Tiberius Ogden

Member of the Wizengamot | Heir to Ogden's Old Firewhiskey

[tibogden]

benjyxfenwick​:

They might have had different upbringings but in the end, what brought the two mates together and made them the closest were their similar desires to do good. Tiberius was involved with the Wizengamot and Benjy was working with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, each in their own way trying to make a change. Tiberius was one of a very few people that Benjy had confided in about the Travers incident. He had wanted to shield his best friend from the information, part of him afraid that Tib’s position would force him to turn his Benjy in. But his downward spiral into alcoholism had made it impossible for Benjy to keep the traumatic event from his friend. Tiberius had helped Benjy out of his hole of guilt and self-blame and he would always be grateful for it.

Benjy started to laugh, nudging the other man playfully. “You’re just in it for the leftovers. No consideration for romance,” Benjy teased. “It’s just to look over some artifacts uncovered in Nepal, log them into the Ministry’s accounts, blah blah…” he shrugged. Entering the restaurant, it was fairly busy for the lunch hour, so they took a table and waited. Benjy looked over at his friend and cleared his throat. “Actually, um, speaking of romantic pursuits…” He moved a hand to shake a curl from his face awkwardly. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Benjy was one of the best people Tiberius knew, he was kind and had a good heart, and even with the non intentional killing of Travers, Tiberius never doubted that for a second in his life. He had been worried when he saw Benjy in self despair, but he understood that in the situation that Benjy was in, there was no good or bad, just the best way to react. Tiberius knew if it weren’t for Benjy’s reflexes that his best mate would be dead, and Tiberius could never think a world without Benjy was a good one.

“You know what they say, to get to a man’s heart you go through his stomach” he laughed, even if Benjy was partly right, Tiberius wanted nothing more than happiness for the Curse Breaker. “So a boring trip with great food, sounds better than elderly complaints.” he laughed as he grabbed the menu, even if he knew what he was ordering. Intrigued he put the menu down and looked at his mate, “You do? Who’s the lucky person?” he asked intrigued. 

[tibogden]

regulusblacx​:

Utter chaos had descended upon the magical bank of Gringotts. Regulus had not seen a bottle so senseless yet brutal since the Battle of Birmingham. It was an eery, terrible sense of deja-vu, yet his senses were heightened as such, and he watched the battle around him unfold with razor focus. Whenever he dodged a passing curse, his eyes followed to where the jet of light landed, hoping it was not someone he cared for at the receiving end. It was in such moments that he suddenly saw a very familiar man be struck by a flash of light and crumple to the floor.

Regulus froze as he watched Tiberius Ogden’s blood splatter across the marbled tiles. The other man’s shirt instantly darkened where the curse had hit him, turning to the color of a dark burgundy. Before he knew it, Regulus’ feet had moved towards Tiberius to the corner of the bank. He blasted away any non-Death Eaters he came across with soaring charms, not quite caring where they landed, so long as they’d moved out of his way. Soon Regulus found a trail of blood leading from where he’d last seen Tiberius fall. He followed the smear pattern towards the opening of a corridor, where he kept his wand pointed up defensively, not knowing who or what could be around the corner.

Tiberius wasn’t sure when it happened, he was trying to make sense on why they kept them captive as the Gobblins probably didn’t mess with wizard affairs and there hostages were not working as leverage anymore. But pointing that out instead of doing the desire thing of releasing them just made his captor throw more than a few curses at him and then all he felt was pain. 

He felt his back crack against her wall, he wasn’t sure how he got there, but he knew he had something broken, and his head felt dizzy, he didn’t know if it was a concussion, until he saw the blood. His chest was covered in his own blood and it seemed that it wasn’t stopping. He needed to get out of there, he needed to get to Mungo’s and...

Hearing the steps he looked up, his hand trembling as it tried to get his wand out, “D-don’t....” he tried to say but his voice didn’t come as strong as he wanted, “S-stay away...” he pushed himself out of the floor and putting his hand finally getting to his wand, making sure to point it at the Death Eater, at least he could cover himself until things calmed. 

[tibogden]

regulusblacx​:

Regulus stiffened again at the mention of his mother. She was very opinionated on the other pureblood families, so it came to no surprise that she’d made comments on the Ogdens. New money, she referred to them disdainfully, with their whiskey empire and their hands off approach to other Sacred 28 matters. “Let’s not talk about her tonight, shall we? I wish to enjoy a drink and… pleasant company.” Regulus said carefully, taking his gin and nodding in Tiberius’ direction. 

“Ah, yes, he’s doing pretty well playing oversees. I’ve kept up with his stats,” Regulus explained, as it was no secret he was passionate about Quidditch. He glanced at the briefcase and the Wizengamot robes, which hugged the other man’s figure nicely. His gaze lingered for far too long on Tiberius’ body before he looked away, blushing into his glass. “The family business along with working at Borgin & Burke’s. I like to come here after a long day.”

Tiberius noticed the changed when mentioning Walburga, he didn’t think he was pushing too much, but maybe that was the reason behind today being a hard day for the younger Black brother. “I apologise, didn’t know it was a hard topic, certain wouldn’t want to make the conversation turn sour.” he smiled at Regulus.

“He is, my parents are really proud. I’m sure there is nothing that Bob can do wrong at the moment.” he joked, because it was a running joke at his household that the Quidditch player go preference over the other two but it was nothing like that. “That is a wide range of work, may I ask why Borgin & Burke’s? Is it personal interest or more professional?” he said, leaning towards Regulus with interest as he believed he saw a blush, however, he didn’t want to assume. 

[tibogden]

kieranollivander​:

—– @tibogden

“I’m always in some manner of trouble, you’d have to live life with your eyes shut if you didn’t want to see such a thing,” he teased with a chuckle. “Quite saucy of you, is that what you do with all your suiters then? I had no idea that’s what you were into,” his face broke into a grin as he took a sip from his drink. “I did try to fix that, but it just didn’t take… but if you’ve taken the stick out of your arse it should be much easier to loosen up,” he concluded. “I doubt it, I think he’ll work until he physically can’t,” he mused, not sure how his father felt still being in his shadow. “I don’t, I’ve avoided any injury which is a small miracle. As unlike you have suggested I don’t actually like being injured, I’m not a masochist after all.”

Tiberius laughed and shook his head, “No, I don’t do that to my suitors, unless they are into that.” he said raising an eyebrow, questioning Kieran’s intentions and a bit of his taste, not sure how things would turn out for this drink. “I know, many have tried, it seems I do not know how to loosen up, it’s a terrible condition.” he joked, nodding at the description of Mr Ollivander, it sounded like the man he remembered. “Are you sure you aren’t? You’ve been talking a fairly amount about being beaten by a stick.” he joked again, “Maybe we can try to change to another subject? I’m not sure how many stick jokes I can endure.” taking a sip from his drink he turned to look at Kieran, “What is that gets you in so much trouble?” the curiosity of the Ravenclaw spiked, as the fellow eagle kept mentioning it. 

[tibogden]

“Thank Rowena the Wizengamot is in the basement, I’m not sure we would survive the heat in suits.”

[tibogden]

benjyxfenwick​:

From the moment he met his Ravenclaw roommate, Benjy felt that they had clicked. Tiberius was more bookish than him and less prone to adventures, but they shared similar ideas and tastes and humor. They didn’t become practically brothers overnight, but over the years Benjy got to know Tiberius and was proud to call him his best friend. He was so unlike every other pureblood that Benjy had met, lacking the prestigious air and cold mask that seemed to envelope those that came from the Sacred 28. Tiberius never made Benjy feel different for having a muggle parent or for being working class, and instead he was welcomed with open arms into the bug Ogden family as one of their own.

“The Greek lady who owns the place loves me. Says she wants me to marry her niece, last time I stopped by,” he chuckled. “I’m not too sure, but free falafels for life, though, eh?” Benjy joked. He listened to his mate speak and shared his frustration at the lack of change the Ministry wanted to participate in. “That’s not a priority for them, it seems.” He shook his head. “I might go to Nepal for a week next month– excited for that. I love the food there.”

Benjy was different from his other classmates, he was fun and super intelligent, and he seemed to not mind that Tiberius wasn’t exactly the live of a party but loved more to solve puzzles and mysteries. It wasn’t that the solicitor couldn’t party, but he felt like life was more than what the social gatherings expected of him, and he was glad that he found a true friend in Benjy. Even his family loved and welcomed the other Ravenclaw, which made their friendship even stronger over the years. Tiberius loved hearing the Fenwick stories and the Ogdens loved to see the two boys have fun and be themselves, which worked perfectly with their dynamic. Tiberius never minded that Benjy wasn’t in the magical society list, he just welcomed the new thoughts and perspective his mate brought into his world.

“Well if it gets you to have free food what is there to think about?” he joked, “And if the niece cooks as well as the owner you will get bigger sooner than you imagine.” he teased, not imagining Benjy in a sedentary life.

“Nothing that changes is a priority for the elderly society, but I knew what I was getting into, I suppose.” it didn’t mean he didn’t get frustrated, and that sometimes it felt intentional. At the mention of the new trip Tib smiled, “Nepal? Sounds brill, what are you going in for? Or is it top secret?”

[tibogden]

regulusblacx​:

“She’ll be disappointed regardless,” Regulus deadpanned. He was not one to speak ill of his mother as he tended to overlook her many faults out of his fondness for her. But today Regulus felt none of that– instead he felt oddly betrayed by her. He thought that being her favorite would spare him the injustice and humiliation of a betrothal. He had foolishly believed that devoting herself to all her whims, that her loneliness of having a husband dead and another son disowned, would want her to keep him close and away from the clutches of some wife. What he was quickly realizing was that Regulus wasn’t enough. He never was. 

The other man’s easy smile temporarily wiped away his dark, bleak thoughts. He was surprised to hear the man know his name, but after a moment he placed the other man’s familiar features. “Ogden, is it?” He asked. “You were Head Boy.” Regulus took a sip of his drink, studying the handsome, clean cut fellow. “What are you spending your days doing now?”

“I’m sure that is not true, but your mother seemed to always had high standards.” he didn’t remember much, but he didn’t need to. Most pureblood mothers actually had expectations that were far too ridiculous to maintain, one just needed to remember how harsh most of them were at galas and parties, and in the case of the Blacks, how the older sibling didn’t love the idea of being the pureblood stuck up and just left. 

He was sure that there was more to that, but he wasn’t gossiping, nor prying. Everyone had their problems to deal with. Seemed that Regulus had quite a few by the looks of him.

“Yes, that’s me. I’m sure my dear brother Bob was easier to remember, he was in your class as well.” he pointed, not sure if Regulus even know Bob, even if everyone else seemed to know about the Quidditch star. “I’m a solicitor and junior member of the Wizengamot.” he pointed to the briefcase and the robes. “What about you? Running the family business?” Tiberius remembered that there were a few Black owned companies.

[jackson-falahee]

jackfalahee: We’re getting married

[tibogden]

Location: Gringortts. Timeframe: Order Heist Event.

Tiberius had been meaning to go to the bank to get the family affairs in order, his mother hand insisted that since he was closer to the location to make sure to bring some of the old books from the company and some family heirlooms for his parents next trip to Paris. His mother didn’t like to have all that much jewellery in the house and Tiberius didn’t mind to pop in the safe and then back home for a visit. 

What he didn’t expect was to be locked in with the rest of the attendants.

Someone had tried to rob the magical bank and the Gobblins were trying to avoid it, which was perfectly normal, the issue was that on top of that some Death Eaters decided to held everyone hostage for whatever it had been stolen, which was not a good sign at all.

“What do you think they’ll do to us if they don’t get what they want?” he asked the person next to him, understanding that they would start bargaining but to what extent the people inside were expendable?

[tibogden]

kieranollivander​:

“I suppose, but I haven’t landed there yet, I am usually able to charm my way out of it. When I end up in dangerous territory I will be sure to seek you out,” he confirmed hoping that day would never come. Anything that may be to do with the Order of course there would be no way of getting out of, but for any of his usual trouble he was sure Tiberius could help him out. “Do you? I thought you liked to carry it about with you,” he chuckled. “Seems to be the way of things, the old never want to make room for change. Gramps isn’t too keen on it either,” he mused. “I’ve avoided injury for the last few days so I would put that in the win column.”

“That is good to hear, wouldn’t want to see you in trouble, even if I would be able to get you out of it.” he smirked and then rolled his eyes, “I love bringing it around, if you are not careful I’ll hit you with it.” he joked, drinking from his glass, “Seems like it is like at Hogwarts, I’m just the boring stickler for rules.” he was logical, didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun. “How is your Grandfather? Is he ever planning on retiring?” he knew it would be a fat chance of that but he knew a bit of Kieran’s family and he liked them. Even if Kieran might believe he wasn’t as fun as his younger brother Bob. “And why would you want to get injured?”

[tibogden]

regulusblacx​:

Years of following the Black family’s rules, of never stepping up to authority, of always (well, mostly) following the rules, had essentially gotten Regulus nothing. He had hoped that by fulfilling the role of heir in every other possible manner would keep the question of marriage at bay. Those hopes had crumbled upon his mother’s announcement that his quest for betrothal was going to begin whether he liked it or not. Regulus had protested, something he rarely did against Walburga, but her command was clear: he was to begin his search for a wife, lest she want him to pick one out for her. What a nightmare.

Regulus had felt abysmal ever since. He was conflicted by the loyalty he still felt for his family and his own desires and nature. Even more depressing was the fact that he would probably be married to a woman without ever even having anything real happen with another man. He felt doomed, his head stuck in an invisible guillotine. To fend off the gloom, he forced himself out of his flat and into one of the more lowkey bars he knew of. He nursed a gin and tonic, lost in his thoughts, only looking over at the sound of a voice.

“No,” he answered shortly, rather rudely, going back to ignoring the world around him and sipping his drink. Then a nagging feeling caused him to do a double take and quietly admire the man taking a seat near him. He swallowed. “Ah– sorry. That was poor manners on my behalf.”

Tiberius understood that people needed their space when they were drinking, not everyone came to the bar to have a good time, some came to drown their sorrows, or like him and a long day of work. That was why he didn’t mind for the short, yet direct answer, leaving his coat on top of the chair next to him.

He proceed to order and then heard the man next to him apologise. He turned around and found Black, he remembered him from when he was a Head Boy, it was Regulus Black, who had been in his first year as a prefect on Tiberius’ last year of school.

“I was about to say that you lost your manners, I’m sure your mother would be disappointed.” he tried teasing, hoping to let the younger wizard know there was no ill feelings regarding the previous encounter. “I’m sure you have had a long day, Black, don’t worry about it.” he said with a smile.

[tibogden]

Tiberius entered the bar and immediately knew that he liked it, it was quiet, everyone was enjoying their drinks over a low quiet music magical reproducing itself over the place and the conversations were just loud enough for the people involving them. After a busy day at the office this mellow environment seemed exactly what he needed. 

He moved to the bar, ordered a whiskey, loosening his tie a bit, taking his cloak out and was about to put it on the chair next to him when he noticed someone in the next one over, “Oh, sorry, are you using this chair?” he asked.

@regulusblacx​

[tibogden]

Tiberius took a sip of his drink and looked at the person in front of him. "You're not just about to ask me for legal advise after works hours, are you?"

[divincechoes]

It was a more than rare occasion to find Celeste in such an establishment on any given day. Yet some days did call for such measures. "Hardly, Tiberius. Unsurprisingly I would be the last person requesting aid with legal advise." She raised her glass, indicating that she was merely here for a drink. "Would it be too hard to believe that I'm here for a drink with absolute no intention to think about work?" It was more than rare but every now and then even a Travers such as her would desire a break. In truth legal questions weren't something she'd have found herself asking the other even within work hours but she could play nice; nice enough.

[tibogden]

Tiberius looked at Celeste and knew that his work pureblood maniac free time would be non existent, he knew what the Travers thought of the world and even if he could play nice he was tired of being the proper example in and out of work. He might not be the most outgoing person but even once in a while he desired to be more than he 'had to'.

"I apologise Celeste I thought you were from the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures department," he pointed to the ones loud in a booth nearby, "They like to make a lot of questions over one's personal space. I would be careful around them." he offered politely, they liked to mess with Tiberius now and then form asking some questions about the werewolves and half beens legislations, and now he wouldn't live that down, but he wouldn't pass it by them to go and ask more things to one person of the female population trying to 'flirt'.

[tibogden]

Tiberius loved his work, but some days he wondered if they were purposely longer than others. The Ministry had been working hard to keep order in the society they were living in, and even if the wizard believed that there were better way to do it, he had to admit that they were trying.

Today had been a particular taxing day, he had a bunch of older clients that were really sweet but rather ignorant of certain aspect of the law, so what would have taken him a few minutes with any other clients, it meant that he had to spend hours with these.

However, he was happy that now he had a proper lunch break with one of his favorite people in the world. "So what would it be, Benjy boy a double for your troubles?" he teased, knowing that it would probably be strong coffee.

@benjyxfenwick

[benjyxfenwick]

Benjy’s Curse Breaker job consisted of being out in the field most of the week, with only a few hours a day in the office. Whenever the opportunity sprang up, he made sure to send a memo to his best mate, Tiberius, over at the Wizengamot chambers to see if he was available for lunch. Their schedules didn’t always align but when they did, he was always happy to catch up with his friend.

“I’m craving a double falafel,” he laughed, walking out of the Ministry building and towards the more restaurant laden area. “I know a good Mediterranean spot nearby.” He looked over at Tiberius, his roommate of seven years and his friend of much longer. “How’s the workload?”

[tibogden]

Tiberius worried about Benjy, not only because of his work, but what he decided to do in the ongoing war. He was much braver than Tiberius, who knew he couldn't battle anyone like that and just tried to change the Wizarding World one law at a time.

Benjy was out there, in the field, and every time he spent more than a couple of days without contact Tib's mind worried that he might have been cursed to oblivion and no one would know. It was good to see that his fears were just that and never a reality.

"That sounds about right, lead the way." he patted Benjy on the back and followed, "You know, they always leave me with the most boring cases, so I'm always overworked and don't have time to come up with new ways to give some people basic rights. Same old. How about you? How is your next scavenger hunt?" the details of some objects were so vague that it felt like a game, but he knew what Benjy did was important.

[tibogden]

Tiberius took a sip of his drink and looked at the person in front of him. "You're not just about to ask me for legal advise after works hours, are you?"

[thcfallenstar-deactivated202401]

“When have I ever come to you seeking legal advice? I just do the stupid thing and deal with the consequences later,” he chuckled. “Rough day?” he questioned signaling the bartender for a drink.

[tibogden]

"Some of the consequences might need legal advice." he pointed, taking a sip from his drink, "And I just want to have something to drink without having to dwell in the one hundred tomes of the law. contrary to popular believe, I do like to leave the stick up my butt at the office." he knew some of his colleagues didn't like him, he helped the little guy, the under dog, and they just wanted to keep the people on top winning. "Just the usual, people too old to understand that things change over time. How about you?"

[tibogden]

Tiberius loved his work, but some days he wondered if they were purposely longer than others. The Ministry had been working hard to keep order in the society they were living in, and even if the wizard believed that there were better way to do it, he had to admit that they were trying.

Today had been a particular taxing day, he had a bunch of older clients that were really sweet but rather ignorant of certain aspect of the law, so what would have taken him a few minutes with any other clients, it meant that he had to spend hours with these.

However, he was happy that now he had a proper lunch break with one of his favorite people in the world. "So what would it be, Benjy boy a double for your troubles?" he teased, knowing that it would probably be strong coffee.

@benjyxfenwick

[tibogden]

Tiberius took a sip of his drink and looked at the person in front of him. "You're not just about to ask me for legal advise after works hours, are you?"