don't be a bother || glenda & barty.
"You ought to know better than to provoke one, then," Barty said, raising his eyebrows. Once again, Barty was amazed by Glendaâs stupidity. She dated Rosier for fuckâs sake, she should know what happens when you provoke a Death Eater. He wouldnât be surprised if she turned out to be one of those people who had to ask the Sorting Hat to place them in Slytherin, just because they couldnât get in on their own â she was definitely not intelligent enough to get in on her own, Barty thought.
Barty gripped his wand a little tighter, but didnât whip it out. âOh, I do, but I donât feel like cleaning up the mess after Iâm done with you,â he said, smiling coldly. He also didnât want to get in trouble with any of the other residents of Malfoy Manor, which he surely would if he left a bloody mess behind where one Glenda Chittock should have been. And, although Barty was angry, he wasnât rash. He was still in control of himself and he would stay that way if Glenda would shut up soon, because, whether she believed him or not, Barty was definitely capable of tearing her apart if he wanted to.
"Did I? You had a much earlier start than I did," Barty remarked with a smirk. "How old were you when you first had sex? Thirteen? Fourteen?" Barty didnât know â nor did he care, quite frankly â if Rosier had been the first person Glenda had had sex with. He hoped he hadnât been, for her sake. "I was seventeen and Iâm only two years older than you are, so you have at least a year on me in that aspect." Not that it mattered, because she was right, of course. Barty had been quite a slut after he graduated.
"I do hope youâre not proud of that," Barty said, rolling his eyes. He couldnât believe that she would take this kind of thing so lightly. Barty wasnât exactly vanilla, but he didnât like to get⌠weird in bed, either. "Death is not something to be taken so lightly, you know. Though I suppose your view of life and death would be rather distorted, since you were dating half a corpse and all that."
"Mmmmhmmm sure," Glenda responded lightly with a sly smile. Â She really didn't believe Barty would kill her. Â Harm her? Maybe a little but even then she highly doubted he would right here, right now, if at all. Â Would he really hurt someone with pure, untainted magical blood when he said that he had saved a muggle witch just a few days or weeks before? Â Glenda didn't meditate on the thought further, Barty's strange beliefs were his own business which she actually didn't give a damn about.
"Oh point there though school isn't exactly the ideal place to pick up casual fucks." Glenda shrugged it off, not interested in discussing her early promiscuity.
"What do you mean," Glenda intimated Barty's tone,"death isn't supposed to be taken lightly? It happens to everyone Junior, it's just a matter of when, and frankly life isn't all that great at the moment if you haven't noticed."  Glenda was bored talking to Barty standing up and moved back down so that she was lying dramatically on the window sill. "Oh death where art thou victory?"  She spoke in an elongated, theatrical manner. They were words she remembered learning in one of her classes about Muggles.  She didn't remember where the phrase was from exactly but it had stuck in her head and seemed appropriate for the current conversation.  Throwing a hand over her forehead, Glenda looked up at the towering Barty with wide, mock-innocent eyes.

















