#barty001

Who: Liza and @barty-jrouch​

Betrothals were a thing that Liza had grown up with, and was someone she had known was always coming. Evan refusing to even consider getting married had really worked in her favour, since Liza had used his refusal as a reason to refuse herself. Of course, she knew she had to be careful. Her parents could so easily just marry her off to some random pureblood man that she didn’t know. Liza didn’t want what. She hardly wanted to be married, and certainly not to a man that was going to expect an obedient, stay at home wife. That was not Liza, and she was actually quite happy when her parents had managed to arrange a betrothal with Barty Crouch. Sure she didn’t want to get married, but at least she knew him, and Barty wasn’t too bad.

She suspected from the outside this seemed like some sort of date. But Liza didn’t really see it that way. Sure, Barty was pretty attractive, and they had slept together on numerous occassions, but she didn’t really want a relationship. Liza didn’t want to be tied down, and she certainly didn’t want to change her last name. She liked and was proud of being a Rosier. She did not want to have Crouch as her last name at all.

But the pair were meeting at the chinese restaurant for some food. At least her parents would be happy that she seemed to be courting the man they wanted her to marry.

It took awhile for Sirius to make his rounds to everyone, but he tried to leave no one out. This included reintroducing himself to Barty. He’d always gotten along with Barty, even once he’d become a rebel child set on bringing down the family name. In some ways, he’d sensed a kindred spirit -- someone tired of the expectations of the father and looking to rebel against them. Of course, Sirius had taken it quite far whereas Barty, as far as he could tell, hadn’t done much about it at all. 

Sirius approached with a smile on his face. “Barty! It’s good to see you again.” His cheeks hurt a bit from all the smiling and charming he’d had to do tonight. Sirius felt a bit like a child again, dressed up in his finest while his mother paraded him around for everyone to see. Except this time he had to parade himself, making sure he convinced the most elite that he was one of them again, that he’d left his childish rebel ways behind him. “Are you enjoying the gala?” 

A small smirk placed upon her features, and her wand twirling in her fingers, Bellatrix wondered just how she would spend her night for amusement, especially since classes hadn’t really started back yet. Her eyes searching the common room of someone worthy, she didn’t seem to find anyone of interest, and it was because of this reason she decided to stand and leave the Common Room, to find her entertainment elsewhere. Her wand placed in its holster, she began to walk down the corridor adjacent to the Common Room, before all of a sudden she spotted Barty; someone who was exactly who she was looking for. Bellatrix’s smirk widening, she remarked, “Fancy catching you here Barty. Join me.”

Really, he shouldn’t be upset he’s no longer able to break into his friend’s flat. It’s actually rather rude that he often lets himself in. But they’d changed whatever kind of ward or locking spell was outside. Had someone broken in? It certainly wasn’t his fault that they changed it; though neither Barty no Bastan were ever very pleased when Amycus let himself into their home. Though he did often wander in at inopportune times. It wasn’t his fault they snogged all hours of the day, was it? No.  He’d have to knock, wouldn’t he? That really ruins the surprise. Amycus bounced on the balls of his feet, glancing behind himself at the street, then back up at the flat. Amycus walked up tot he door and knocked quite loudly a few times, then back down the steps to the pavement. He took a few more steps back to be at the edge of the sidewalk, looking up to the window that looked over the street. “Hey, Barty!” He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell at the window, “Rab! Hey is one of you home?!”  Hopefully that would work. 

Well, except the Shrieking Shack. But nobody ever wanted to go there.