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@xander-crabbe
ALEXANDER CRABBE.
19, Pureblood. Slytherin alumnus.
Current occupation: Potioneer
Affiliation: Death Eaters
Faceclaim: Luke Pasqualino
BIOGRAPHY:
Like many pure-blood young boys, Alexander was brought up to believe that he was better than most people in the world and that pure was best. He was blessed with riches, given everything he wanted and traveled the world with his mother. His father worked a lot, though, Xander wasnât sure what exactly he did for a living but, as he grew up, it became apparent that it wasnât a simple Ministry job.
They lived off the wealth of the family name and it was always known the Xander would eventually attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What came as a surprise was the face he was sorted into Ravenclaw. Xander had always thought that Slytherin was the place for him but the Hat assured him that Ravenclaw would suit him better. And, as the years went by, he could see that it was Ravenclaw that suited him. He would spend more time alone, reading than terrorizing first years and as the years went by the prejudice that had been ingrained into him seemed to lighten. It wasnât as clear to him why muggle-borns were filthy or why half-blood were muggle sympathizers.
Rather than dwelling on the fact he was becoming more and more friendly with those his parents hated, Xander focused on his potions work. He developed old brews and created his own whilst hidden away in the depths of Hogwarts. It was something fun and he had the pleasure of enjoying all on his own. However, when his father learnt about his talent, he wanted to use it for gain and quickly came up with a scheme to ensure Xander would follow in his fatherâs footsteps.
Though he had had an interest in Dark Arts as a boy, that interest had faded slightly so when Mr Crabbe offered Xander a chance to become a Dark wizard and work for the Dark Lord, he was hesitant. It took Xander a while to find the thrill for making Dark potions but, eventually, it amused him to think about what his potions might be used for. In his final year, Xander passed his NEWTs and quickly took the Dark Mark on leaving Hogwarts. Now, he supplies potions for Dark use as well as being an interrogator for the Dark Lord. Hopefully, his conscience wonât get the better of him.
TRAITS:
+ Creative, Bold, Straight-talking - Sly, Suspicious, Uncomfortable
PLAYED BY: AMELIA
andromedablaq:
âWho wouldnât be?â
âProbably quite a few people, especially those who hate going home.â
serpvntheart:
â have you always been this serious when it comes to small talk, crabbe? hold on, iâm still not drunk enough to divulge into my plans for the future. cheers.  â emma raised her glass as she nodded curtly.
âIâm just trying to make conversation,â he replied, his gaze heavy and dark. Gatherings like this made Xander question his decision to agree to attend in the first place.
âSo... are you looking for to summer?â
andromedablaq:
Andromeda was able to ease slightly then, mentally grateful for the respect. As the thirty seconds passed, Andromeda quickly tapped the potion twice while adding some African Sea Salt. âThere,â she sighed, a smile on her face because at least now she could relax. Turning, she gave Xander a smile, âthank you, Xander, itâs so nice â that respect,â especially coming from Pureblood MAN, but she didnât add that. âAre you here to chat or did you need something??â
He returned the smile. âDonât need anything exactly, just taking a brief break from my studies; been getting quite a few headaches lately so I was advised to take some time for myself. Hard to do, though,â Xander replied. âThe potion looks good, by the way.â
svptima-vector:
âAre you sure thatâs a good idea?â
âWhy wouldnât it be? I think itâs a well thought out plan.â
he ainât going down in the forth.
marly-ene:
â And if you think thatâd hurt me youâre dilusional- ignore me if you want, Iâd appreciate that.â
âAlright, yep. Iâll be going now, then.â
marly-ene:
â Well, you canât. Not from my precisely.â
âGreat,â he replied. âLooks like I wonât be hiding anything from you in the future, might have avoid you entirely.â
marly-ene:
â Well, you tell me- you get intimidated when I read your facade.â
âI just donât like being easy to read,â he replied with a shrug. âIt unsettles me, make me feel as if I canât hide anything.â
valentina-burke:
A moan left her lips as she finally felt him inside her. It seemed to her too much time had passed since the last time they were together like that. Before they had their big fight and separated. Her mind would then be occupied with thoughts about him every day and night. Valentina wanted to turn around and kiss him, she wanted to look at him while their bodies were moving together. But she didnât dare to, instead, she bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself quiet while waiting for him to pull out, only to thrust himself inside her once again.
Gripping her hips tightly, Xanderâs hips moved at a steady pace. Â Each thrust grew stronger as he pounded Valentinaâs sex, relishing in the feeling for her tight sex. His hand came down on her arse cheek once more, a smirk developing on his features at the rose colour it felt behind. Reaching round, his finger fumbled to toy with Valâs clit, wanting to pleasure her beyond what she was expecting.Â