Who: Barty & Chas What: Barty's is under the illusion that he just wants to talk to Chas. When: Saturday, 23 April, 2001 Where: Chas' house. Warnings: TBD.
Life had been undeniably rough for those in positions in the Ministry and within the Dark Lord's inner circle. With the inexcusable loss of Ron Weasley and other matters that sent their Lord into a seething fit of rage that none of them explicitly understood, life was not pleasant, either. Something was brewing, something big and possibly damning and figuring out how to face it and bring His cause out on top should have been the forefront of Barty's mind.
It wasn't, though, not today. Not yesterday or the day before that, either. He still bore wounds from the Dark Lord's wrath and yet all he could think about was Chas Montgomery.
He'd meant to be here a week before and every day following, yet something always came up. Nothing was coming up right now, though. The only thing that would keep him from knocking on this door would be his Mark burning and Chas would feel that, too.
Raising a hand, he knocked sharply on the front door, not really knowing why he'd come, just knowing he wanted Chas' company. Normally, he avoided it like the plague for noble reasons, but he wasn't a fucking Gryffindor. So, he was indulging. He wanted to see Chas, so he would, all other reasons why not to, be damned.