If he had been surprised to make contact with another rare like-minded individual, Gellert did not show it. After his run-in with Peter while at the grocery shop, he had felt anger and disgust over the duplicity of the people in the village. They claimed to offer second chances but were not willing to even entertain the idea of a friendship, in a hope that someone like him would change. The thought had occured to Gellert that perhaps Albus had gone around to pretty much every single person and warned them of what Gellert was capable of, but his ex-friend had never been that vindictive of a person so Gellert let the thought pass him by.
Finding another like-minded individual, though, was like a breath of fresh air to Gellert in the stale bog that was the village. He knew Guy was like-minded but it had just been the two of them, and their interactions had been veiled at best. This Bartemius Crouch Jr, on the other hand, was as open in his opinions on the worn pages of the journal as Gellert himself had been since arriving, and now the dark wizard found himself to be intrigued. They had arranged to meet that evening, once Gellert had completed his work for the day, and he did not remain in the house longer then it took to change his clothes.
A swap of shirt from his dark grey one, long sleeved with a v-neck, to a black button up shirt, with the first couple of buttons undone, and Gellert grabbed his leather jacket before heading out. The walk down to the beach where the boathouse was located took him all of a few minutes and he noticed a person huddled under the shelter of the boathouse but, as he walked forward, Gellert did not expect the man to be so young. And to have been in Azkaban at that. "Mr Bartemius Crouch Jr, I presume," he said, while approaching.