Walker Avery

Date: September 14,1978 Time: 3:10pm Location: Outside the Leaky Cauldron 

The things mudbloods say. Little piglets, they are, running their mouths, all proud of their magic like it’s some kind of special. Fuckers don’t even know how to use a wand properly, do they? Never even knew wands existed until they turned eleven. They didn’t deserve to be considered magical just because they could steal wands and wave them around like batons, doing nothing more than shooting little sparks from the tips. Their feeble attempts were laughable at best. Red hated the whole lot of them and he was growing impatient with their constancy. If it were up to him, he’d round the lot of them up and shove them in an oven. Cook them nice and proper. Well done and burnt to a crisp, just how he liked his steak.

Red sat on a bench outside the Leaky Cauldron in the Muggle part of London. He had one leg crossed over the other and was leaning back against the bench, one arm bent up against the back. His other hand held a lit cigarette that he continuously brought to his lips to deeply inhale. He was observing the kind of people heading into his favorite pub, undoubtedly going right on through to Diagon Alley. It was too early for a pint for most people. Red had already had four of his own when he had decided to people watch instead. Little bastards were so damn interesting to listen to. He could immediately pick the mudbloods from the rest of them. The way they walked was different. The way they talked was different. The way they fucking moved was different. It was amusing, really, but mostly it was just frustrating as hell because Red had to sit there and watch them. He supposed it was good to exercise a bit of self control, as he had so lacked it thus far in the war, but dear Merlin. It was grating on him.

There had even been a few people that walked by who double took, looking at him as though they knew him. A couple even greeted him but Red promptly flipped them off with a harsh ‘fuck you’ before the things scurried on their ways through the pub, shooting hurt or agitated looks towards him. He couldn’t be arsed to deal with the likes of Gavin’s friends or acquaintances or whatever the hell they were. The fucker associated with a bunch of pussies and faggots who couldn’t see the truth in the world. The whole system of the wizarding community was fucked and Red would make sure anyone who thought otherwise would see it. 

The man stamped out his cigarette on the seat of the bench and flicked the butt aside. He was going to grab himself another pint before heading out to Muggle London in search of a fine little bitch to play with. He stood to make his way in when a young man came walking towards him out of the corner of his eye. Red, being the curious fuck that he was, paused before opening the door to glance over.

He still preferred to take them out with his bare hands if the Dark Lord didn't have anything to say about it. But his determination and ambition should never be mistaken for loyalty. He only did what he had to do to get by. It a tough, kill-or-be-killed world out there, and he didn't want to be at the end of someone's wand, especially someone rising to power.  Although he fought for the Dark Lord's cause, he would go into hiding as soon as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lost his leverage on everyone else. He valued self-preservation above all else, and any threat to it wasn't something he took lightly.

The Leaky Cauldron seemed like a good place to clear his head. Walker made his way over there drowsily. Like a zombie in search for brains, he dragged his feet on the ground; one step after the other in a lazy manner. His eyes were blood shot from trying to become sober with his morning's coffee. Perhaps it was because he didn't get enough of it. Merlin knows an unfinished pot sits by the machine on the island table. 

Walker was never fond of these devastating uneventful days. He preferred action above all else, otherwise he'd have nothing better to do than to occupy a cubicle at a bar and drink to his heart's content. Due to years of lackadaisical days as these, he had grown a strong stamina for missions or 'errands' the Dark Lord bestowed upon him. It was an equivalent plus that he held no remorse for his kills, seeing them as a task that needed to be done. That, and it was such a joy to rip out a person and figure out his or her anatomy. It never really mattered who it was or when he had to do it. He would never pick his victims and enjoy treasure every single kill in his heart. If only Hogwarts taught more of the human anatomy, and how to mutilate it. He'd probably have O's on his OWLs, maybe even pursue a NEWT level on the subject. 

Ravenclaw:

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Millicent walked through the scene, her coat collar turned up against the cool autumn breeze. She hated this time of year, it meant that her birthday was around the corner and that she would be another year older, and that another year slipped by without her getting any closer to being Minister. Each day that ticked by she could feel herself getting older and she detested it. Her eyes scanned over the street where she was working, some bloke had thought it would be fun to try and sell modified tea kettles that exploded when opened and was moronic enough to demonstrate it for one of his consumers. He had been shipped off to St. Mongo’s and now all there was for her to do was make sure that there were no left over shreds of china for people to get ideas from. 

As the day ended she signed the last pieces of paper before she made he way back to her apartment so she could catch up on whatever work she missed by being out in the field. As she passed a small park she noticed a familiar figure laying on one of  the benches. A small smirk played over her lips, maybe today would be productive after all. Walker Avery was not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley, but he knew things that Millie needed to know.

Father’s mudblood ties have been severed, and grandmum simply forgot that her daughter eloped with some inferior-blood scum. All was well with the world. Except….that wasn’t the last of them. There were more, and he would make it his life’s mission to be rid of them all for his lord and himself. If one decided to put her life at risk, then so be it. He’ll have the time of his life hearing her squeal like a mouse.

He kept the up the image of the Death Eaters’ weakest link, making sure that everyone thought of him as the idiot of a bloke who couldn’t last a day without alcohol in his system. It seemed to be working out in his favor judging from the way she was looking at him right now. Contrary to popular belief, Walker could expertly hold down his liquor from years of practice. But he did had an arrogant ego that exceeded his capabilities, and one day that just might lead to his downfall.

He kept the up the image of the Death Eaters’ weakest link, making sure that everyone thought of him as the idiot of a bloke who couldn’t last a day without alcohol in his system. It seemed to be working out in his favor judging from the way she was looking at him right now. Contrary to popular belief, Walker could expertly hold down his liquor from years of practice. But he did had an arrogant ego that exceeded his capabilities, and one day that just might lead to his downfall.

“If you don’t mind sharing.”

Walker smiled up at her as he transfigured two pebbles into wine glasses. He poured them both a glass and clanked them together before handing one to her. His movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. He wouldn’t admit it, but he may have had just a wee too much to drink over the few hours on an empty stomach. With enough effort, he could keep his mind clear. She wouldn’t be getting anything out of him tonight. But the dazed, foggy look in his eyes said otherwise.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? 2. Are you outgoing or shy? 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? 4. Are you easy to get along with? 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

With little to do during the evening, and trying to keep a low profile during the current time, Barty found himself sitting within a bar, trying to play spider solitaire using a deck of cards with a death motif written all over them. His mannerisms were relaxed, with just the slightest of smiles playing on his lips. An idle expression really, something he rarely did when he wasn’t tense. It was typically a reflex.

The night before had been a sorry attempt to assuage his crescive loneliness, take the edge off his stiffening boredom. People tired Joshua easily, drained him with their incompetence so easily that a few hours in a pub was all it took to relish the bond he’d made with his familiar friend, isolation. The pub had been packed and promising as they often were, filled with broken and flirtatious people, Joshua’s favorite brand.

He’d sauntered into the joint very late, zero ill intention. Only desire under his belt was to spare himself sobriety for an hour or two in an establishment which encouraged it. And so Joshua threw a few shots of muggle rum down his throat, scolding it for the greater good. Pain for pleasure seemed like a fair exchange and Merlin, that particular muggle rum was deliciously bitter. Had a way of messing with him, making the people around him seem even more appealing than when he first walked in. Of course he would never act on it. Very few could ever reach his standards of what was considered truly attractive.

He drank until his eyes found someone suitable enough for his attention. A young face slightly too familiar and far too pretty to ignore. The kid could drink like a champ, far gone and certainly not making it to his home any time soon. Joshua had half a mind to take advantage entirely when his realization kicked in. The other boy was no stranger. He was the ambitious Walker Avery, two years his junior and from his own house of Slytherin. Joshua had grinned to himself, eyes glistening with drunkenness and unexpected fondness. The boy had been similar to Joshua in school, seemingly at least. Never seemed to take education seriously. Spoiled to a tee but stylish. And Joshua could appreciate that.

He had been about to make his way over to him when suddenly a very beautiful girl kneed Walker Avery in his groin. Joshua’s movement stilled. What the bloody fuck crawled and died up her arse? Cold bitch. Joshua pressed his lips together and decided he should at least go and try to comfort Walker after that blow.

However what Joshua saw next caused him to change his mind. Walker suddenly lurched forward, vomited all over the ground and then passed out top of it. Joshua’s jaw dropped, body frozen in horror. All he could do was blink his eyes in shock.

Joshua felt his own insides stir and had to squeeze his eyes shut. Oh my God he thought the phrase to himself. (Muggles, they had a thing for “God.”) Walker was a beautiful man but what Joshua had just seen… Ugh. Joshua gripped his stomach tight and whereas he could normally hold his liquor very, very well… he couldn’t after what he’d just witnessed. He keeled forward to let it all out as silently as he could.

Apparently vomiting on this pub was an okay thing to do. Okay, whatever. Joshua surely couldn’t be bothered to even look at it, let alone clean it, before apparating away in embarrassment. FUCK IF ANYONE SAW HIM HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT TO IT.

The next morning Joshua felt angry at himself for the previous night’s behavior, but moreover he felt an inkling of concern for Walker Avery. He’d spent several hours bathing and scrubbing and lotioning himself clean and comfortable before he decided to pay a visit to Walker.

It wasn’t until he was rapping on Walker’s door when Joshua realized how bloody starving he was. He’d completely forgotten to eat and oh… oh GOD… his head. It hurt like nothing else in this world.

His expression had fallen with discomfort when the door flew open and before him stood an overall nude Walker Avery. Joshua’s jaw dropped once again, body frozen all over again.

"Are you having a midlife crises or somethin?!” He blurted out angrily before pushing in past the boy. “Please tell me you have vegetables in your house. A man needs to eat! I’m so hungry and how is your penis?”

He supposed a large cup of coffee would do him good. Sauntering past the dark haired boy, he started the coffee machine and sniffed at the delicious aroma. It didn’t occur to him that there was a large man raiding his cupboards or that the door was left ajar. Heck, the mere fact that he was one article of clothing away from going starkers didn’t phase him so long as he had his morning coffee. At least he didn’t have a morning wood or anything of the sort. That definitely would have scared Joshua off. 

The familiar click and a green light flashing signified that the brew was ready. Green was such a gorgeous color. If he had had a choice of Slytherin’s house colors, he wouldn’t change anything at all. It was one thing to have his flat resemble the Slytherin house, it was another to have an addiction to the color. It would be nice to have a green cup of coffee, he thought to himself. But then that would mean that there was either something wrong with it, or he accidentally placed tea leaves into the press. 

He poured a generous amount into his large mug and sipped at it greedily like it was the elixir of life. Never had he been with any drink comparable to coffee until firewhiskey. But the alcohol held terrible side effects that eventually wasn’t worth the savory drink that was coffee. As he got his head cleared up, he started to feel the breeze down his nether regions. Looking down, he finally realized that he had forgotten to put on a fresh set of clothes. He pursed his lips and continued downing his drink anyway. He had no problem with his figure, and anyone who dared to criticize him will get hexed to oblivion. 

He had only begun to lean on the island when he noticed a bum sticking out. There seems to be a man on all fours assaulting the vast collection of packed goods. The door still refused to shut against the air conditioning, so he stepped over the stranger to go and close it himself. Mind you, it was much of a stride even with Walker’s long legs. The man was rather big to begin with. 

As he shut the door, he remembered why he had opened it the first place. Joshua Yaxley merely barged in like any muggle and decided that he was in need of vegetables. Perhaps he was on a diet. He wasn’t in very good shape; fit in some areas but saggy in others. Walker vaguely remembered what the man had said to him before he pushed his way in. Crises….Nope. His resources were too bountiful to be anything but in crisis. He had money to burn and boy was reveling in the heat. 

“Is there a particular reason why you’re on all fours, searching for vegetables? And while you’re at it, can you please tell me why you didn’t apparate yourself in like a sane person?” Come to think of it, a sane person would check a house’s inhabitants for indecencies out of politeness, but Walker had never been accustomed to pleasantries. He got what he wanted when he wanted them. Right now, he needed to satiate his curiosity.