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keira-grey​:

The witch to whom he spoke to took a moment too long to respond, as if she had not realized he was addressing her. She was fairly young, with dark hair and doeful eyes that had been glazed over in thought only a moment before. Now, her brow furrowed as if she was actively trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. 

“Morning,” she eventually said. Cradling a cup of English Breakfast, she elected to sip out of the ceramic and hid a grimace as the bitter flavor hit her tongue. The tea, she thought to herself as she set the cup down, had long since gone cold. This was no doubt due to her lapse in attention, and the reason why her own gaze had wandered passively over the patrons of the terrace. And just her luck- it had to have settled on a chatty, friendly sort. 

This was fine with Keira, idle chatter was chatter, and she was nothing if not friendly. 

“Come here often?” She asked the wizard, reaffixing her smile. ||@ kingcrabbe

@keira-grey​

Deciding to speak to the witch had been a test, admittedly. He’d recognized her to be Emilia’s sister right away, and was curious to see if there would be any hint of recognition in the woman’s eyes. He was satisfied to see that there wasn’t, which confirmed that his little arrangement with her sister was beneficial enough to them both that she kept quiet about it. Perfect. Although now he found himself halfway through small talk with a stranger; and would have to deal with that. “More often than I’d like,” he answered. “It really is ridiculously complicated to find a decent cup of tea in wizarding London, wouldn’t you agree? Leaves me coming back here whether or not I want to. Perhaps I should ask Rosa for her secret ingredient and export, here’s a business idea for you, » he continued, talking to the woman as much as he was musing to himself.

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wickedbellax​:

Aside from her short visit into St. Mungo’s, Bella found that the streets of Diagon Alley gave her the most in depth look into how the community was reacting after the ball. Who was shying away from other strangers or taking refuge in shops to avoid particular individuals or even how less crowded the shops were as people stayed away in fear. It made her feel excited, knowing she was apart of a movement that were keeping the community on their toes now. So as she was making her way through the alley, she spotted a familiar face sitting at Rosa Lee’s. “Now that is quite the chipper greeting considering all the chaos that happened to the community,” She mused, at least she already knew he was loyal to their side so she really didn’t care. “Find anything interesting for us?” A finger pointed towards the paper that lay before him, she had yet to catch up on things related to Claudette and Marlene’s individual arrests.

@wickedbellax​

Cornelius looked up at Bellatrix, his grin firmly back in place. After letting a beat of silence pass, he let out a simple “oops,” before trying to adopt a more neutral facial expression. Looking down at the Daily Prophet, he let out a long and dramatic sigh. “Nothing much. Nothing new. Certainly nothing interesting,” he concluded as he closed the paper. “I’ll know more when I go to work. But how have you been faring, dearest Bellatrix?” he asked with interest. It turned out he was one of the few people who actually, genuinely liked her. Granted, she was absolutely unhinged and would likely snap one day and murder them all. But she was strong and reliable, able to do the work when necessary and familiar with the necessity of sacrifice. She wasn’t hard on the eyes either, which he always valued in the people he kept around. “I heard your own performance was stellar. Although I would argue that you did make my life more difficult,” he said pointedly. “The office just isn’t as fun anymore now that my grumpy boss is walking around with three limbs.”

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Ever the dramatic man, Cornelius raised a hand to his chest in mock outrage at Alecto’s tone. Granted, his behavior towards her hadn’t always been stellar. But it had been years now, and he would have thought she’d have moved on by now, if not forgiven him. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other since – they ran in such similar circles that there had been plenty of events, diners and parties where they’d been in the same group of friends. Although, now that he was thinking about it, he wasn’t sure they’d ever truly had a one on one conversation. “Hm,” was the only sound he let out, suddenly realizing that the woman possibly still held a grudge against him, as if this was something he was only just hearing about. “Would you help me find my way if I was?” he asked with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows as he slid into the seat opposite hers. Tonight was as good a time as any to bury the hatchet, he thought satisfyingly. @alectocxrrow​

Where: The White Wyvern

When: A week or so after the Summer Solstice Ball

Who: Alecto and @kingcrabbe​

Alecto had been spending more time in the White Wyvern in the last week. Part of it was to keep herself out of Carrow house, and the other reason was because she wanted to distract herself from everything. So much crap had happened over the last week, and she just wanted to forget it all. If only it was that simple. Sometimes she found herself drinking with others, but tonight she was alone. Or well, she had been. Until she was interrupted by Crabbe. To be honest, he was one of the last people that she really wanted to see.

“You’ve got to be kidding me….” The red head grumbled. She really did not take lightly to conversing with people that made a habit of ditching her. She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly unimpressed. “Are you lost Cornelius?”

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where: rosa lee teabag — outside terrace with: open

Remembering that he was supposed to be worried about his colleagues and upset about the state of the wizarding world was quite the challenge when the weather was so lovely. But the copy of the Daily Prophet Cornelius held in his hands, full of dramatic lies and mistaken suspicions did help to sober him up and keep him in character. Although it was also mortifyingly boring, which was why he kept looking up distractedly... and making eye contact with people he did not necessarily have time for. But Cornelius was many things; handsome, surely, and excellent company a close second. He should have known that enjoying an anonymous and uninterrupted morning tea in Diagon Alley was out of the cards for him. “Top of the morning to you!” he said with a grin at the newcomer who had accidentally caught his gaze.  

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CORNELIUS CRABBE is TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD and an AUROR in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like CHANCE PERDOMO and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

Raised in money and born to pursue power and status, Cornelius Crabbe was raised with the understanding the world was his oyster due to their family’s immense wealth and impressive family dynasty. The only child of CYRIL CRABBE and ESMEE MONTAGUE, Cornelius was raised near the Muggle Parrish of Chalfont St. Giles, at Silverwater Manor, one of the larger estates owned by families within The Sacred Twenty-Eight, surrounded by beautiful gardens and a lake so ethereal it looks as though it is filled with liquid silver glimmering in the sunlight. As a child everything was done for Cornelius. Food was brought on a silver tray by their elves and every whim was catered to, with his mother and father at their long solid wood dining table they told him how marvellous he was. Cornelius was their golden boy, their shining wonder and all they could have ever hoped for in a son, but all of their love and attention did not mean he escaped the heavy burden most Sacred Twenty-Eight children had weighing heavily on their shoulders and for Cornelius it weighed far more heavily than others. As their only child it was Cornelius’ duty to carry on his family line with grace and diligence, inserting himself within the Ministry or in academia as all other members of his family had done before him and keeping his bloodline pure in the process. 

His mother and father met whilst Cyril was away from Buckinghamshire onespring, meeting his soon-to-be wife Esmée who worked in the records room for The French Ministry of Magic in Paris. Esmée was a prospective match for Cyril, though he was glad to have fallen in love with her. It was Esmée who introduced a love of history into Cyril’s life, the two amassing the largest collection of accurate historical documents kept by private owners which are currently on display at Silverwater. Though historically his family had always been purists, their obsession with ruling over Muggles had begun with his parents who had collected various letters and newspaper clippings referring to GELLERT GRINDELWALD and had slowly become sucked into his doctrine. As Cornelius walked amongst the displays at Silverwater, with his mother’s hands on his shoulders she encouraged him to aspire to a place amongst them and never lose sight of how he would be remembered long after he was gone. This idea of being remembered was what fuelled Cornelius and as he was sorted into Slytherin with the hat barely touching his head he was both pleased and unsurprised, Determined and resourceful, great people had come from Slytherin and Cornelius he was sure would be another feather in the cap of his house.

His name alone attracted great friendships, forging close bonds with RABASTAN LESTRANGE and ADRAIN CAVERLY who became his closest friends before he spread his wings further and began getting into an older crowd of students, becoming instantly incredibly close with CAIUS BURKE, LAVENDER BULSTRODE, ERIK BORGIN, LACHLAN MCTAVISH and ANYA ROOKWOOD who held similar outlooks on the future. He was drawn to those who longed to make their mark on the world, though he had always been too proud to idolise or be in awe of anyone. A wise and diligent student, he became a prefect alongside the lovely ANDROMEDA BLACK, who had similar ambitions of his own he understood to follow in her family’s footsteps to an influential position within the Ministry and quickly sought out a friendship with her, though he was sorry to say it didn’t amount to more than that. With his parents more concerned with Cornelius making his way in the world as a younger man, the topic of marriage was not something on his mind, garnering a reputation amongst the upper classes as an untrainable catch that a fair few sorcerers had tried to ensnare. The beautiful ALYS WARRINGTON was someone who often catches his eye, though even someone as divisive as Cornelius believes she was too sweet to break the heart of. 

As he progressed into adulthood Cornelius became far less selective as to who he spent time with and enjoyed trifling with those who were dangerous, privately enjoying the company of vampires, werewolves, veelas and Muggle-Borns who strike him as particularly interesting, though it is not known at all to the rest of his community. It is Cornelius’ wandering eye that has led to his only ‘near misses’ in life. The first being GENEVIEVE AVERY, the only person who tempted Cornelius to suppress his constant desire for companions. Cornelius found her the most interesting and complicated woman he had ever known, though even she found him difficult to pin down. Cornelius has never been one to judge someone on their desires and pursuit of them, although a large part of him wondered as he flicked through The Prophet after she had come Genevieve Avery-WIlkes, if it was wiser to stay a single man or risk ending up dead on your wedding night with a very rich widow which would have certainly thrown a wrench into his plans. A long-standing member of THE DARK LORD’s following after being introduced by his friend Rabastan not long after he had graduated, Cornelius has been playing the tole of inside man within the Ministry which hasn’t exactly been easy, though he believes he has done it well. 

Working closely to those marked as suspicious by The Death Eaters, including HESTIA JONES, KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT and ALASTOR MOODY who he believes value him as a dependable member of their team, Cornelius feels somewhat invincible and is confident in his ability to lie and procure information. Although Cornelius is not the most devout purist, his obsession with power has made him an excellent fit for The Death Eaters and his charisma and intelligence mean he is well placed to gain important information for their cause. As always however, Cornelius is always thinking two steps ahead and has his sights set on a senior position within The Dark Lord’s Army which would ensure he obtains his highest goal. Becoming The Minister for Magic. A ruthless individual, Cornelius is not afraid to cut down those he considers close friends in order to achieve this goal and had found his plans going fairly well until he made the acquaintance of a certain journalist one evening in the early spring. EMILIA GREY is a Muggle-Born beautiful enough to rival even that of a veela and a determination to get ahead which rivals even that of Cornelius own, which he saw at length when she turned up at his office and proceeded to blackmail him with a photo of them together at a party. 

Her offer was one he wasn’t sure benefited him until he considered it at length. She would publish information he gave her, keep him anonymous and become famous in the process? But what was in it for him? As he swirled his whiskey he saw the headlines made possibly by him. Cornelius had information by the bucketload, he just needed someone with a quill to publish it in the exact way he needed. Accepting her offer, Cornelius was quick to notify Emilia of the attack on BENJY FENWICK which had been orchestrated by BELLATRIX BLACK, feeding her information that the Ministry had been unable to protect him and allowing her to make her own links to a similar attack on BOOKER BAGNOLD sixth months prior. Cornelius watched as the drama unfolded the following day, his office in uproar, fingers pointing as to who had leaked the information and his name far off anyone’s lips as they scrambled to find the vampire who had attacked him. Safe to say Bellatrix was impressed by this small victory, but for now Crabbe wants to keep it to himself. Him and Emilia had much further to go before he gets what he wants and only at the right time will he present his activities to The Dark Lord and leapfrog the competition to the highest seat in office.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Identification → Cis Male

Sexuality  → Pansexual  

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → N/A

Family → Charles Monteague (cousin), Darcey Monteague (cousin)

Connections  → Caius Burke (best friend), Lavender Bulstrode (best friend), Erik Borgin (close friend), Anya Rookwood (close friend), Lachlan McTavish (close friend), Rabastan Lestrange (close friend), Walden MacNair (close friend), Adrian Caverly (close friend), Alys Warrington (close friend/potential love interest), Andromeda Black (friend), Emilia Grey (confidant/potential romantic liaison), Genevive Avery (former romantic liaison), Alastor Moody (boss), Bellatrix Black (boss)

Future Information → Father of Vincent Crabbe

CORNELIUS CRABBE IS A LEVEL 7 WIZARD.