King of Slytherin

Crowley manages to keep his poker face in place as the ministry takes a vote. He’s so close to victory he can taste it. As they tally the votes he can hear minor protesting but a majority vote in his favor- probably to get this done and over with. The votes are complete and it takes every ounce of control to not smile.

“As you can see, we will grant you full custody of Mr. Barnes. He must be with you at all times when not in his own room or the classroom and any trips must be supervised by you as well. Is this understood?”

“Clearly.” He responds as he looks at Bucky. “I have an extra room off of my office, that will be where Mr. Barnes resides. I will make sure he’s kept under complete control and abides by all rules.”

Each vote that rang out seemed like a bell toll of death. Not even the few that voted against the idea were enough to comfort Bucky as he knew it wouldn’t change the outcome. Something about the Slytherin next to him triggered a sense of unease that he couldn’t get rid of.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Crowley’s mouth. “Just rumors, I assure you. As you are all well aware, nothing has come of the investigation and the accusations were set forth by the same professor who attempted to kill a student. I’m completely innocent and I urge you to allow me to help this poor unfortunate soul. He’s clearly in need of guidance, guidance I can give.”

Something in the tone of the Potion Professor’s voice caused a bolt of unease to thrum through the brunet. He glanced up at the other yet Crowley’s attention was completely focused on the ministry. 

“As you can see, we will grant you full custody of Mr. Barnes. He must be with you at all times when not in his own room or the classroom and any trips must be supervised by you as well. Is this understood?”

humangoblin:

Having spent many of his formative years in a society where his genetic differences made him an outcast, Spock had learned to grow metaphorical thick skin.  He would not let Crowley’s comments on his characters illicit an emotional reaction in him.  If anything, that was likely the man’s goal, to find a weakness in Spock’s resolve.

That did not mean he would leave before the man’s words were clear.  “’Expected’, sir?  Why is that?”

Crowley’s brows lift with insincere confusion. “Hm? Oh. I just meant that it’s not surprising that your paranoia and ego would get in the way of your studies. You’ aren’t the first and you won’t be the last. Now do skitter along, I’m sure you have important work to do.”

Paranoia, possibly.  Ego, unlikely.  Pride, thankfully not as much as Crowley had.  A human, perhaps, would have remained and defended himself, but Spock was no fool.  He could see that Crowley was attempting to lure him back, but he had been given a dismissal he would not pass up.  It was not safe here.

humangoblin:

Spock frowned as he stood up boldly.  “No, sir, I do not.  Scientists do not share incomplete findings for multiple reasons from concern of theft to a matter of pride.  I am not required to report my research to you.”  A part of the Vulcan wanted to walk out, but he knew he was already treading a line with regard to how he was speaking to Professor Crowley.

“If you would prefer time to look over the lesson proposals, that is acceptable, but I have other matters to attend to.”

“So which is it for you? I’m leaning more towards paranoia which is quite disappointing. You do realize that sometimes work can be shared to gather another viewpoint, don’t you? Instead you let your paranoia limit you. Shameful really.” He reclines back in his seat and taps his fingers on the arm of his chair. “But I suppose that is to be expected. Yes. Leave the lesson proposals with me. Come back in a week then and we’ll talk some more.” 

Having spent many of his formative years in a society where his genetic differences made him an outcast, Spock had learned to grow metaphorical thick skin.  He would not let Crowley’s comments on his characters illicit an emotional reaction in him.  If anything, that was likely the man’s goal, to find a weakness in Spock’s resolve.

The room was filled with the murmured comments from the members of the Wizengamot. On the floor, in front of the fifty members, was a singular chair facing them that Bucky sat in. The Huffelpuff felt uneasy as he waited for the session to start; his posture ridged with anticipation.

The loud click of the door silenced the group as the Chief Warlock stepped into the room, his purple robes trailing behind him. “We are now in session.” The man announced as he took his seat. “James Barnes. You are here before the Wizengamot to decide your guardianship. You are still a minor and are too dangerous to be left alone. Before we start, is there anyone you would like to present as a possible guardian?”

The soldier swallowed hard as his gaze dropped to the intricately decorated marble floor. There was nobody he could think of yet he was reluctant to leave his fate in the hands of strangers who had a grudge against him. After a few moments of silence he exhaled softly. “No. I don’t.”

The room was filled with the murmured comments from the members of the Wizengamot. On the floor, in front of the fifty members, was a singular chair facing them that Bucky sat in. The Huffelpuff felt uneasy as he waited for the session to start; his posture ridged with anticipation.

The loud click of the door silenced the group as the Chief Warlock stepped into the room, his purple robes trailing behind him. “We are now in session.” The man announced as he took his seat. “James Barnes. You are here before the Wizengamot to decide your guardianship. You are still a minor and are too dangerous to be left alone. Before we start, is there anyone you would like to present as a possible guardian?”

The soldier swallowed hard as his gaze dropped to the intricately decorated marble floor. There was nobody he could think of yet he was reluctant to leave his fate in the hands of strangers who had a grudge against him. After a few moments of silence he exhaled softly. “No. I don’t.”

humangoblin:

Spock nodded.  “Of course, sir, I am aware; however you must also understand that I am not required to share any of my findings.” He countered, forced to be more aggressive in his refusals.  He could not let anyone get their hands on his work, especially Crowley who was beginning to make him uncomfortable.

“No, I suppose you’re not.” He agrees mildly as he peaks his fingers. “But your reluctance makes me wonder why you say you haven’t found anything of interest. If that were the case, well, I don’t think you’d be protesting so much. Of course that would make it quite concerning to staff.” He lifts a brow. “Don’t you agree?”

Spock frowned as he stood up boldly.  “No, sir, I do not.  Scientists do not share incomplete findings for multiple reasons from concern of theft to a matter of pride.  I am not required to report my research to you.”  A part of the Vulcan wanted to walk out, but he knew he was already treading a line with regard to how he was speaking to Professor Crowley.

humangoblin:

Spock is uncomfortable with Crowley.  He had no issues with the professor whilst taking his course as there was no need for one-on-one interaction, but alone, the man comes off as incredibly manipulative and selfish.  This did not bode well for him.

“I must decline your offer, sir.  However, I assure you, my work is incomplete and offers no interesting work thus far.”

Crowley folds his hands and looks at Spock silently for a long moment- studying him closely. Finally he smiles and leans forward a bit. “Incomplete or not, I believe I’ll judge for myself if there’s anything of interest. Come now, why so reluctant? I am a member of the staff you know.”

slytherinfromeden:

“Well,” Lucifer drew the word out into a singsong like he was seriously thinking about it. “Humanity is irritating. But no, I’m fond of thumbs, thanks.” Idly Lucifer had begun swirling his glass, letting the firewhiskey slosh almost to the rim before gravity pulled it back. “It was the idea of permanency. If I could figure out a way to turn someone into an animal without it wearing off, what else could I do? Could I give myself an extra arm for the rest of my life? Make myself glow in the dark? Live forever?” He shrugged and let the possibilities hang.

Crowley lets out a hum of consideration. “Fascinating.” Of course the last catches his attention. Living forever was the reason for going after the Philosopher stone after all. “Any luck in your research? Or are you still in the early stages of research?”

slytherinfromeden:

“Well,” Lucifer drew the word out into a singsong like he was seriously thinking about it. “Humanity is irritating. But no, I’m fond of thumbs, thanks.” Idly Lucifer had begun swirling his glass, letting the firewhiskey slosh almost to the rim before gravity pulled it back. “It was the idea of permanency. If I could figure out a way to turn someone into an animal without it wearing off, what else could I do? Could I give myself an extra arm for the rest of my life? Make myself glow in the dark? Live forever?” He shrugged and let the possibilities hang.

Crowley lets out a hum of consideration. “Fascinating.” Of course the last catches his attention. Living forever was the reason for going after the Philosopher stone after all. “Any luck in your research? Or are you still in the early stages of research?”

The toll of the clock tower bell drew a curse from Bucky and he picked up his pace from a walk to a sprint. He had plans to meet Steve, Derek, and Tony at the library and it was clear he’d be late. He dodged other students, raced up the staircase and past Professor Crowley near the entrance of the library before he spotted the trio at a table near the back. The soldier slowed to a walk to catch his breath as he wove around the other obstacles until a book suddenly dropped from above to land at his feet.

A glance around showed no other students nor staff so h he picked it up to set it on a table yet the moment his fingers brushed the cover, the environment around him shifted; a sensation that twisted his gut uncomfortably.

Once the sensation settled, he realized rather quickly that he wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. In front of him was a quaint village with a small amount of people wandering around. He turned his head to look back and was greeted with the sight of a lush green field. And he…. was in a blue dress. With an apron. “Wha-”

“Bonjour!” Before the Hufflepuff could even comprehend the greeting, four other townspeople joined in with the same greeting in a melodic tone. Pale eyes narrowed at the sound of music that filled the air but a glance around didn’t reveal the source of it.

A man with a tray of bread crossed in front of him while he looked at the younger man expectantly. Bucky stared at him for a long moment before it became clear what the other was waiting for and he shook his head in a negative.

“….I’m not singing.”

“Good morning, Belle!” came the chirped reply.

“It’s Bucky.” 

“And where are you off to today?”

“I… I don’t even know where I am-”

“That’s nice. MARIE! THE BAGUETTES! HURRY UP!” The baker turned away to shout at his wife through the window of a nearby building and Bucky silently continued on his way past a crowd gathered near his side of the street.

“Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question. Dazed and distracted can’t you tell?”

It took every ounce of willpower not to turn back toward the singing townspeople to argue that one, he’s not this Belle girl and two he seemed dazed and distracted because he had just fallen into a goddamn fairy tale and everyone here was the opposite of helpful. Instead the brunet just took a deep breath and kept walking away from the cluster. He had to find some way out of this mess.

“Never part of any crowd-”

“Stop.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“'Cause her head’s up on some cloud.” “Just stop.” “No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle!”

“Bucky. It’s Bucky.” Fingers dragged through his hair only to hit a bow in the back and he stopped walking as he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the impending headache he could feel approaching.

This wasn’t a fairy tale. This was hell.

Derek was sitting at a table in the library with Steve and Tony trying to ignore how disgustingly affectionate they were with each other. He was tracking Bucky’s heartbeat to pass the time until he arrived to the library. He was excited to see Bucky and get some studying done. He was in the middle of mentally lining up the classes he needed to study for when Bucky’s heartbeat suddenly went missing. Derek sat up fully and between one blink and the next he was in a different place by himself entirely. The scents were all new and it seemed to be a part of the castle he had never been in. Derek stood up to find he was not as human as he felt. He looked down at his hands and froze.

They were very animalistic.

“Oh Monsieur!” cooes a woman as she and two bimbos who look exactly like her dash up to him. “Oh how we have missed you!” He’s about to say something to get the clingy harpies away when singing catches his attention. He sees the source of the commotion and chuckles. There’s his soldier decked out in a dress and styled hair.