Her boss was frantic, growing more demanding and filled with desperation as the clock struck another hour without the Minister appearing. While she smiled and completed her tasks flawlessly, Sabrina didn’t like to be bossed around unless it served her own purposes, and so far it seemed hers and her boss’ didn’t quite align. She’d been sent off to fetch some documents from the Portkey office, a sector she didn’t fancy visiting much within Ministry’s wall. Yet, she knew why she’d been sent over— it was rare, if ever, that her boss would dare visit the offices where his son worked at.

The brunette spotted Barty the moment she walked in, leaning casually against the wall, as if she wasn’t there to simply run an errand. “Remind me, dear, what is you lot do here?” She wondered, raising a brow before adding simply. “I’m not here for you, worry not.”

Name: Bartemius Victor Crouch Sr.

Age: 51

The part of themselves they want to show the world: Both the unstoppable force and the immovable object; fierce, resilient, and utterly unrelenting. Blood between his teeth, bruises on his knuckles, and bones of absolute steel; do not cross. 

The part of themselves that they want to hide from the world: Terrified of becoming his father, so much so that he has done just that and pushed his son miles away; spiteful, angry, vengeful, more ruled by his emotions than he would ever admit. 

Their views on blood politics/purism: He rejects it, thinks it’s disgusting; your blood has no basis on your ability or who you are as a person.

Their views on magical supremacy overall: For the most part, rejects it, though definitely has a condescending view towards Muggles that slips out now and again. 

Their views on technomancy: He’s into anything that can help the DMLE (position tbd, but very pro-DMLE) crush both the Death Eaters and the Order (and only slightly hates the former more than the latter).

“Dicen que sólo los puristas compran aquí, pero me da igual.” ( @crouchjr​)