only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean

Barty gripped his wand a little tighter, but didn’t whip it out. “Oh, I do, but I don’t feel like cleaning up the mess after I’m done with you,” he said, smiling coldly. He also didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t know — nor did he care, quite frankly — if Rosier had been the first person Glenda had had sex with. He hoped he hadn’t been, for her sake. "I was seventeen and I’m 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.

"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.

"I would take that back if I were you," Barty suggested, smiling at her again, "or I might feel the need to prove you wrong and I can’t imagine that that would be pleasant for either of us." He could tell that Glenda enjoyed riling him up, something he understood but found terribly annoying when someone else did it to him. He tossed his cigarette out of the window and stuck his hand in his pocket, toying with his wand, trying to keep himself from turning it on Glenda and showing her that he had gotten the Dark Mark by accident, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t earned it.

Talking to Glenda both aggravated and soothed Barty; he was both annoyed by her behaviour and comforted by it, because it was familiar and something he could handle, but sadly, that didn’t make it any less irritating.

Glenda moved her hands up so that they touched the top of the arched cutout where she was standing and leaned forward, hair falling in front of her and eyes glowing with delight from the confrontation and sick masochism.  "Hmm try me ickle Crouch.  Merlin knows you want to prove me wrong."  Once she was satisfied, Glenda removed her hands and crossed them back over her chest.

Giving you a run for your money as in having more experience when it comes to men

"Oh I wouldn't doubt it.  You of course have had a few more years of being able to slut it up than I." Glenda took a mock defeated breath but then added, "Though I must say vampires....can get weird."

"You could do with a little less spunk, I’d say," he replied coolly. Glenda was the kind of Death Eater-wannabe he could stand the least; the ones who believed in the ideals and who desperately wanted to prove themselves. On the one hand he would love to see her find out how wrong she was the hard way, and on the other hand he almost wanted to help her. She was only seventeen, what could she really know? She’d been sheltered for most of the horrors at Hogwarts, she didn’t know what it was really like, she couldn’t possibly know.

Glenda’s self-righteousness made Barty roll his eyes. He felt his anger slowly ebb away as well, he just couldn’t take the girl seriously when she looked at him like that. He knew how to handle brats like her, he had been around types like her all his life. “Are you suggesting that I don’t have the will to accompany it?” Barty asked, raising his eyebrows challengingly. He wasn’t too keen on proving himself to her, but he would if it meant that she would stop acting so high and mighty.

"I didn’t mean experienced in the bedroom, if that’s what you’re asking, but I’m willing to bet that I can give you a run for your money." He winked at her and smiled. He wasn’t exactly proud of who he’d let himself after he’d ran away from home, but maybe this would shut Glenda up for once. Barty hadn’t exactly been interested in anyone back at Hogwarts — apart from Regulus, of course, but he liked to think he’d kept that a secret — so this should come as a bit of a surprise to her.

Glenda's voice dripped with sarcasm and she was almost tempted to roll her eyes, but restrained herself.  He did have a point.

"I'm not suggesting anything, merely stating a fact." The words she spoke said one thing but the look on Glenda's face said another. Barty didn't scare her in the least and now she was actually enjoying her company.  Provoking people was a little hobby of hers and she seemed to be getting quite a rise out of him.  This was fun.

I didn’t mean experienced in the bedroom, if that’s what you’re asking, but I’m willing to bet that I can give you a run for your money.

"Is that so? I know we've both handled men but apart from that..?"  Glenda gave Barty a wicked smirk. If he was trying to play the part of a womanizer he wasn't fooling anyone except maybe himself. Glenda herself had never been with a woman but Barty didnt know that. Glenda did however know more than anyone would think.  Barty may have already graduated by the time she started Hogwart's own underground gossip radio, but it was all the dirt that she had which inspired her to start it.  Glenda clearly recalled Evan drunkenly talking about Barty and Regulus Black one time.  He was upset about it and blubbering about trysts but passed out before Glenda could get the whole story. It was a safe enough assumption that Barty and Regulus had been more than just friends.

"Got to get in the good books if I want to get out of here, don’t I?" Barty said and it was only half a lie. He’d have taken Mary with him even if it wouldn’t have scored him any points with the people living in Hogsmeade and even if Emmeline hadn’t been there, but Glenda didn’t need to know that. If she supported the Death Eaters and their ideals, she would be more than displeased that Barty had saved a Muggle-born, so he kept his reasons to himself. "If you were smart, you’d be doing the same."

Barty stared back at Glenda, raising his eyebrows as he turned his head away to hide another smirk. It was obvious that Glenda didn’t want to talk about Rosier and Barty could guess why. It amused him that she thought that she was being subtle about it.

"Ickle?" He raised his eyebrows as he stood up straight, looking down on her and chuckling. Normally a comment like this might have irritated him, but he was in a surprisingly good mood today. "You’re younger, smaller and less experienced than I am. How in Merlin’s name am I the ickle one?"

You’re younger, smaller and less experienced than I am. How in Merlin’s name am I the ickle one?

Glenda smiled smugly, "Because you don't have nearly as much spunk as me."

"Not anymore." Barty chuckled bitterly. "I actually saved someone the other day. A Muggle-born witch. I think my father might actually be proud of me for doing that. If he isn’t dead already, that is."

Barty fished a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, watching Glenda’s face as he inhaled. She didn’t seem to be bothered at his mentioning Rosier, but he knew not to believe everything he saw. “Is he now?” he said, looking down as he exhaled to hide his smirk. He didn’t believe her one bit, he knew what Rosier was like.

Mention of saving a muggle born piqued Glenda's interest and she narrowed her eyes in curiosity, "What are you saving a mudblood for?"  Glenda wasn't going to go report Barty but she genuinely wanted to hear the whole story.  She knew he was probably not going to tell it though, not when anyone could be listening to their conversation despite the feeling of isolation.  Glenda knew from her days at Hogwarts that spying was delightfully easy.

Is he now?

Glenda caught Barty's eye and held her gaze steady.  This was not a question she wanted to answer and Evan was not someone she wanted to discuss. She held the eye contact long enough as to not be the first to look away.  If he had any brains, Barty could figure out this was not someone to be spoken of lightly.

Because you’re such delightful company.

Glenda smiled back, matching his sarcasm, to suppress a real smile.  No way in hell was she going to give Barty the satisfaction of knowing he said something clever.  Raising a hand to toss some hair over her shoulder, Glenda spoke confidently, "Well you wouldn't be the first to delight in my company ickle Barty."

"Wouldn’t be here if I were," he replied, rolling his eyes at her stupid question. She was Slytherin, wasn’t she supposed to be a little intelligent at least? He rolled up his sleeve and showed her his Mark. "Wouldn’t have this if I were." He rolled his sleeve down again and rolled his eyes, still staring out of the window. "What about you? What are you doing here? Still trying to be the rebellious teenage girl who acts like she doesn’t care about disappointing her parents? Or are you just here because of Rosier?" 

Thinking about Evan made her cigarette suddenly seem unfavorable and she put it out, flicking it outside onto a patch of snow.  Glenda adjusted her position on the window so that she was leaning back and crossed her arms.

Around noon Barty reluctantly got out of bed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anymore. He dressed himself and brushed his teeth, trying to avoid looking in the mirror longer than absolutely necessary. Ever since Barty had become aware of what he’d done during the war, he found it hard to look in a mirror without picturing himself torturing and murdering innocent people — Barty thought that his vivid imagination might end up killing him one day.

He walked around the Manor in a bit of a daze. He was looking for the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast, but he was too tired to really watch where he was going. Once he realised that he was just aimlessly wandering around, he looked up and found himself in a wing he’d never been in before.

Noticing an open door, Barty walked inside and saw a girl sitting in the windowsill. When she turned around, he recognised her. She’d been two years below him at Hogwarts and, if he remembered correctly, a bit of an attention seeker.

"Glad to see some people never change," he said, snorting. 

There were many people at Malfoy Manor Barty would have been intimidated by, but Glenda was one of the few he was sure he could handle. Not necessarily because she was a girl, but because he’d always got the impression that she tried too hard to prove herself. It was rather pathetic, if you asked him.

Glad to see some people never change.

Glenda quirked an eyebrow at his comment, hardly amused. "Pleasure Baby Barty. Still trying to fill Daddy's shoes?"