House Call | Barty & Cassius
Cassius was maybe blowing this out of proportions just a bit. But it was a big deal! Mostly because no one ever dared to tell him no. With his horrific temper, they dare not to encourage his anger. But his father was a completely different case, and he certainly didnāt care or fear Cassiusās sharp rage. That almost made it worse somehow, seeing his anger completely disregarded as a childish tantrum. Which, maybe it was, but certainly not to Cassius HE needed someone to take him at least somewhat seriously! And he knew just the person who would listen to him, whining or not.Ā Cassius was almost more at home at the Crouch Manor than he was Mulciber estate, but really what it was is that there was no one brave enough to shoo him away. Letting himself in through the Floo, he handed off his coat to Winky, asking for Bartyās whereabouts. Of course Crouch Sr. wasnāt home, and thankfully, the Missus was out shopping. Nothing against Miss Crouch, he just hated bothering her, really, for her own sake. It was like handling something much too fragile for his clumsy hands. Much like he used to regard Barty. Something made of glass that would shatter in his hands should he handle the boy too roughly. How happy he was to find how wrong that assumption had been.Ā After being pointed to the right room Cassius was throwing open the door, boisterous as always,Ā āPennnnyyyy, itās all falling apart, I had to actually go to work todayyyyy,ā he whined quite loudly as he made his way to Bartyās side. Without hesitation he was grabbing the young manās head snatching it against his chest,Ā āIt was horrible. I had to do paperwork, Pens, can you believe it? And itās all over the fucking papers, I feel like a celebrity, but the kind who shit in Kingās Cross during busy hour, not the award-winning kind.āĀ @bartcmius-jr














