bartycrouchthejunior

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Barty acknowledged Reg's words with a nod, still distracted by looking around the flat. Barty couldn't help but be jealous of the generational wealth of the Black family. His family had long ago stopped putting enough effort in to preserving their bloodlines. Barty's flat had of course belonged to his family as well, but it was small and less grand than Regulus'. Barty hated that feeling of inferiority, not that Regulus would ever purposely make him feel that way - but Barty wanted these kind of heirlooms. The respect that came with just hearing the Black name. His family name was recognisable, but it didn't had the same value that Regulus' did. That was what he was fighting for. That infamy. He wanted that pure respect, that little bit of automatic intimidation. He carved it more than he could ever express. He could put up with the muggleborns if he really had to, that wasn't what had drawn him to the death eaters. It was the power, the kind of people he'd heard the rumours from. He knew if was where he needed to be if he wanted a better future.

"You know, sometimes I forgot how rich you and then-" he signalled around the flat, a teasing smirk on his face, he nudged his friend slightly. "Are you going to tell me where the glasses are or do I have to guess" Barty shouted back as he walked in to the kitchen, already opening a cupboard. "So do I get to attend a housewarming party soon or are you going to play shy on that?"

@regulusblacx

Barty and Regulus had been more than acquaintances for longer than he could remember. Their families moved in the same circles, the Blacks always keenly interested in holding close political ties. Oddly enough, Regulus didn’t mind Barty, in fact finding his company to be an interesting blip in the lull of his solitude. He didn’t mind Barty stealing all the attention in the room as it often meant it was taken from Regulus instead. Regulus preferred to not be in the spotlight, while Barty thrived off it. 

There was also the fact that Barty knew one of Regulus’ closely held secrets. Regulus was a spy, he was working to destroy Horcruxes, and he still had contact with his disowned brother, yet sometimes that all paled in comparison to the secret of Regulus’ true preferences. Still, Regulus had never allowed himself to see Barty as more than a friend, even if an interesting one at that. 

“Good evening, Barty,” he greeted formally with a nod, his manners as impeccable as ever. “A toast is certainly in due,” Regulus replied to the man, a small smile moving at his lips and moving aside for his guest to step in. He closed the door behind them as he watched Barty study the home. “It belonged to my Uncle Alphard some years ago, but it’s been in my family for centuries,” Regulus explained.

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Spoilsport. This one clearly took her work very seriously. No matter, he would just try a different route. He was bored enough after all. He was also intrigued, either the woman didn't realise who his was- which happened sometimes since Barty looked way more like this mother. Thank Merlin. That, or she just didn't care. The second was a more exciting prospect, Barty had grown used to people sucking up to him in hopes he'd mention them to his father. Barty could tell them they were wasting their time, but sometimes it proved useful. Both for his own selfish reasons but also because some of them gave him information useful to the death eaters.

"you're right - i am being cheeky, i apologise- i'm sure you're very busy" a certain amount of amusement still playing on his lips. "If i'm being honest - and you're definitely not allowed to judge me for it-" a confident wink "but last time i came her- the healer i had- she made me feel like a scolded child- and well maybe i was being a little bit of a coward in trying to avoid her."

@healervance

Interruptions were a common occurrence in a hospital. There was rarely a shift that went by that Emmeline wasn't pulled aside for one thing or another, a second opinion or an extra set of hands to help with something that needed more than one Healer to handle. Sometimes it was the patients, as it was in this case, Emmeline keeping a polite smile on her face as a partially familiar face strolled up to her. His name escaped her, but they'd been at Hogwarts together. If she was right, then she knew that he had been a few years below her and definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw.

"I'm afraid you can't make requests like that. I'm sure that there'll be a Healer available to see you soon enough." Eyes casted over the man, doing a quick assessment. He was bold enough, charming even, meaning that he couldn't possibly be in too much agony at this very minute. "I'd suggest you go back and sit down and keep that wound elevated and pressure on it. Someone will be with you soon."

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Barty hated waiting around. Hated it. Usually he wouldn't come to St Mungo's for injuries he'd got working for the Death Eaters, it created too much suspicion in his mind and besides he was fairly skilled at healing. This time though he hadn't been able to patch himself up, he'd managed to get far enough to make it look like a cut he could've got from an accident at home, but there was still a steady flow of blood.

He had been waiting for about half an hour when he saw the pretty witch wandered in to the waiting room, clearly chastising someone. Barty was bored and couldn't resist creating a little entertainment for himself. He waltz over to the witch as she waited for her patient to grab their stuff. "Can't say I blame them, if you were my healer, reckon i'd be finding ways to be in here pretty regular myself- and I hate hospitals." Barty gave her one of his signature smiles. "In fact, i'd love to join your waiting queue, i promise i'll be a very well behaved patient."

@healervance

Who: Emmeline and OPEN Where: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Lime green robes suitably fastened around her body, Emmeline was ready for another day of chaos that was inevitable to come when it was time for her to begin another shift at St Mungo's Hospital. It was easier to expect chaos and madness, it made the few easier shifts that she had every so often more of a treat. Assessing herself in front of the mirror once more before turning on her heel to leave the Healer's quarters, it wasn't long before she was on the ground floor of the hospital.

As if on cue, a pile of notes floated their way towards Emmeline, reaching for the stack as they drew nearer, opening the first file that was at the top of her pile. A quiet sigh followed, barely needing to read more than the name at the top of the page before she was moving, not needing direction from the desk witch to point her in the direction of her first patient of the day.

Walking down the short corridor, it wasn't long before Emmeline came across a familiar face, a recurring patient, who seemed to get themselves into trouble a little too often. "What did I say about not wanting to see you here again? How long as it been? Four days? Five?"

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Barty quirked an eyebrow at Amycus' response. Clearly the man was in a bad mood today. That wasn't going to stop Barty though, especially when he'd just bought a drink himself. "What's got your knickers in a twist" Barty threw Amycus a fake concerned look as he slid in to the booth opposite him. "I was coming over to let you know about a party i'm hosting this weekend - but - if you're not interested--"

@thecarrcwheir

where: the emerald club

who: amycus & open

The Carrow Heir looked up at the person who approached to his booth and quirked an eyebrow before they could even speak. “Hold on a second, I might need more alcohol to deal with this” he murmured before downing the remains of firewhiskey of his glass and poured himself more. “You were saying?”

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Who: @regulusblacx Where: Regulus' flat

Barty hadn't had chance to visit Reg's new flat yet, he had been busy with a lucrative modelling gig. They had been friends since Barty could remember, their families of course attending all the same parties. Barty had also learnt as he got older how useful it was having allies in the Black family. That wasn't necessarily the reason Barty had fully befriended Regulus but he certainly counted it as a convenient bonus.

In many ways he and Regulus were opposites. Where Reg was reserved, Barty was bold and brash. Barty was more than happy to be the centre of attention. Sometimes Barty helped blur the lines of their friendship too. Regulus was of course attractive, but there was a subtle charm to him which Barty found appealing. Naturally for Barty it wouldn't be more than an interesting friendship, he was not one to allow himself to be vulnerable enough to commit to a relationship. He was happier sharing himself with several people for more physical pleasures

Barty knocked confidently on Regulus' door, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair and messing up his curls. When Reg appeared at the door, Barty held up the bottle of firewhiskey that he'd bought. "Figured we could toast to the new flat" Barty wandered in, already looking around and internally comparing Regulus' flat with his own.

[bartycrouchthejunior]

Who: Open Where: Coffee shop on Diagon Alley

Barty was starting to regret leaving the warmth of his flat. He had been practising a new song for his next gig at the weekend, and so far he wasn't making much progress. He had though a quick trip to grab a coffee would relieve his stress levels, but it seemed that half of London wanted a drink too. He had already had to make too much small talk as his father's colleague's spotted him. He was not in the mood to put on the loyal son mask today. If it wasn't for the amount of time he'd already wasting here and his reluctance to return to his earlier work he probably would've left by now. Out of the corner of his eye Barty noticed somebody trying to squeeze up the queue, though he couldn't fully make them out he glared at them "there is a queue you know- we're not just standing here for the fun of it."

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