Slytherins, and there are Slytherins, not that i would expect you to understand that, as for those who do understand, they are the ones who will help me.

And if they choose to instead help someone as depraved as Regulus Black, then i would wish them luck and suggest they get themselves checked afterwards.

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[taurusavery]

Returning || Barty&Taurus

The smell of piss and shit wafted into Taurus Avery’s upturned nose, despite the scarf he had pulled up over it he could still practically taste the near vomit educing smell. He hated the walk to and from meetings, escaping and returning to the school that was more of a prison than a home, though with security measures clearly as minimal as a muggle jail. Pathetic Dumbledore actually thought he was doing a good job of keeping the fifth he allowed to wander through the halls safe. Every time Taurus or one of his fellow Slytherin’s put someone in the hospital wing however it was merely another comment to his inaccuracy. Despite evidence to the contrary Taurus didn’t underestimate Dumbledore, or any of those who intended to challenge him or anyone who followed the Dark Lord because underestimating anyone got you killed and he had no intention of dying any time soon. So as he walked he did so with caution, evident in his step that was normally more steadfast than it was in these sewers that would return them to Hogsmeade.

He wish there were more of them. Rather he was alone with Barty Crouch, the punch line to their jokes…when they didn’t include Potter and his merry band of moronic and over confident blood traitors. Evan had decided to stay behind, clearly distracted by the blonde with legs so tight Avery suspected anyone else would have needed a crowbar to tear them open. Evan however had the tongue of a deadly poet, lies sung so sweetly even Taurus had let himself be drawn in…for a moment only. Mulciber was so distracted with Severus’ newly created spell he was testing it on anyone stupid enough to allow the boy with mischievous eyes a go at them. Then there was Severus himself, studying away. He had hoped to be able to convince Regulus to come along but he was so distracted with his own thoughts lately. So, he was stuck with the boy more sexually disturbed than the previously mentioned Black.

“Keep up, Junior, smell the roses on your own time,” he teased. The redeeming quality of Barty’s desire to torture was overshadowed by his obsession with the Dark Lord personally. Everyone suspected the little perve of coveting things that were beyond his reach, that and his age left him as bait for their in house ridicule. “Surely you’ll be able to relive it as you smell your clothing later,” Taurus smirked, though when he went through more articles of clothing than any woman either knew he wasn’t truly one to comment about the treatment of clothing.

[thebartycrouchjnr]

Barty wasn’t really listening to Taurus or paying attention to his surroundings, having become lost within his own mind shortly before the meeting began, being around Voldemort was simply intoxicating, The Man radiated power, it rolled off him in roiling waves of malevolent energy, smothering out weakness and light with all the force of a lethifold at prey leaving only the darkness behind.

It was beautiful in it’s own way he thought, not that he would ever say that out loud, Taurus would likely never let it go.                                       Though the comment about the scent of his clothes had caught his attention and was certainly open for a retort, Barty smirked inwardly musing that it might also stop the older boy nattering for a moment or two.

Then he could concentrate on more important things, like how to make a more significant impression on Voldemort during the next meeting, he couldn’t afford to do anything but beyond his best, not in these early days, not if he ever wanted to receive the honor of the Dark Mark.

 ”Considering this festering cesspool we are currently wading through smelling these robes is the furthest thing from my mind, though seeing as you came up with the thought, perhaps you have such an vulgar aspiration? Do tell me if you wish for some privacy with your own clothing later , I won’t judge you”

Barty was rather pleased with his response, however he did increase his stride, no sense in being too close to Tarus’s Wand , just in case the boy decided to hex him for his remark.

[thebartycrouchjnr]

My Quill is missing..

[thewitchkenny]

Um…let me think on that Barty…no and even if I had I wouldn’t have given it back.

[thebartycrouchjnr]

Helpful as always Kendall, anyone else , preferably someone without the tendencies of a potential kleptomaniac?

[thebartycrouchjnr]

My Quill is missing..

Has anyone seen it? , i seem to have misplaced it..