#rosier senior

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Back from my hiatus!

Any Rosier family hcs?

Oh welcome back! I haven't posted anything related to my favorite French pure-blood family in a long time... hopefully this suffices as proper headcanons for them, but sorry if they're a little lousy.

Warnings: Potential lazy writing, domestic abuse, non-consented copulating, mentions of child abuse, some mixing of mutual AUs.

a lot of people think that the rose is the family crest of the rosier family, but it is in fact, the narcissus flower. hence why the names narcisse and narcissa are commonly used within the family.

the family motto was: "L’obsession de soi mène à l’isolement et à la destruction." - translation: "self-obsession leads to isolation and destruction", which possibly alludes to the story of Narcissus.

evan was often abused by his father with the cruciatus curse, causing him to suffer from minor mental damage in which there'd be short periods of time where he'd just mentally check out, staring into space for no apparent reason.

sometimes triggers would cause this to happen, especially if evan were to see a red light flash upon his eyes or if he heard the deafening screams of someone in pain.

i think evan would be slightly erythrophobic because the color of the cruciatus curse is canonically described as being red. from what i researched, erythrophobia can be linked to traumatic experiences where the color red was present.

evan suffered from a more physical reaction to the sight of red, which caused him to feel quite nauseous and lightheaded. these symptoms stemmed from the anxiety attacks he would get when his mind recalled the abuse inflicted upon him.

felix rosier was eight years younger than evan, but he was often ignored by rosier senior because of his soft-hearted and "weak-willed" by nature, traits that were not thought to be beneficial to the family's reputation.

evan and felix weren't very close. they were raised apart from each other and never interacted much except for family reunions. many acquaintances of the family actually forgot evan had a brother.

vinda's parents had an overwhelmingly toxic a.k.a "passionate" marriage, with all displays of affection being represented in forms of abuse. glass vases were thrown, daggers cut through the air, curses were targeted at each other (and not always the verbal kind)

their children had been emotionally numbed by the abuse that took place in the rosier household and were never taught how to love properly without the absence of violence and loathing.

at some point vinda's mother even tried to make her husband jealous by engaging in an affair with a wizard she used a love potion on. (...the man most likely disappeared the moment vinda's father found out about the relationship, even if it wasn't consented to by both parties.)

the knife bellatrix lestrange used to kill dobby originally belonged to vinda rosier, but it was gifted to bella shortly before her grandaunt died in the early 1970s.

the earlier members of the lestrange family actually gained their wealth through the help of the rosiers who were much more influential at the time. due to the frequent marriages occurring between the families, a lot of the rosier fortune was inherited by the lestranges in the form of dowries belonging to their brides.

[churami-nakahara]

Lucky Blue Smith as Rosier or Marcellus Sulien Rosier (b.1926)

Short Background; Marcellus was born in 1926, as the heir to parents Edouard Rosier and Amelia Rosier (nee Selwyn).

Marcellus was the younger brother of an older sister named Vinda Rosier.

In 1946 he married Adorabella Clarisse Rosier (nee Lestrange); the two went on to have their oldest son Evan in 1958, with their twins Lycidas "Luci" and Pandora "Dory" Rosier then 9 years after the twins they had their youngest Felix Rosier.

[hogwarts-1930s-1940s]

Q&A

//Before I go back to posting, this blog has received more attention when I was gone so I will be answering any questions you have about any of the characters ((check pinned))

[not-rab]

“what’s your favourite horror movie?”

oh idk maybe when barty’s dad killed evan then barty killed himself so they’d be together in the afterlife

“what’s your favourite horror movie?”

oh idk maybe how evan and barty’s dead bodies are side by side each other on evan’s bed holding hands

“what’s your favourite horror movie?”

oh idk maybe that evan and barty are buried in the same grave instead of in their family plots like their ancestors so they wouldn’t be split up

fic: of his bones by @sophsicle !!

[the-person-that-did-that]

idk I've always seen barty as american

like, the American lawyer moved to England and his disappointing, punk, son who, despite being sent to private school enjoys setting things on fire, is covered in tattoos and piercings and has a boyfriend he obnoxiously makes out with where the neighbours can see, he's convinced his son is only doing it to spite him as his exams are easily passed, but here his son is, blowing smoke into the mouth of that rosier boy who's family is the bad kind, full of dark wizards, green highlights in hair and middle fingers up despite knowing how badly he'll be beaten

[marauders-bs]

personal opinion i think bcj had a twin sister. the girl, named after bcs's sister, and barty were so close they were rarely separated- quite literally never one without the other. barty started showing magic very early and his sister didn't. bcs did think anything of it because he's a misogynist and thinks it's natural for her to develop later because she's obviously dumber.

but then hogwarts time comes, and the crouch's little girl doesn't get a letter. barty does, of course he does, but she doesn't because she doesn't have magic. at all.

bcs is mortified and ends up having his daughter "sent away"- she dies with the people he left her with.

this destroys bcj- he goes to hogwarts only because his mom told him to and sets out to become the biggest disappointment because his sister was better than him but his father gave her away. he meets the rosier twins and vomits once or twice a month until he's about seventeen because he and his sister could've should've been like that but because of bcs they weren't

and thus barty's villain arc begins.

[jamespotterlovesreggie]

Nightmare - A Rosekiller mirco -fic

January promts day 3 . word-count 227

@rosekillermicrofic

TW. Barty Crouch Senior mentions

Barty had started having regular nightmares since he'd come back from his summer at home , They often ended when he'd woken up in cold sweats but he learned to deal with them .

But this one was different his father had yet again been yelling at him about his appearance , His friends but what hurt the most was when his dad started talking about Evan calling him all kinds of horrible names that's when Barty snapped and started yelling at his father .

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT EVAN LIKE THAT "

His father was taken aback by his shouting and got even more mad his face was cherry red now .

" CRUCIO " his father screamed with a deep look of hatred in his eyes.

Barty had started screaming in pain not realising he was screaming out loud , He was awakened by his boyfriend who had now gotten into bed next to him to hold him .

Barty was shaking in fear but he slowly calmed down as Evan stroked his hair.

"You ok bat "

"I'm fine just a nightmare "

"But this one was worse ?" Evan asked with a soft tone .

Barty couldn't bring himself to reply so Evan just held him until he fell asleep .

Evan stayed awake though staring daggers into the ceiling thinking of all the ways he could hurt Barty's dad to get him back for all the ways he hurt the love of his life so many times before.

(sorry that it's not that good i have a bad case of writing block)

[kenzie1alizabeth]

So I’m going into my senior year of high school and tell me why I’m having trouble fighting the urge to make my senior quote “No one ever thinks to look up”

[hanidern]

Fic update: Inaptronym - Chapter 17

chapter summery: Newspaper clippings and exploding potions

Snippet:

As they were slowly meandering their way through the common room, the deep anxiety feeling worked its way deeper into Evan’s stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong. “Okay, what did we do?” Cas hissed, picking up on the same tension that Evan had. The entire common room had stopped to stare at them. As far as Evan knew they hadn’t fucked up anything, there had been no recent parties for them to make a fool out of themselves. Evan and Barty hadn’t stuck their dicks anywhere that would get them in trouble, no double dipping into sets of sisters or cousins. Reg hadn’t started an argument with the wrong person, and Cas hadn’t started a nasty rumour. “What the fuck are you lot staring at?” Barty snarled, teeth bared like a dog. Evan could see his shackles rising, a fight imminent. They didn’t make any more progress through the common room until Evan dragged Barty back by the shirt collar telling him to “Just fucking leave it.”

Read the full chapter here on Ao3

[tanketorskk]

Name anon. I was asking about thom riddle's group,, because I have seen things like valerius and lysander, I like ure choices but was curios !! Love love

Ahhh alright perfect!! I figured that might be the case.

Obviously Tom is a canon name but I do tend to elongate it to Thomas ngl. The muggle factor of his name makes sense given how he’s named after a muggle after all.

Edmund Senior’s name comes from Edmund Junior’s name lol. Edmund seems to be the fandom chosen name tho I do also like the name meaning behind it (Edmund is a masculine name of Old English origin. It receives its meaning from the Old English words ēad, meaning prosperity or riches, and mund, meaning protector.) Edmund Senior especially would like to live up the meaning of his name and I also think this is the kind of name it makes sense for Herschel Avery (his father) to name his son.

Bruce Senior once again comes from Bruce Junior. This is probably the name I’ve got the least thoughts on because the only reason I started using it was because of the general fandom using it for Bruce Junior.

Tiberius was originally named Oliver and we changed that cause we thought it was too “normal”. After all his dad is called Cantankerus so giving him a name that was too normal didn’t make quite sense. Tiberius comes from the second Roman emperor and in this context it represents how Cantankerus had a desperate desire to rise in rank and power, specifically through his son. While the Nott family tries to hide it, they are also the family in the Knights (save for Tom of course) that have the biggest connection to Muggle society, hence why Cantankerus felt the need to come up with the list of the sacred 28 and of course including the Nott family. Tiberius Senior also married a half-blood witch himself (Gladys Alder) which further added to the muggle connection.

Félicien is a name I didn’t have a lot to say about lol, as it was picked by my roleplay partner. It means happy, fortunate and successful which seems somewhat ironic given the character. Though there is also a small connection to the Roman name Felicianus so even if it’s only through the Roman origins of their names there’s a small connection with Félicien and Tiberius lol. I think this name was chosen more with it being more French leaning in mind but of course I don’t know.

There are definitely more wizard-y names in their general generation tho, like Lucernella and Ettiedette Crouch, Rubeline Smoke, Kalfr Cowbell, Spiromine Myrdyrov Carrow, Amphimus Soot Flint, and Hyppolyte and Eglantine Rosier, they’re just not part of the Knights nor characters that I’ve gotten to talk about all that much lol

[bellwood-qudditch]

Casper Crouch

Faceclaim: James Scully

“Husband to Charis Black, father to Bartemius Crouch senior”

December 6th, 1918–February 15th, 1982

[churami-nakahara]

Marcellus Rosier x Adorabella Rosier/BeautifulRose

[theonyxstate]

raccoon barty post!

love the idea of Evan being a murderer and Barty being his super weird cannibal boyfriend he picked up on the road while evading police.

Barty asking Evan for a late night snack and Evan going to a gas station and killing the worker and just to chop off the hands for Barty to munch on while on the road.

Evan takes his victims jewelry as souvenirs, and he gives them for Barty to wear. Barty also likes to wear finger bones as a necklace.

[marauders-bs]

long-ass part 6, you're all welcome @jamie-potters @r0seprincess meadowes kids @im-a-mess-of-a-person

tw: the skittles have parents? idk lmk masterlist

Hermione watched the next memory begin to form and wondered why she'd never seen Dorcas's mother. 

Dorcas was in the summer before her third year, and while her grandparents were awesome people, it did surprise her that her mother, nor her father, had ever made an appearance. Dorcas had mentioned her mother taking off again and leaving her and her grandparents with Astra and Jasper. 

The memory formed fully as Hermione thought, showing Dorcas and Regulus, the latter looking uncomfortable, on a Muggle train. Dorcas looked at home in sunglasses and a giant sweater, joking with the woman next to her, while Regulus looked confused in a Beatles t-shirt. 

They got off somewhere Hermione didn't recongnize, Regulus gripping Dorcas's hand for dear life. She laughed at his discomfort but wasn't mean about it– it was clear at this point that Regulus was basically her little brother, and though Hermione knew someone would make a joke about the two of them being a couple at some point, Hermione remembered the way Dorcas and Marlene acted together and wondered.

"What are we doing?" Regulus hissed, looking around. 

"Visiting Grandma, of course," Dorcas said, tugging him into a Muggle record shop. 

Sure enough, there was Dorcas's grandmother, helping a woman who looked twenty or so find a specific record. Dorcas skipped her over and dragged Regulus to the counter, where she popped herself up and grinned at the two ladies working the registers. "Hi Celosia, hi Isla."

"Hey Dorcas," the girl she'd addressed at Celosia responded, looking up with a smile. "Oh, who's this? Dorcas, do you have a boyfriend?"

"She better not!" a man's voice called from the back. 

Both of them looked affronted. "Absolutely not," they said in unison, causing both girls to double over in laughter. 

"Then whatcha doin' here?" the other, Isla, asked, flipping through a magazine. "Though I wouldn't take my boyfriend where my Gramma worked, either, Cel" was almost an afterthought.

"His birthday's comin' up and his parents don't ever let him listen to music," Dorcas replied, her accent changing almost inperceptively to match Isla's. "It's in three days and we're just back from school."

"Ooh, welcome back," a man said, swinging out from the back with a box in his hands. He transferred the box to one hand to give Dorcas, then Regulus, a one armed-hug. "Let us know if you need anything, yeah? We've missed your wit over the year."

"Yeah, Aspen, sure," Dorcas replied, and Hermione didn't miss the glint in her eyes. "I know the store better than you do, but absolutely."

The employees laughed, but Hermione noticed Regulus, silent, but not the way he usually was. He seemed more in awe, like–

Like a kid would look at a celebrity crush.

Was it possible? He was a Black, but a twelve year old one– not even, not yet. Hermione remembered Sirius saying that his Uncle Alphard had been disowned, and that he had been queer, and she remembered the collage of Voldemort clippings, and the journal she'd found in his room that she'd never told anyone about, the one with poems about messy brown hair and red and gold. She thought of the last memory– the one where Barty had looked at Nasir in the same way. It wasn't impossible, but…

Hermione looked around to see that the memory was spinning already. She wondered why so many of the memories seemed useless, but knowing Dorcas's end– more than ten Death Eaters dead before Voldemort had killed her– maybe the heppy memories from her childhood was what had kept her going.

-

The next began on a bus, too, in outfits similar to the ones they'd been wearing in the memory before. Dorcas and Regulus hopped off in a bustling city– again, not one Hermione recognized– and began walking in a comfortable silence on a dirt road. 

The memory sped to the front of an imposing manor house, large and ornate as the Malfoy Manor and looking no more lived-in. Hermione guessed that it belonged to the Rosiers, the white design matching the twin's hair and skin and eyes and teeth and entire lives, really. It also explained why they'd never had chocolate– two children would have stained the place so fast.

Dorcas stated her name with a smile to the front gate, which performed some kind of face scan on both of them before swinging open. They walked to the front gate, Regulus looking scared and Dorcas looking confused.

"There's no way they actually grew up here," she told him in an undertone. "It doesn't look like there are kids here at all."

"There are three," Regulus muttered back. "It looks like mine."

A house-elf opened the door for them and ushered them the twins' wing, which was absurd to Hermione and evidently to Dorcas as well, though maybe having an entire wing meant something wasn't stark white.

Regulus looked just as white as the staircase as the house-elf took them to the twins' rooms. Hermione thought she understood why– the Rosiers were members of the "sacred twenty-eight" bullshit, so they undoubtedly knew Regulus as his parents' daughter, not their son. She didn't think either of the twins knew–

Wait. Hermione thought of Luna's description of her mum– whimsical, for the most part, if you excuse the prophecies and the potion expiriments– and the way it fit Evan, and wondered if the twins were the same way Regulus was. 

The house elf bowed and moved to stand outside a white, ornate door, which Regulus pushed open with his clothed elbow. 

Evan and Pandora were sitting on the white carpeted floor in between two fancy beds, one decorated in pink frills and bows and the other in a midnight blue, arguing over something in a book. Looking over Pandora's shoulder, Hermione saw a recipe for what looked like the hair-taming potion she'd used her fourth year.

Regulus cleared his thoat, and Evan jumped up to hug him. Dorcas walked over to sit on the bed most likely to be Evan's and sunk against the wall. "Ready to go?"

"How long are we staying again?" Pandora asked, closing the Potions book they'd be arguing over.

"Sunday, August 19," Regulus replied. "Two days after your birthday. Do you guys have any Muggle clothes?"

"Not any from this millennium," Pandora said. "Cas?"

Dorcas sighed. "This is what I get for having good magic, yeah?"

Hermione was barely surprised when she gave Pandora and Evan similar outfits– jeans, collared shirt, checkered vest– with no wand and no visible magic. "Are you packed?" Dorcas asked.

"We've been packed," Evan said. "I love your house."

"Reg, go ahead and take them out," Dorcas said. "I'll let your parents know."

"Change first," Evan reminded her as the three of them left.

The house elf was still waiting outside the door as Dorcas left, and she didn't comment as Dorcas changed her outfit to robes and her gorgeous decorative braids to simple curls. Though Hermione could see through the simple illusion, there was no denying its power. Dorcas was probably thirteen at the oldest, but not even her or Harry or Ron could cast an illusion that powerful, and certainly not without a wand.

The twins' parents looked just like them– their mother was pale with white-blonde hair just like Fleur Delacour, and their father looked like he could have been her brother but with dark hair, which grossed Hermione out because it was possible. She knew Regulus and Sirius's parents were cousins– like, blood cousins– so the idea of Lord and Lady Rosier being directly related wasn't far-fetched.

The house-elf bowed upon entering yet another fancy room, announcing Dorcas's presence.

"Lord Rosier," Dorcas said politely, keeping her head down. Hermione could tell what she did was rehearsed and realized that the elder Rosiers were likely racist. "Pandora and Evandor are going to my house. We will bring them back August ninteenth, which is the Saturday after their birthday."

"Fine," Lord Rosier replied, not looking up from his work. "You're dismissed, Darla."

Dorcas didn't correct him, which surprised Hermione. She hadn't known that she could be this– submissive. Though the expierience with Isla and Celosia and her accent changing should've clued Hermione in to her chameleon-like abilities.

Once she made it off the property and back to Regulus, Pandora, and Evan, she let the illusion go and was back in Muggle clothing and braids.

"Wait," Evan said. "Where's Felix?"

"He's– oh, damn, he's staying with them," Pandora replied. 

Dorcas sighed and turned to the house elf with a soft smile Hermione had seen her use with Astra and her other siblings. "Would you get the young Felix, please?"

The house elf nodded and was back in a couple of minutes.

Little Felix Rosier was nine at the oldest. His hair was two-toned– most of it black but shot through with pale blond like a forty-year-old with salt and pepper hair. He latched on to Evan quickly, and Dorcas changed his little robes into little jeans and a little t-shirt.

The memory skipped, reminding Hermione of a hiccup, and then they were in a taxi. The driver was joking with Dorcas about something or another before they were let out at a fancy house.

"This place is real nice," the driver said. "You live here, girly? Or a boyfriend?"

Dorcas shuddered, presumably at the idea of dating Barty, which Hermione understood. "Friend," she said firmly. She handed him the fare and led Regulus and the three Rosiers into the house.

This one was just as tidy and immpeccable as the Rosiers, but not as white. It looked more comfortable but no more liveable, so Hermione assumed it was the Crouch's.

"Miss Meadowes!" a woman who looked remarkably like Barty said, pulling gloves off to give her a hug, then hugging Pandora and Evan and crouching to shake Felix's hand. "He should be in his room– Winky! Please show these four to Barty's room."

The twins, Regulus, and Felix followed a very familiar house-elf to Barty's room, leaving Dorcas with Mrs Crouch.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind I kept you here," she said, her voice and smile dropping at the same time. "I just can't stand to be around twins anymore since the horrible accident with my daughter, Ilaria– I assume Junior's told you about it?"

"Accident?" Dorcas said, but that wasn't Hermione's question. Who was Ilaria, and why would that mean Mrs Crouch didn't like twins?"

"Yes, the accident. We sent Ilaria, Junior's twin, to an acadamy to cure her of her magic-less disease, but there was an accident and she passed away. He hasn't quite been the same since– it happened about two weeks after their birthday, after all."

"That's horrible," Dorcas said, and the two continued to make small talk.

"That's why he hated his father," Harry said.

"No," Ron said. "Ilaria's 'magic-less disease'– she must have been a Squib, which means Mr Crouch probably had her killed. That's�� why he hated him– he had good reason to."

The Rosiers and Regulus reappeared with Barty in tow. He was dressed as a Muggle and had a suitcase rolling behind him.

"Alright," Mrs Crouch said, smile firmly back in place. "Call me on your birthday, Junior. You get back on August ninteenth, correct?"

"Yup," he replied, looking energized.

"Your father will be home in about two hours, so I'd head out now. Have fun, all of you!"

"Wow," Pandora said, looking at Barty as Dorcas hailed a cab. "I had no idea you had a good mother."

"It's just you," Regulus said quietly, but they all heard it and laughed. Felix, who had been running laps around their group, looked up at Pandora with a pleading look until she crouched down to give him a piggyback ride.

"Where's his suitcase?" Barty asked Pandora, who sent a panicked look at Dorcas.

"He can share with Ari," Dorcas said before leaning through the window of a cab that had just pulled up.

After another time jump, Dorcas was following the Rosiers and Regulus up the street to her house, Barty beside her.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," Dorcas began in a low voice, "But your mother told me about your sister."

"What did she say?"

"That she passed, that she didn't have magic, that your father sent her to some kind of camp, and that her name was Ilaria."

"Did she tell you that Ria was my best friend? Did she say that my father decided that he refused to have a Squib for a daughter and had her killed? Did she tell you how she did nothing to stop it even though I was beaten until I was black and blue for trying to save her?"

"There he is," Harry murmered. Hermione turned a surprised look on him, but Dorcas spoke before she could.

"No," Dorcas said. "But you're brave, so she would've been too. None of that suprises me."

There must have been some kind of notification wards up on the Meadowes property, because once they stepped onto the grass, the four younger Meadowes came sprinting across the lawn. Ari jumped on Pandora, who hugged him before he got distracted with Felix's existance. Jasper found Barty immidiately, grabbing his hand and leading him into the garden. Dorcas's grandparents grabbed the luggage and waved off Dorcas's protests to let them go play in the yard.

The memory faded to a sunshine yellow color as the five Meadowes and Dorcas's friends yelled and played, screaming as they discovered that it was Regulus's twelfth birthday and he hadn't told anyone.

-

The next memory began before the sun was up in the woods behind Dorcas's house. All five of them were there, but none of the younger ones. Pandora was holding a knife and they were standing in a perfect circle.

"We're sure?" Evan asked. "I might accidentally call one of you guys after a prophecy."

"We can have up-to-date information about what's about to happen," Barty said with a shrug. Evan smiled at him.

Hermione had no idea what was going on until Pandora drug the knife across her palm, not reacting to the pain.

This was a type of magic that very few people could pull off. It would give all five of them- and there had to be five- a kind of soul bond. If one of them was dying, whoever was closest would be summoned. It didn't work for the killing curse or if there were anti-Apparition charms. She remembered seeing an article about Barty Crouch Jr, the older version of the kid standing in front of her, being found cradling the dead body of Evan Rosier. She'd never understood how he'd made it to Rosier Manor, but she got it now. He must have been the only one not to die alone.

Pandora passed the knife to Regulus, who barely blinked as he dug it into his hand. Evan reacted the same way, Barty as well. Dorcas didn't either, though Hermione expected it was concentration so she didn't heal over her hand.

They held out their left hands in a circle and began to recite the same words in a monotone, all five concentrating. 

Hermione looked to Ron and Harry. Both looked so confused Hermione almost told them what was going on.

Almost.

There was no sign of the spell functioning as it should when all five pulled their hands away, but Barty's disembodied voice rung through the memory.

"Did it work?"

Dorcas jumped. "Jesus, Crouch, you can't just start talking inside my head."

"I worked," Pandora confirmed with a smile. 

The five of them grinned at each other and began to speak meaninglessly. 

"What?" Harry asked, turning to Hermione.

"Blood pact," Hermione answered. "Powerful bit of magic, can't be done with a wand, needs exactly five people. They're bound for life now."

[mywifeisaworm]

Headcanon

Barty's mum was young.

Anne was young when she got pregnant, too young, some said, when she met Bartemius Crouch. But he was well educated, proper, and shared her love for photography.

The marriage between Anne Fawley and Barty Crouch, later dubbed Senior as to not be confused with his son, was one of the fastest upper class wizarding society had seen.

He loved Anne more than life itself and promised to care for her and her boy as if he were his own. Bartemius kept his promise.

But as the years went by, he found it hard to live with the lie. Hard to look at the boy he knew wasn't his. So he delved into work. Earn, provide, and elevate himself while he was at it.

And when everything was at its darkest, dark forces demanding him to be ruthless, make the impossible sacrifices, he would sometimes look at that photo he took of them, summer of 1963.

Back when he was still full of promises.

Illustration from evan rosier and the unbearable weight of his own decisions

[leeny-leens]

can't stop thinking Abt Barty and Reader who were childhood best friends but as usual, Senior has to ruin every good thing Barty has, and they get engaged the summer before they go to Hogwarts. It doesn't affect them much at that point, they're children after all and it's their duty as purebloods to marry anyway. They think it's better if it's each other and not some random person they can't stand.

When they get to Hogwarts however, things change drastically for the worse, with Barty growing distant everyday until finally, it's like you'd never been friends in the first place.

He hates the engagement and is dead set on ruining it for his father because how dare he try to ruin the one good thing he had in his life by taking it and making it fit into his ideals? In his twisted logic, abandoning and hurting you is equal to getting back at his father and refusing his control.

Of course he doesn't tell you that, because Barty is the king of keeping shit bottled up, and you're left ghosting around Hogwarts wondering where the boy you love had gone and who this person wearing his face and name is.

It's even more painful to watch the boy you've loved all your life fall in love with someone who isn't you; his best friend (a title that had once been yours) Evan Rosier is the one who holds his heart.

That doesn't keep Barty from seeking you out on occasion, when the both of you are alone and you can for a moment abandon all the restrictions and stuffy standards that look over you, tension crackles like lightning between you. The air is heavy with all the words left unspoken, and there are moments when the heat is too much to bear until you find yourself entangled in one another.

As much hope as those moments give you, they're fleeting and insignificant, because Barty goes right back to ignoring your existence the next morning, as if he hadn't been whispering sickly sweet nothings into your ear the night before when he took you to your room.