#barty crouch antics

[juniorlore]

i just know barty was kicking his feet giggling whenever he got to scream CONSTANT VIGILANCE as moody. he was absolutely terrorising first years and was genuinely bummed he couldnt keep doing it

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Barty: when I die I want people to play ‘Highway to hell’ followed by ‘WAP’ at my funeral

Evan: what do we get if we do?

Barty: all my money and any houses I own

Regulus: three cents and a dodgy tent?

James: okay but for the record I’d do it for a kiss

[ellecdc]

Battered by Baggage

poly!marauders x whimsical!reader who the boys cannot find [1k words]

prompt by @atlass8: "Reader has a suitcase like Newt Scamander and she probably busy doing something in there but our boys don't know about it and can't find her. barty being our bestie he knows where reader is but doesn't tell anyone cause he likes chaos. tho their reaction to the suitcase would be amazing" -> scenario by @unstablereader

CW: Crouch Sr reference but it's chill, fem!reader

“She may have gotten lost, Pads.” Remus placated without raising his gaze from his book, though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been staring at the same two passages as he fretted over your whereabouts as well.

“How could she be lost, Moony? We’re on a train, it has only two directions.” Sirius pressed.

“She is always wandering off…” James considered as he peered out the window, though he didn’t seem particularly confident in his statement. 

“We always sit in this compartment.” Sirius insisted. “She knows that, everyone knows that. She’s supposed to meet us here.”

“And she will, bubs.” James offered him, pulling the long-haired boy into his side and pressing his nose into his jaw. “She keeps her promises.”

Remus hardly had a moment to smile at his boyfriends when the compartment door was flung open unceremoniously. 

The three boys deflated significantly when the head that was poking into their train compartment was not that of their sweet albeit perhaps more than slightly whimsical girlfriend, but that of her very much maniacal best friend. 

“Not one looker in the bunch.” Barty scoffed with a shake of his head. 

“Yeah, well the average of this compartment will greatly improve once you sod off.” Sirius muttered rather petulantly as he crossed his arms, taking a moment to remind himself how upset you would be if you found out he had hexed your friend. 

“Whatever.” Barty sighed as if he was really quite bored of this conversation that he had started. “Tell Treasure we’re looking for her.”

“Yeah, that’ll be the first thing we say when we find her Junior.” Sirius scoffed sarcastically, earning him a very bemused expression from Barty before his eyes flit up to the overhead luggage. 

“Merlin, you really wouldn’t know what's right above you, would you?” He sighed in exasperation then, closing the door before anyone could respond and stalking off down the train. 

“He’s a weird bloke.” James let out with a breath, relaxing somewhat into his seat now that the unwelcome company had vacated.

“What did he mean that we wouldn’t know what’s sitting right above us?” Remus murmured to himself just as the train veered a corner and a few bags fell from the overhead compartment; one landing on Sirius’ head before landing on the ground with a thud. 

“Whose bag is that?” James asked as he craned his neck to peer at it over Sirius.

“It’s gonna go out the bloody window.” Sirius muttered as glared at the offending bag and massaged his head. 

Before Sirius could act on his revenge, the bag began to wiggle and shift before you came tiptoeing out of it with a yawn.

“There you boys are!” you greeted excitedly as if they hadn’t just spent the last however long worried you had missed the bloody train to Hogwarts.

“There we are!? What- what the hells?” Sirius sputtered. 

You seemed rather confused at Sirius’ theatrics and turned to look at Remus quizzically. 

“We’ve been looking for you, baby dove.” he murmured as he pulled you down so you were tucked into his side on the bench beside him. 

“Oh,” you giggled, “well I wasn’t very far, Siri; I was only taking a nap.” 

The three boys stared at you; Remus who had decided long ago to stop trying to understand you and just appreciate your antics, James who looked like he was trying to decide between being elated at finally having you here and scolding you for worrying him so, and Sirius who was still clearly very caught up on the whole matter. 

“A nap?” Sirius deadpanned.

“Right.”

“In a bag.”

“Mhm.” You hummed happily; smile beaming as you leaned further into Remus’ side. Merlin, he loved you. 

James let out a nervous chuckle as he placed a reassuring hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Sweetheart, I’m afraid we’re going to need more details.”

“Dumbledore said I was allowed to keep the nifflers but they weren’t allowed to roam the school; I guess they had stolen from Slughorn a few too many times.” You explained easily.

“You have nifflers?” Remus asked you then, to which he was rewarded with you smiling shyly up at him. 

“Well, they were Barty’s first; his father is involved with poaching and trading beasts and creatures, so Barty stole them from him and brought them to school.”

“And Junior just…released them on the grounds?” Sirius asked.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” You repeated.

The three boys waited for you to explain more, but when it became clear that you weren’t going to, Remus gave you a nudge.

“Where did Junior release them?” He asked you sweetly. 

“Gryffindor tower.”

“That son of a bitch.” Sirius muttered as he no doubt started considering the amount of accessories he had lost last term. 

“So, let me get this straight.” James started as he reached over and took your hand in his. “Crouch Senior poached and was trying to trade a pack of nifflers.” He paused for you to nod. “So Junior stole them.” Another nod. “And brought them to school where they wreaked havoc and then Dumbledore moved to ban them from school property.”

“Right.” You agreed happily, squeezing James’ hand in yours in praise of his correct deduction.

Remus watched as James melted slightly in his quasi-interrogation in order to smile at you before the bag vibrated again. 

“And now they all just…live in here?” He asked as he brought the bag over and pulled the two sides apart slightly in an attempt to peer inside.

“I’d be careful Jamie; Sirius’ earrings look quite expensive.” You suggested breezily, smiling at Sirius as if you hadn’t just sort of threatened his belongings.

He couldn’t be mad at you, though; not for his stress over your whereabouts, not for your slightly rude entrance, and certainly not for your caring nature which resulted in you toting around a bag of pilfering thieves.

And he certainly couldn’t be mad at you when you looked so sodding sweet pressed up against Remus’ side as if that was simply where you were meant to be. 

And he definitely wouldn’t be mad if he could convince you to take care of the growing lump on his head as a ruse to get to cuddle you all by himself tonight.

Nope, Sirius really couldn’t find it in him to be mad at all.

[xxxanteaterxxx]

Caught

poly!Rosekiller x fem!Reader

Regulus catches the three of you cuddled up.

TW:Cussing and straight up fluff.

"Well, well, well..." Regulus drawled. " What do we have here?" He had just walked into his shared dorm to find you asleep in between Crouch and Rosier.

Both boys were awake and not at all happy with the interruption of what had been an incredibly peaceful afternoon.

"What the fuck does it look like to you Black?" Barty scowled at him, reminding Regulus of a petulant child. Evan was staring at Regulus with a blank look on his face.

You stirred, groaning as you peeled an eye open to see what was going on. When you saw a glimpse of the Black boy, your eye snapped shut and you tensed. This was not fucking good. Regulus made a sound of disapproval.

"You know, I don't think my brother and his...friends will like this..." He waved his hand around at them. "Picture."

He was right, you had known this very well. Which is why it had been your intentions to keep it a secret for as long as possible. You should have known it wouldn't work. Secrets were never secrets for long in the group you usually ran with.

Before you could conjure up a quick-witted retort, Evan was already speaking from his place beside you.

"Well, why don't you go tell them Black? Save us the trouble." His response caused you to open your eyes and blink rather owlishly at him. That was a horrid idea.

"I actually disagree. Reggie, why don't you just keep it to yourself for a while, hm?" Barty was chuckling quietly at your distress, though you knew he wasn't really laughing at you.

"Don't call me that." He spoke as he turned around. "I think I'll go find them now. Would hate for them to be left out." Then he was gone and suddenly you were really rather afraid of what was going to happen now.

"You know, I truly think I might skin him." You spoke as you went to stand up. Barty launched himself at you before you could succeed.

"Oh no, peaches! You're not leaving yet, we were promised the whole day with our girl and the whole fucking day we will have, yeah?" You rolled your eyes at his antics before relaxing and deciding that whatever wrath you would be facing from your friends could be dealt with later.

This is truly where you would rather be, cuddled up between two of the most beautifully, deranged boys you had ever met.

[bri-cheeses]

Letters and Pens - Part 1

| June 8th | Prompt: Illuminate | Word count: 749 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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Barty had had a bad day.

Evan knew he would from the moment the letter arrived at breakfast, marked with his father’s seal. Evan didn’t know what Barty Crouch Sr wanted, but he knew that his words were never kind. So he had made his prediction, and it had turned out to be right. Barty had spent the first half of the day sulking, quieter than normal. And as usual, the second half was the complete opposite. Barty had acted out, heightening his personality in an attempt to distract himself from whatever his father had said.

But Barty had clearly found his own performance lacking, which was why, Evan assumed, they were now at a party, the green lighting casting everything in an ominous glow. Barty danced next to him, tipsy already, trying his best to forget his troubles. And if this was what he needed in order to do it, then Evan was more than happy to help—so long as Barty didn’t get too drunk, of course. But Evan had been watching him carefully all night. By his calculations, he should still be fine.

“Evannn,” Barty crooned, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “You’re too tense! Loosen up a little.”

Then he laughed, and despite his crazy antics, Evan couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

As Evan smiled at him, trying not to let his emotions show themselves completely on his face, Barty’s laughter trailed off and he lazily looked back at Evan. His smile dropped.

“Why aren’t you dancing with me, Evs?” he pouted, then pulled Evan in closer. Barty’s breath ghosted over his cheek as he whispered in his ear, “You look good tonight.”

The words, the tone, the proximity—it was too much.

“You’re drunk, Bee,” Evan tried to laugh. It came out more forced than he would’ve liked.

“Just tipsy, actually. And even if I was drunk, my eyes would still work just fine.”

Evan shook his head at Barty’s insistence.

“You just want a distraction,” he said.

And it was true. Barty had been looking for one all night—all day, really, ever since receiving that letter from his father—and Evan could tell. Barty always had a certain look about him when he was hunting for someone to occupy his time, and Evan had, of course, become extremely adept at recognizing it. Which is why he had clocked in on it tonight, Barty’s eyes roaming around the scene, taking in different people and weighing them in his head. The one thing Evan couldn’t figure out, though, is why Barty had landed on him instead of just about anyone else.

“You’re being mean,” whined Barty, moving even closer.

Barty was going to kill him, this Evan was sure of.

“I’m being responsible.”

He felt Barty’s petulance before he saw it in his face, the arm around his shoulder pulling him in more as Barty’s expression became downcast.

“Can’t you just kiss me?” Barty pleaded, the green lighting illuminating the planes of his face, and really, Evan thought, this wasn’t fair. How could he say no when Barty was looking at him like that, eyelashes framing his beautiful eyes, which were burning with the desire for a kiss.

Desire for a kiss, yes, but not for Evan specifically. Not Evan.

Never Evan.

But he might be able to deal with it. He could carry this weight on his back for the rest of his life, if only he got this one chance to kiss Barty.

He could deal with the weight of it, and he would, if it weren’t for the fact that Barty was upset and drunk, and not entirely aware of his own actions. And Evan was supposed to be the one taking care of him, so Barty’s best interests came before his own desires.

Nothing different from usual, of course.

And so, there on the dance floor, surrounded by people who would never value Barty as much as he deserved, Evan turned his best friend away. He turned him away despite knowing Barty would just move on to the next person in order to distract himself. And Evan would watch from afar the entire night as he hopped from person to person, flirting and kissing and laughing with anyone other than Evan, who would stay busy making sure that Barty didn’t end up hurting himself.

It was all so painfully typical that it was almost funny, but somehow, Evan couldn’t find it within himself to laugh.

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(Part 2)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Hint

@rosekillermicrofic September 24, word count 496

Previous part First Jegulus part

“They’re on their way back,” Sirius said, rousing Barty from his nap. “Oi, Crouch, go move that heap of junk, or he’s going to know something is up,” Barty stretched like a cat. His t-shirt rode up his abdomen, flashing his perfect abs. He peeked out from under his lashes and arched up even more, when he saw the appreciative looks on both Remus and Sirius’s faces. He loved being a tease. 

“I’ll be right back,” He stood up but immediately bent over to give Evan a sloppy, over-the-top kiss. He'd done heavy lifting today, he deserved to be a pest. 

His van groaned to life, and he patted the dusty dashboard. It had been through a lot with him, but he knew he’d have to part with it soon, there was no way it was going to get through its MOT and the amount of work it would need to be fixed would be astronomical, if it could even be saved. 

He moved the van around the corner, making sure he wasn’t in a permit-only area, grabbed the bag he’d hidden under the front seat and rushed back up to the flat to surprise Regulus. 

Barty went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl. He opened the paper bag and dumped the contents into it before he artfully placed it in the middle of the coffee table, grinning like a madman at his little joke. Evan arched a brow at him but didn’t say anything.  

“Come on, James, give me a hint, why do you want to get me up here so urgently?” Regulus’s voice carried up the stairs as he let himself and James in the side door. Sirius facepalmed. 

“Oh, James,” He shook his head. Barty snorted. They should have sent Panda out with him instead of the bumbling puppy. At least she could keep her excitement contained. The key turned in the lock and the door opened.

“What the?!” Regulus started as he spotted them all crowded into his tiny living room. He walked in and stopped. “Are - are those my books?” He asked with tears in his eyes. 

“Barty and I broke into Grimmauld and got them for you,” Sirius beamed at him. Regulus threw himself into his brother's arms, squeezing him tight. His eyes fell on the coffee table and the bowl Barty had left there, filled with apples. Regulus rolled his eyes and looked up at Barty.

“Thank you,” He told them both before he dropped Sirius and went to run his fingers over the spines of his books. 

You did good, B.” Evan purred in his ear, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. “How am I going to reward you tonight?” He whispered in Barty’s ear. 

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” He chucked. Evan nipped his earlobe. Clearly, this was punishment for his earlier antics. It would be hours before they could get away. Barty would just have to wait.  

Next part

[itisme-rosie]

-- party first meets; marauders' era! regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr. (separately) wherein one meets them at a party for the first time.

cw: fluff!! bartender evan, own characterization of evan and barty (kinda influenced by t*kt*k oneshots), flirty barty, probs a little ooc reg? pandora mentions in evan's and throwing up mentions in barty's.

[ i don't know what to tell you guys about this one. au where it's a perfect world and no one is fighting? haha. anyway, my characterization isn't perfect and it isn't 100% tiktok based, but yeah. it's a you like it or hate it moment. i've had this in the back of my notes app for so long too so the characterization is also months old. ]

masterlist | rules

[ evan rosier ]

"just how sure are you that that's even safe to put in your mouth, pandora?" i ask, eyebrows raised as i eye the cup she had in her hand.

"well, i trust the bartender, so," the blonde shrugs and takes a swig from the cup, a look of satisfaction on her face when the initial bitterness wears off.

"the bartender?" i ask, mouth agape, "you mean to tell me there's a bartender during slytherin house parties?"

"you would know if you came around when i would invite you to them," pandora says in a singsong voice, taking another sip and making a sound of satisfaction before offering the cup to me, "want a taste?"

"i don't know..." my eyes squint in suspicion, "do i?"

"it's really good,"

"i don't care what my mother says, you are a terrible influence on me,"

"one drink," she whines, "just one and i'll never peer pressure you into taking another one again,"

"you're terrible," i shake my head, sighing, "but fine - i better not have magically ended up face first in someone's toilet when i wake up tomorrow,"

pandora squeals in excitement, clapping happily before taking my hand and weaving through the crowd of students in the slytherin common room all the way to the back, where a transfigured mini-bar stood and behind the bar stood one of the handsomest (and most terrifying) students in slytherin -- evan rosier.

it was hard not have heard about him, or the rumors about veela blood running through his veins. maybe it had nothing to do with veelas and good looks just ran in their blood, we will never know. as i watched him pour out drinks, i suddenly understood why a multitude of students - male and female alike - developed some sort of liking for him. (okay, maybe i did too at one point in time during my early years in hogwarts but that is not the focus here, okay?)

pandora walks over to him, and he nods in acknowledgement to her before looking at me up and down.

"you remember them, right? i tell you about them?" pandora pats my shoulder, "well, they have never had a drink by you before, so, i obviously had to drag the over here to have a taste,"

"you say plenty pandora," evan deadpans, raising an eyebrow and smirking when pandora makes a noise of protest.

but evan nods, finishing off one drink before leaning against his palms on the counter, looking over me again in a way that had me shuffling behind pandora.

merlin, he was intimidating.

"you have any preferences?" he asks, voice smooth like butter.

"preferences...?"

"how hard do you want your alcohol?" pandora supplies.

"are you a lightweight? wouldn't want you passing out in the middle of the school hallways, merlin knows pandora won't be able to lug you all the way back to your dorms with how drunk she'll be at the end of the night,"

pandora makes another offended noise and her hand lightly swats the poor man's arm but he doesn't flinch. that alone was enough to tell me that he might have been already used to her antics.

"you're painting me in a bad light here rosier," she grumbles, "how am i supposed to convince her to come over to the next party now?"

"have you tried asking nicely?"

"...i've tried dragging her here with a bag over her head but who really keeps track - oh, there you are!"

i have little to no chance to protest before pandora latches onto one of her ravenclaw friends, the latter throwing his arm over her with loud laughter before they disappear into the crowd - presumably to disturb someone else in that friendship circle, but what mattered to me in that moment as that despite all her promises, pandora had left me unattended with one of the most intimidating students in hogwarts and he was watching me like an ant under a microscope, his arms flexing as they glided over the makeshift bar.

"she'll be back to check on you eventually," evan drawls out, sliding a dark glass that hid the color of the liquid inside over to me.

i went quiet and he must have sensed my apprehension to pick up the cup.

"pandora would strangle me if i slipped anything less than savory in there," he calls over his shoulder, pulling out bottles from a shelf behind him, "plus, i wouldn't want to scare you away already, not when i think that it'd be nice to have new faces to learn about,"

"meaning?" i ask quizzically, the first time i ever actually properly acknowledged him, pulling the glass closer to me.

he shrugs, "i know every single slytherins' - the ones old enough to drink, of course - order by heart, it's the same old, same old, party after party, new face means taking time away from that bunch -" evan nods towards the other side of the common room where pandora and the rest of their group stood, presumably causing havoc, with a fond smile, "- to help someone figure out just exactly what they want," his eyes find mine and i can't help the heat from warming my cheeks and the bastard didn't even try to hide the smirk he had on.

i hum in faux contemplation, looking away awkwardly and taking a sip before my eyes widen at the burst of flavors, "oh wow," i say simply, taking a bigger sip.

evan's head drops as he laughs to himself at my reaction and he lifts it again as he extends his hand towards me, "evan rosier, by the way,"

i smile back, shaking his hand, "nice to meet you,"

honestly, all i could think about was how nice he looked when he smiled - and if i should indulge pandora the next time she invites me to a party in the slytherin common room.

[ regulus black ]

bathroom lines pain me immensely.

you'd think that with the amount of students they have in this damn school they'd build more efficient bathrooms, but no.

true, there were more bathrooms around this floor, but those were too far away and far too hidden in dark hallways patrolled by the professors for half-drunk people to wander to so here i was, standing in line for the bathroom that i was positive held the same person for 15 minutes and counting.

i sigh, checking my watch and tapping my foot impatiently, the music blaring in the common room too loud for me to even think properly much less think to kick the door down just so i could pee.

the man behind me echoed my sigh, and he moved to stand beside me in the cramped hallway in such a way that i was pressed against the wall and i could catch every detail of his side profile plus the smell of booze and his cologne, a hint of a tattoo on his arm peeking out of his rolled up sleeves - and i catch myself gawking and i shake my head as if to rid myself of my delusions. but that's not the point, the point was that he reached his arm past my head to knock impatiently at the door.

then again, and again and i remained in the same position until he sighed and looked over at me.

"sorry about that," he says, leaning down so i could hear his voice.

"'s no problem," i murmur back, the alcohol in my veins increasing the chances that i would say something stupid if i kept staring at him, so i lowered my gaze to the shoes on my feet, "guess i'm not going to the bathroom anytime soon,"

with the dingy lighting in this part of the hallway plus the music pounding in my ear, it was hard to tell who exactly it was i was conversing with, not that it mattered at the moment - i was at this party to enjoy myself, not overthink about the identity of a strange man i met by the bathrooms. doesn't that just sound wrong?

"unfortunately, yes," the man grumbles, "but - nevermind,"

i raise my head to look at him, head tilting it to the side curiously, "hmm?"

"...i don't want to make you uncomfortable," he answers gruffly.

"ah," i smile tightly, "right, i see, thanks,"

the music fills the silence between us again and we both stay where we were, not moving a bit even though we knew there was no chance in hell whoever was in the bathroom was not coming out any time soon.

soon enough, he sighs again, "there's a bathroom in my dorm, if you're up to going in there,"

"well, why'd you line up in the communal bathroom instead of go up to your dorm to use the bathroom there?"

'so he was a slytherin then', i thought to myself. that narrowed down the possibilities but the list of slytherin students old enough to be partying (plus the ones that snuck in) was still pretty broad, but i needed to be on guard - a stranger at a party? no one can be too safe. i pat my wand through my clothes to make sure it was still in my pocket.

"my friends are barring the path to the dorms like a bunch of cavemen," the stranger says irritatedly, "they think i'm going to lock myself up in the dorm again,"

i stay quiet, mulling over this information, "would you have? locked yourself up in your dorm? no offense, but i'm guessing you aren't a big fan of the party scene,"

"i would have, and don't worry, i am indeed not a fan,"

silence again.

"well?" he asks, starting to fidget.

"hmm?" i look up at him and it takes a while for his earlier offer to register in my brain again and when it does, i start to sputter a little, "are you sure you won't mind? your dorm mates won't mind?"

"you've been waiting longer than i have and those morons are probably wasted somewhere," he shakes his head, "we'll slip in and out quickly, they won't notice and i don't mind,"

i think for a bit and my bladder decided to remind me that i was in desperate need of a bathroom so i nod, "sure - yeah, if you're sure, i'd appreciate it, thanks,"

"c'mon then," his head jerks in the other direction and i follow atfer him, almost getting lost in the crowd of people, but he was nice enough to glance back every once in a while to make sure i was still following after him.

the lights were brighter when we got to the main room, but he never turned around long enough for me to see who he was, but i could tell he was well dressed. extremely well dressed for a house party but dishevelled enough that he didn't look too out of place. i shake my head again, realizing that i was getting to lost in my own drunk thoughts, and when a pair of dancing students nearly separated me from him, i instinctively reached for the back of his white button-up and he looks back immediately and my hand drops as quickly as i reached for him when i realize who he was.

"regulus black," i murmur, my hand drawn to my chest like i had been burned.

no one was immune or deaf to the rumors about him, about his family. as unapproachable as he seemed, he was a decent enough person inside of the classroom in the sense that as a partner, he was more than capable of carrying his own in a task, basing on rumors, of course. it didn't help that he was also a beautiful man, though i would never say that out loud. i totally understand why the girls in our year found him attractive even though he was intimidating.

"still need the bathroom or do you not wish to be seen with me?" regulus deadpans and i am reminded that we are standing in the middle of the dance floor.

"aren't you worried about the rumors that could start if someone saw you taking me into your room? regardless of the real reason - which people will totally ignore,"

"i don't care at this point," he rolls his eyes, "hurry up if you still want to,"

i did. i still wanted (and needed) to use his bathroom. worries about rumors be damned.

his friends - crouch and rosier - had intercepted us at the steps and the music was too loud for me to comprehend what they started teasing him about, plus the way that i was still reeling from the fact that regulus black just offered for me to use his bathroom.

he taps on my shoulder and i look up at him, blinking and trying to ignore the looks barty and evan were giving us both out of the corner of my eye.

"wait -" i pause when we're halfway up the stairs, introducing myself with a shaky extended hand and he looks at me curiously.

"i thought i'd introduce myself before i intrude in your private space,"

he looks almost amused, glancing at the ground with a shake of his head and he takes my hand in his, shaking it firmly, "regulus, regulus black," he smirks and i feel my heart beat faster, "delighted to make your acquaintance."

[ barty crouch jr. ]

i was not a party person. maybe half a party person but not exactly the most social butterfly that i go hunting for parties just that if i was invited, i'd be more inclined to attend so long as someone was with me.

and right now, the *insert colorful insult here* that invited me to a party hosted by the slytherin quidditch team for their well-fought win against hufflepuff was no where to be seen.

re-entering the room after not seeing him anywhere outside, i sigh, feeling a dull throb in my temples as i contemplated just leaving without him and pretending to wave away his half-assed apologies for leaving me alone at a party tomorrow morning.

turning back to the door, sudden chanting of his name had my turning back and scanning the room for where the commotion was - a large table in one of the corners that hadn't been occupied by dancing groups and couples surrounded by a small crowd of people. curiously, i approach it. might as well tell him i was about to leave his ass alone here to navigate his way back to his dorm alone.

i worm my way to the front of the crowd, earning more than a few elbows to the side and snarky comments about taking up the good spot, but i could only gawk as i watched my friend chug a glass (an extremely large glass) of some mystery liquid i was glad i wasn't pouring into my mouth if the strong smell was all we were going on.

"seriously?" i groan, catching his attention when he lowers the glass and the crowd cheers, stopping when he hurls his guts out into a bucket.

feeling the weight of someone's stare into the side of my head, i glance in that direction and i immediately avert my eyes when they do indeed meet someone else's.

"that your date?" the person asks in a cocky voice, stepping closer to my date from the side of the table opposite me.

begrudgingly, he nods, clutching his stomach.

my eyes widen, "i am not -"

"barty crouch jr., love, a pleasure," the stranger - now barty, i suppose, sticks his hand out to me and i hesitantly shake it, which earns another round of cheering from the crowd around me and i fix a sharp glare at my friend, pulling my hand from barty's.

"what did you do?"

"made a bet that he now has to pay for - quite a few of them, actually," barty laughs.

"what does that have to do with me?" i ask snarkily.

"let me explain it to her -"

"he bet me 5 galleons i couldn't drink my own glass of that," barty nods at the now empty glass my friend drank from, "and it just built up from that until he ended up promising me a date with you,"

i stare at barty, then back at my sheepishly smiling friend, the moron was already rubbing the back of his head like he was anticipating when i'd hit him, "you absolutely massive piece of -"

my friend tugs me closer by the arm, whispering, "at least he's cute,"

"that is not the point!"

"i wouldn't have done it if he was ugly," he hisses.

i stare at him, the cogs turning in my head until it finally clicked, "you did this on purpose?" my voice goes up a pitch.

"in my defense, you were super into this guy when you first saw him in one of your NEWTS classes years ago, right?" he lifts his arms to protect himself from the barrage of blows i was about to rain down on him, "you were devastated when you didn't find him anywhere after!"

barty clears his throat and my cheeks warm when i thought he heard our conversation.

"nothing has to happen," barty raises his hands in surrender when i turn to face him, "i can walk you to your dorm and we can call it all even love,"

"i doubt it'll be that easy," i say uncertainly, watching the crowd around us disperse to rejoining the rest of the party.

barty's eyebrow quirks up with the corner of his lips, "don'tcha trust me?"

i make a face that makes him laugh, meeting his eyes head-on before i look away, "we've only just met," i shrug weakly, "can you really blame me for being apprehensive?"

"i suppose i can't blame you," he mimics my shrug and i let a small smile form on my lip.

"aha!" the man laughs triumphantly, "i made you smile,"

"i could have been smiling at anything, there's a lot of stimuli around here, the music, the booze -"

"or you could have just been even slightly amused by me," he interjects.

neither confirming nor denying his statement, i look around to look for my friend so we could both get back to the dorm but the sneaky son of a you-know-what had slipped away while i was distracted.

barty must have noticed how i was looking around because he laughed, "he tapped out when we were talking," he muses, "your friend is one sly bastard,"

"he is," i fume, "starting battles he leaves me to fight -" i give up on looking at him, staring at my fingers as they drum on the table and i sigh, my head drooping before i look up at barty again.

i tell him my name, extending my hand, "barty," i say when his hand envelopes mine, his name rolling off my tongue smoothly, "i hope it isn't too late to take you up on your offer?"

"you mean the condition you were forced into?"

"i'm trying to loosen up here," i grumble, pouting for a split second until i spotted his smirk.

he kisses the back of my hand, "i'll protect you from the dark hallways love, don't worry,"

[marauders-spookfest]

Silencing the Monster by Written_Willis

Rating: E

Archive warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Work Type: Fanfiction

Word Count: 7,750 words

Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

Summary: Only six months after Evan lost his sister and Luna her parents. Halloween looks different. Their home looks different. Everything is different as they try to find their footing. BUT Barty’s antics remain the same and for that, Evan couldn't be more thankful.

[honeybcj]

lil snippet time !

thank u @sommerregenjuniluft and @moon-seas for the tags! im finally getting around to sharing a snippet, and despite it not seeming like it just yet, it is a little something for a jeggy fic idea i have swimming around in my brain!

Sure, there was the occasional helping hand of either Barty or Evan, but when Barty’s idea of helping a friend out is dramatically lounging back on Walburga’s black, velvet settee, an unlit joint hanging from his lips, there was only so much physical help Regulus received.  Barty never cared, that much is true. Where Regulus put on a mask around his family, Barty did the opposite. He’d lash out, a fox-like grin on his mouth, as he did just about anything to drive his father to the brink of insanity. It worked, though. Regulus cannot recall the last time Barty had to speak to his father. It came at a price, a rather hefty one, which meant Bartemius Crouch Jr. had been, for a lack of better words, forcibly removed from ever receiving a single penny from Bartemius Crouch Sr. Of course, Barty shrugged it off, saying something along the lines of not wanting that kind of dirty money, but deep down, Barty buried his secrets and truth, letting it crack his sternum with the sheer mass of unhealed trauma. Barty had never been too good at hiding his pain, no matter how hard he tried. He’d play it off as some sort of joke, refusing to draw attention to his misery because he was cool like that. However, Regulus is more than capable of reading a room. It stems from the years and years of attempting to read his parents and his parents’ circle; it was a means of self-preservation. But Regulus wouldn’t pry, not until Barty was ready. Evan was a bit better about it, or at least he tried to be. His demeanor was a bit rotten, not something that’s uncharacteristic of Evan Rosier, but his typically sullen morbidity appeared to flare up into something a bit more ghoulish. His sunken eyes and pursed lips became more prominent, and Regulus is stuck on the fact that it’s because he stared far too long at the brutally horrifying portrait of Druella hanging just above the second floor landing. The quietness Evan exhibited and practiced was a reflection of the years he spent being silent, still not finding a moment to own up to his own voice and verbalize his every waking thought to a crowded room. That’s where Barty and Evan differ.  It’s not just chance, but a fact that Evan despised Barty for it at first. Somewhere along the way, Evan became a little numb to Barty’s antics, maybe a little fond even. Not that Regulus would ever try to point that out because, despite Regulus’ general disdain towards life itself, he valued his life a little more than to fall victim to Evan’s sadistic fascination of scalpel-carving. You know, any normal person’s favorite pastime.

no pressure tags @fromagony @star4daisy @futurequibblerjournalist @orchideous-nox @ecstarry @itsjaywalkers @arviyya

[risetherivermoon]

thoughts on rosechaser?

ohh my god, yes

i love them, though i havent given them much thought as i have with other james & evan ships, theyre still adorable,

heres kinda the way i see them? idk how to explain it so this is kinda in a monologue type format:

Evan isn’t entirely used to people being that gentle and nice with him. He’s not used to kindness in general. He’s the Rosier heir for merlins sake, why would he? He’s seen as intimidating, since being a part of a fairly renowned pureblood family makes him. He doesn’t particularly try to change how people see him either.

Not because hes overly confident or that it’s correct, but because Evan is too tired to try with any of it. He doesn’t want to interact with anyone else anyway, he’s fine with being somewhat of a sidekick to either Regulus or Barty’s antics. He knows that he’s never seen as “Evan” but as “The Rosier’s Son” or “Crouch and Black’s Friend.” He’s aware that given how loud and big Barty is, and how well known and smart Regulus is that he won’t ever get the spotlight for himself, and honestly he doesn’t care about that all much. He’s fine with not being his own person. He holds no resentment for his friends because of this, he’s happy to step aside and watch them instead of getting involved. He isn’t used to getting help or kindness offered to him, he isn’t used to getting love without repercussions.

James isn’t used to being seen as more than a perpetual force of positivity. He’s not used to people noticing when he’s down, because he uses his postivity as a shield. If he ignores the feelings they’ll go away.

Because James wants to help all of his friends with their problems, he needs to help them and support them. Sometimes this means disregarding his own wellbeing and James is fine with that, he’s fine not getting any of this attention reciprocated. Because he doesn’t have it as bad as the others, who have their issues and their anxieties. Remus with being a werewolf, Sirius with his family, Peter with his worries…everyone else. They all have problems that James can help with and he gladly will. He will gladly be an anchor for everyone he knows. Maybe it feels tolling sometimes, and maybe he wishes everyone would see that he’s being effected, maybe even his parents…but James knows that it’s because he doesn’t let them see it, and then he remembers why he does it and the thoughts stop.

Maybe these are the reasons why Evan Rosier was so surprised by James Potter offering to help him find a book in the library, and why James started to wave to him him in the halls. Maybe all of this is why James was so shocked by Evan checking up on him, by him noticing the things that James is scared of. James finally feels like he can lay himself out to someone and they’ll accept him, and Evan finally feels like he’s his own person, like he’s noticeable and worthy of being noticied. Maybe this is why everything started to work out for them, because they had eachother.

honestly this is making me want to write more of them… but this is what ive got! i hope that was understandable. ive recently been really intrigued by Evans character, ive been writing a moonrose fic thats evan centric (and pretty angsty) so its been helping me understand him a bit more, if that makes sense??

anyways, thank you for the ask :D I love the two of them, and their ship is really cute

[department-of-landing-strategies]

So I saw a tumblr post on tiktok about Trevor (Neville's toad) being pulled out of the cup as "Trevor Longbottom" and like a totally sane Percy fan it got me thinking, what if Percy was also involved in this.

We start before the champions are chosen. Barty Crouch Jr manages to mess with the cup that's choosing the champions and puts Harry's name in. Meanwhile, a group of Gryffindor 7th year students joke about putting Trevor into the cup under Trevor Longbottom. Let's just assume that the magic involved in the cup means that it knows what students are in the school at the time the tournament is being hosted. Someone then puts Trevor in as Trevor Longbottom sometime between Harry's name being put in and the champion choosing. Since Trevor is a pet and not a student, it only gets registered as a possibility because of the meddling needed to make Harry's name come out as a 4th champion.

Cut to the champion choosing with Crouch Sr watching Dumbledore read out the champions that got chosen and Bagman in the side chamber that the champions go to. Since Crouch Sr is there, Percy is also watching Dumbledore read out the names the cup chose. Everything is going smoothly. Then the cup chooses a 4th champion, and turning out to be a 2nd Hogwarts champion when Dumbledore reads out the name "Trevor Longbottom". Obviously the teacher are confused and questioning if Alice and Frank had a 2nd boy. Majority of 3rd years and younger don't know who that this and some are curious who that is because the thing to remember is that Percy's to Ginny's years at least is small compared to the usual Hogwarts year size due to the 1st wizarding war so it's a lot easier to remember who's in what year if you really tried. The 4th years and up are either curious as to who it is or having varying reactions to the fact that Neville's toad just got chosen as a champion. The latter's mostly the Gryffindor table but it can be seen on the other tables such as Luna (a 3rd year Neville's friends with) and Penny (a 7th year whose heard about Trevor's antics from Percy) on the Ravenclaw table. Neville's just sat in shock because he's sure he didn't have anything to do with Trevor's name being pulled besides Trevor being his pet but he's going through his memory as quick as possible in case he did have something to do with Trevor being a 4th champion. Percy, meanwhile, very quickly gets over his shock of Tervor being pulled and gets to work trying to convince his boss to move on without mentioning the fact that Trevor is a toad for reasons I don't have the energy to come up with rn before Neville has to bring his toad up to the teachers area of the Great Hall. Crouch Sr having had a son concludes that Trevor is a friend or lover of Percy's that's currently sick because why else would his assistant cover for someone that failed to show up for a mandatory feast. Ultimately, he moves on while entrusting Percy to relay the rules of the tournament and the contents of the magical contract binding the champions to their participation in the tournament (which Percy later offers to share with the 3 human champions chosen) to this Trevor person.

Cue a Percy and Neville centric A-Plot of this au version of GOF featuring a friendship forming between Percy and Neville, Crouch Sr finding out that Trevor is a toad sometime between Rita's interviews and the First Task, sirens going off in someone's head about Percy being put in charge of the tournament and the consequences of Trevor being entered into the tournament for both Percy and Neville. The B-Plot is Harry just having a semi regular school year while Crouch Jr is coming up with ways to get Harry into the graveyard to resurrect He-Who-Only-Feared-Dumbledore. If we want to add shipping for Percy, then I would say the main four options are the champions and Penny. Obviously, there are other options, but I think the champions and Penny are the most obvious. We can maybe even throw Neville having a crush on Percy that could maybe turn into something post-Hogwats depending if we go past GOF into the shipping pot as well

[juniorlore]

barty 100 percent idolised bellatrix black and the absolute chaos and wickedness she is.

obviously they were a bit further apart in age so i imagine ickle little first year junior just seeing bellatrix from afar and just being so awed at what she could do. they never spoke a word to each other once while at school (she thought he was annoying) but they did have a sense of camaraderie once they got out of hogwarts and joined the death eaters

[lovejamespotter]

Regulus had been sitting down for 6 minutes, give or take, and he already wanted to leave.

He made the mistake of telling his friends he thought the server was cute. To be honest, he blames himself for this — he told Barty Crouch Jr. he found their waiter attractive. Dorcas just had to join in on the teasing, Evan simply smirked at his boyfriend’s antics, and Pandora looked at least a little bit apologetic but she did find the situation amusing. He regrets every life decision now.

The server in question had just come over to fill the group’s water glasses.

“Good evening, I hope you’re all doing brilliant. My name is James, I’ll be your server tonight. Are you ready to order any drinks?”

Regulus hadn’t heard anything after the first two words because he was absolutely mesmerized by the Adonis man standing on the other side of the table. His brown skin was glowing from the sunset peering in from the windows, a beautiful contrast with the white dress up shirt he was wearing (which did nothing to hide those huge, gorgeous biceps). He had brown eyes and a ravishing smile that shines brighter than Times Square at night. Regulus’ brain was mush.

And then he was gone. The most beautiful man he had ever seen, gone.

“You okay there, Reggie?” Pandora asked, a soft voice coming from his right.

“I think my heart just skipped a beat,” he whispered, one hand on his chest.

“Sometimes I forget you’re as dramatic as your brother,” Barry muttered before taking a sip of his water glass.

“I’m serious—”

“No, your brother’s Sirius” Dorcas interrupted with a smirk on her lips.

“Piss off, Dorcas,” He gritted out, “I was just- that guy, he was nice. He, uh, looked nice.” Heat started creeping up his pale cheeks.

“Oh, yeah? He looked, nice?” Another smirk appeared on the taunting girl’s face.

And that’s how it begun.

Some kissing sounds from Barty while rubbing his index fingers together, Evan speaking nonsense in a high pitched voice, — “Wow, he’s so hot. Omigosh, what a beautiful man, I want to kiss him” — and some giggles coming from Pandora.

If Regulus wasn’t religious before, he certainly was at that moment because he was praying the ground would swallow him whole.

The sound coming from his table just disappeared when he stopped James at another table. He was scooping in his pockets to find some change while cracking up jokes with the girls at the table. One of them was fluttering her eyelashes up at him and giggling at whatever James was saying. He turned his head for a quick second and made eye contact with Regulus, whose heart did a front flip in his chest.

James waved at him quickly before bidding his goodbyes to the table he was at now and walking towards Regulus’.

“Is everything okay here? Ready to order, or have any questions maybe?”

Dorcas immediately perked up, “Yes we have a lot of questions! What’s your number?”

“Dorcas, what the hell!”

“Reggie, let the man answer her question!”

James let out a nervous laugh, “Hah, I’m very flattered but I don’t think I can hand out my phone number here at work. You’re very pretty but not really my type?”

Barry chimed up, “So what is your type?”

“Boys.”

The whole table gasped and got excited while Regulus was just hiding his face in his hands.

“Well for example, what do you think of Reggie here? Would he be your type?”

“Evan, I swear to god.”

“I mean yeah, he’d be my type.” Regulus’ heart stopped.

“Well! What a coincidence, he said you’re pretty cute too!” Pandora said with a beaming smile.

“Actually, he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous and he wants to marry you.” Barty added, as usual being a little shit.

“I never said that, you jerkoff!”

“You implied it!”

“I just said he looked nice.”

James cut in during the bickering, “Okay, I’ll let you some more time to look over the menu.” And then he left quickly.

Regulus sighed and got up from his chair, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Reggie-”

“Panda, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

He walked away from his table and towards the bathrooms. He opened the faucet and splashed water on his face, cold droplets dripping down to his neck and on the sink when he dropped his head down.

His head snapped up when the door opened and his server walked in, smiling when he noticed Regulus.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” Regulus replied.

“That was… something?”

“They’re idiots and I hate them,” James smirked at the other boy and took a step towards him.

“Sure you do.”

A silent took over the room, Regulus looking everywhere but in James’ direction, whereas the latter’s eyes were roaming all over the shorter boy.

“So I should probably go—” Regulus said while taking a step towards the door.

“Can I have your number?”

He blinked and his mouth opened for about 5 seconds before saying, “What?”

“You have a phone, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Your phone has a number too?”

“Of course.”

“Well that’s what I want. The number to your phone. Am I saying that right? You get what I’m asking here?” James kept going with an amused smile.

“Um, y-yes. I understand what you want. I can give it to you?”

James fished in his back pocket, took out his phone and made a new contact for him. Regulus hesitantly grabbed the phone when it was handed to him, but he still put in his number.

James used that opportunity to admire Regulus’ face when concentrated, the little black curls on his head and how the Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed.

Regulus handed the phone was to its owner, “I should probably go now or my friends will send an amber alert.”

“All good, good luck with them, Reggie.”

“Thank you, James.” He stuck out his hand for a professional handshake.

He regretted it immediately and almost hid his hand behind his back when James grabbed it and unexpectedly gave a peck on his knuckles.

“Okay, I should really go now or I will lose all self control. Bye, James.” He opened the door and walked out while James said behind him, “Bye Reggie!”

Reggie got back to his seat with a flushed neck and rosy cheeks.

“Reg, we’re sorry. I hope we didn’t make you too uncomfortable,” Pandora immediately said.

“Yeah, we went too far. Are you okay? You look flushed,” Barry asked.

“I’m good, I just needed to pee. No worries.”

James suddenly came over to the table, subtly smirking. “Alright, we all ready to order now?”

Reggie just looked over his menu with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

au where regulus goes to a restaurant with barty evan dorcas and pandora and regulus says their server, james, is cute and when barty tells james he smiles and throws a pick up line meanwhile regulus is blushing like an idiot

[ellecdc]

mother I have a request if i may

the "i can do it myself" girl with "i know u can but sit down and let me" man aka barty

love your work lovie 🦋🦋

I've had this request saved for two months, and then last week when I was building my bed frame I was like "omg! this is it!", so THANK YOU for your request and for your patience in my writing <3

Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who can do it herself [538 words]

CW: the very last piece of dialogue is suggestive but SFW and not explicit

You’d been so focused on the next step in the assembly of your bed frame that you hadn’t even heard Barty’s arrival until he let his bags fall to the ground with a thunk and he gasped theatrically at you, causing you to drop the allen key in surprise.

“Treasure!” He whisper-shouted at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh my god, Barty.” You let out breathlessly. “You scared me.”

“What are you doing!?”

You looked over at your almost half-assembled bed frame feeling rather chuffed at your progress. “I’m building my bed frame! Doesn’t it look good?” You asked proudly; your face falling when you turned at Barty’s silence to see his face contorted in what looked to be… offence? 

“Without me?” He deadpanned at that.

You blinked at him dumbly, a bead of sweat from your efforts moving from your temple to your jaw as you considered him. “What?”

“You just go ahead and start building stuff? Without me? When you have a completely competent and useful boyfriend who literally exists to build stuff for you?”

“Barty, I can build my own bed frame.” You chided, looking down at the instructions that actually contained zero words and only pictures.

You could build your own bed frame, and you’d been doing a damn good job at it too, thank you very much. 

“That’s not the point, babe.” Barty muttered as he stalked over to you and ripped the instructions out of your hands (pressing a gentle kiss to your head in consolation) and ignoring your petulant “oi!”

“I had it handled!”

“Yes, and now I’m here.” He argued without sparing you a glance.

“Barty.” You scolded severely. “I’m not useless. I can do things for myself.”

You watched as Barty’s shoulders fell and he lifted his head to look at you softly. 

“Treasure, I am more than aware of how capable and competent you are; that was never the issue.”

“Then what is this issue?” You asked him, reaching back for the instructions only to have him hold them out of your reach and taking your outstretched hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“The issue is that you shouldn’t have to do things for yourself; not always, not right now. Let me do this for you, yeah? It makes me feel good.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, so this is actually rather self-serving, is it? Doing my chores makes you feel good about yourself; it has nothing to do with me?”

“Now you’re getting it.” He agreed with a wink before moving his gaze between the progress you had made thus far and the instructions. “Not letting me do this would be really quite selfish, babe; do you never think of others?”

“Terribly sorry, Bee.”

Barty scoffed teasingly. “You should be; I’m dating a very rude girl.” 

“That’s mean; you’re mean.”

Barty looked at you incredulously. “I’m literally building you furniture right now.”

You shook your head at your boyfriend's antics and sighed. “Well what am I supposed to do now?”

“You sit there and keep looking pretty, Tres; then we can break in this bed frame.” 

He almost looked offended at the bark of laughter that elicited from your lips.

[shiftingwithmars]

Barty Crouch Jr fanfic

Just thought of this cute fanfic☺️

Summary:After an argument, you refuse to sleep in the same room as Barty.

Warnings:Fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of drinking, me being in love with Barty<3

Barty glared down at you as he spoke in a very angry tone. After a party in the Gryffindor common room and some poor choices, you ended up in the Slytherin dorms with a drunk Barty yelling at you. You huffed as you stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re going to be this stubborn, then I’m not sleeping in here tonight.” You declared as you began to walk towards the door. “Really? Are you trying to get on my nerves?” Barty asked with a huff as he pulled you back towards him. “Barty, I am not sleeping in the same room as you when you’re acting like this. Straighten your shit out, then we’ll talk.” You spun around, exiting the dorm before Barty had a chance to reply.

You woke up with a small groan, looking around the room. You weren’t in your dorm anymore, but instead you were in Barty’s dorm. Barty laid on top of you, practically pinning you down so that you couldn’t leave. He buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “Mm…” He hummed contently. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends antics, running a hand through his soft hair. “Did you seriously kidnap me from my dorm?” You asked with a slight chuckle. “Of course I did. You really think I would let you sleep alone tonight?” Barty questioned, smiling softly. “I love you.” You smiled at Barty’s words, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you too.”

[theenchantedecho]

The Magical Masquerade: Secrets, Scandals, and Enchanting Escapades at the Ministry's Annual Soiree

The British wizarding society's most anticipated event, the Ministry of Magic's annual Magical Masquerade, surpassed expectations this year. Witches and wizards from all corners of our enchanting land gathered last Saturday, dressed to the nines in their finest robes and most captivating masks. And, of course, no magical soirée would be complete without a touch of scandal, gossip, and a few peculiar occurrences. Fear not, dear readers, for your trusty correspondent at The Enchanted Echo was there to bring you all the tantalising details.

The Masked Marauders: A Tale of Mischief and Mirth

As the bewitching hour approached, the ballroom was abuzz with chatter, laughter, and the rustle of silk and velvet. Amidst this whirlwind of glamour, a group of masked pranksters – allegedly known as the Marauding Mages – couldn't resist adding their own touch of mischief to the festivities. Our sources claim these young wizards are notorious for their mischievous antics and have a knack for leaving even the most discerning Aurors scratching their heads.

As the evening progressed, the Marauding Mages set their magical schemes in motion, enchanting the dessert table to serenade guests with bawdy ballads and transforming the dance floor into a marshmallow trampoline. "I've never seen such a wickedly delightful display of magical mayhem," exclaimed one enchanted attendee. "But who were those masked rascals? That's what we all want to know!"

Love Potion Pandemonium: A Bewitching Twist on Romance

The Magical Masquerade wouldn't be complete without a touch of romance, and this year's event had it in spades. Love was certainly in the air, thanks in no small part to the evening's enchanted beverages. But hold your hippogriffs, dear readers! It seems someone had spiked the punch bowl with a particularly potent love potion.

Witches and wizards alike found themselves captivated by the most unexpected infatuations, resulting in some rather surprising pairings. Our eagle-eyed correspondent spotted the usually-reserved Minister for Magic, Barty Crouch Sr., completely smitten with a vivacious singer from the popular wizarding band, The Spellbinders. "He's typically all business, but that night, Barty was bewitched!" whispered a gobsmacked party-goer.

The Great Goblin Riddle: A Puzzling Encounter

In an unexpected twist, the evening's entertainment featured a mysterious goblin who posed a series of riddles to the intrigued guests. Only those who could solve his perplexing enigmas would be granted access to a hidden chamber filled with exquisite treasures. But fear not, dear readers, for we have obtained one of these riddles exclusively for you:

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?

Think you've cracked it? Owl us your answers, and we'll reveal the solution in our next issue!

The Enchantment Continues: A Peek Behind the Masks

As the clock struck midnight, guests reluctantly began to unmask, revealing familiar faces and shocking identities. From high-ranking Ministry officials to famed Quidditch players and renowned potion masters, it seemed as though the entire magical community had gathered for this extraordinary evening.

As the final notes of the band's enchanting tunes faded away, the air was filled with whispered secrets, shared laughter, and the promise of more magical adventures to come. And while we can't reveal all that transpired within the hallowed halls of the Ministry, rest assured that the memories (and gossip) from this night will live on in the hearts and minds of those fortunate enough to attend.

In the wake of the masquerade, the wizarding world is abuzz with speculation about the identities of the Marauding Mages and the hidden treasures unveiled by the mysterious goblin. As the intrigue continues to unfold, we encourage our readers to stay vigilant and share any juicy tidbits you may come across.

Until then, dear readers, hold on to your pointed hats and enchanted quills, for there are always more magical escapades, scandals, and secrets waiting to be discovered within the enchanting realm of the British wizarding society. So, polish your wands, perfect your potion-making skills, and keep a watchful eye on the skies for our next issue, filled with more tantalising tales, whimsical anecdotes, and bewitching surprises!

And now, for a bit of interactive fun: we'd like to hear from you, our beloved readers! Share your most amusing or enchanting masquerade memories with us by sending an owl to The Enchanted Echo. Whether it's a hilarious magical mishap or a heartwarming moment, we can't wait to delve into the magical world through your eyes. We'll be featuring the best stories in our upcoming issue, so keep those owls coming, and you might just see your name in print!

So, gather your thoughts, conjure your memories, and join us as we continue to celebrate the magical community's extraordinary talents, achievements, and the captivating mysteries that make our world so enchanting. Together, we'll share our stories, uncover hidden truths, and revel in the magic that unites us all.