Barty Crouch Jr (crouchatmyfeet) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-15 04:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | barty crouch, evan rosier |
Honey I'm Home
Who: Barty Crouch & Evan Rosier
What: Home cooked Dinner
When: Friday evening
Where: Barty's Flat
Why: Barty went to work. Evan didn't.
Warning: Explicit sex
Status: Complete
Everyone was rather frightened of Barty again. It had been too long since they were scared for their lives or what Barty was going to do to them. And really, with everything that had been going on, it wasn't a bad move or timing for it. Of course, there were other reasons, but it was rather fun having them not know. And Barty was not a man of secrets, so it was quite true his opinion of them. He had just been aptly distracted before.
Calling everyone to a meeting for the end of the day, his look was foul and murderous. "Muggles are swine, yes," he started off, "I know. We all know. If you didn't, I would have educated you with my wand." His wand came out, pointing at a person here or there, and they sat up straighter.
"But our targets are using them, using their life, using their pathetic means of coping without magic to stay underground," he continued, "they go muggle. And muggle is safe because we're better than that. Why would we know anything muggle?" He looked around. "What is the purpose of a toaster?" he asked, looking around. But he didn't wait for an answer and ignored any hands.
"We must learn what our quarry knows," he told them, "Learn how they adapt, how they survive. How do they communicate? How do they travel? How do they live? Everything. When we master what they have mastered, we can find them. We must understand the swine. Become the swine." His wand cast a spell silently at one of Barty's least favorite underlings. And the man was indeed a giant pig, oinking and trying to run away, destroying a chair. Pulling him back, Barty transformed the man back.
"I don't want to see any of you here next week. You will live like muggles. Learn their thingymabobs. Travel, cook, eat, dress, everything muggle. No magic - from Monday at 8am until next Friday at 6pm," his eyes narrowed as he looked at each and every one of them, "I will know, if you did not." There was silence in the room. "Dismissed!" he shouted.
Some of them nearly ran out of there. Others had looks of disbelief. Barty didn't care. He had mastered many things muggle over the years, so the task was relatively mute to him, not that he deemed himself needing to follow it. He had better ways of spending that time. Smirking, Barty cleaned up his desk, remembering the promise to fuck Evan on it. Stroking the hard wood kindly, he knew that was going to happen sometime, perhaps even the same day he sucked Evan off in the lift.
Humming happily to himself, Barty took the lifts up and made his way out to the air. Apparating in a snap, he walked up the steps to his flat and opened the door. "Honey, I'm home," he called out cheekily.