Barty Crouch Jr. (nervoustwitch) wrote in solemnly_sworn, @ 2011-06-20 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: barty crouch jr., character: regulus black, player: abigail, player: sheli |
Who: Regulus Black & Barty Crouch jr.
What: A conversation after lunch...
When: Following the high-profile lunch with his father and Regulus' mother.
Where: Wizarding London, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD
Here I am
A young man
A crashing computer program
Here is a pen
Neither Regulus or Barty were particularly interested in politics. Barty, though he would never say it to his father, thought it was all rather beneath him. He did not care for democracy and that was all. He thought the public vote was always ill-informed and popularity always the main factor, not intelligence or cool, clean ability to correctly man the herd.
Some men were shepherds, they were born to lead and it didn't make sense to have to do a song and dance to prove it to the rest of the world. The Dark Lord was one such person. He did not simper for votes or win the favour of the Wizarding World, he knew he was powerful and so he just took what ought to be his and that was the end of it. Barty just adored it, that raw and beautiful power that practically bled from his pores.
they managed to half-escape, half be-dismissed from their parent's presence and made for Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour for something a bit more palatable than the expensive, boring foods and the even more boring conversation.
"I think, if I stayed much longer, I might have died." Barty admitted as soon as he was positive they were far from earshot. He held his tongue between his teeth and half-smiled, half just winced in Regulus' direction, hoping he agreed with his assessment of the conversation thus far that day.