gus

“Oh, piss off,” the beater clearly couldn’t hide the fact that he was feeling fresh, and neither the sunglasses nor the tea had really managed to help at all. Alright, maybe the tea helped for a while, but the sunlight had managed to ruin that the moment he stepped outside of Ned’s. “Remember that time you forgot about our brunch, because it was and I quote : Baz’s birthday?” What a pitiful excuse.

“I did, I betrayed myself,” he complained, collapsing into the seat opposite Gus’. At least, there was comfort knowing they would not stumble into other wizards here. “But Weasley’s responsible for some of it,” 99% of it, truly. Wasn’t he the one who insisted they finished that bottle, and then eat the pumpkin bits that soaked in there. “Actually, the pumpkins did it.“ He grumbled, running a hand over his face. “You look good anyway. That’s a new shirt? It’s nice.” anything to change the subject.

He blew his friend a kiss, always far too happy to make someone else’s hangover worse, but .... it was Ludo, and that meant that Augustus was legally obligated to ease up on him just a little. “You’re going to compare this to a time I rightfully chose getting laid over getting fed?” he asked, though, despite himself, only to find himself laughing a beat later. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. We’re even.”

Gus didn’t hesitate in the doorway very long, not even as he knocked – personally, he hated that sort of behavior, the lingering; it was unnecessary. He knocked, stepping through a beat later, a small stack of parchment clasped in his fingers. “One of the secretaries is suffering a case of the stupid this week, it seems,” was his greeting of choice, offering a sliver of a smile in his irritation. “left a stack of things intended for you in my inbox. I could understand if it was the R-O that got her .... if it weren’t for the fact you’re very evidently Lestrange and not Rookwood.” At this he finally laughed, a seemingly more earnest grin in place now. “Got anything for me, or is this just the beginning of a messy week?”

“the fuck happened to you?” he couldn’t help asking as the self proclaimed ever-professional athlete came his way, a chuckle joining the unavoidable question. “you look shit, and you’re late. I can’t believe this. don’t you love me anymore? what if i was starving?? I ordered for you, you’ll have to live with that.” 

closed . / @rookwccds​

            ❝   now  ,  don’t   lie  to  me  ,  rookwood .  ❞    rosalind  has  her  hands  balanced  on  the  sides  of  her  hips  as  she  sizes  the  man  before  her  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  shortest  of  the  pair  .  lips  are  puckered  into  a  sarcastic  grimace ,  only  humming  when  she’s  right  in  front  of  him  .   ❝  i  could’ve  sworn  that  you  at  the  hallowe’en  party  last  night  -  i  swear !   sure  ,  i  might  have  arrived  a  bit  …  not  together  ,  but  i  wouldn’t  have  imagined  it  .  ❞       

he’s having too much fun with this, really he is; with a pulled on ‘whatever do you mean’ demeanor, it’s more than gus can do to stop himself adding the hand over his chest. “who’s lying, ros? this is me, it’s gus. there was a party. of course i was there. what, you think you just get to scamper off and have fun without me, not hardly.” but the scoff he gave was just as put-on as the confusion, and he laughed in earnest a beat later. “I don’t know, you have to be several sheets to the wind to think i’d miss one like that.”

— was that AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of being the smartest guy in the room and waiting for other brains to catch up, permanently; the smell of sulfur paired with rolling eyes; an unadulterated thirst for knowledge; an uncompassionate and sometimes downright brutal need to be on top, whether or not that means stepping on friends to get there; because what even are friends? - you only have three anyways, which i suppose seems to fit that RAVENCLAW. they’re actually pretty SECRETIVE, ACERBIC, and CHAMELEONIC for a TWENTY-NINE year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as an UNSPEAKABLE in the DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES. have you heard that rumor has it that that PUREBLOOD is an UNMARKED DEATH EATER? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. –