#ch: evan rosier

[majorarcana-rpg]

Shadows of the Asakura

[MISION] Chapter II & III - "A New Menace" & "Inugami"

El Departamento de Seguridad Mágica lleva a cabo la "Operación Raposo", una misión confidencial de alta prioridad que convoca a un grupo de habilidosos magos y brujas del Ministerio y San Mungo con el directo objetivo de detener al líder criminal del Clan Asakura conocido como "Inugami", un licántropo despiadado responsable por el contrabando de semicriaturas.

Solo los esfuerzos conjuntos del grupo designado para la misión podrán llevar a Inugami a la justicia y pagar por sus crímenes en Azkaban.

Sin embargo una nueva incógnita se implanta en los que han podido conocer los terrores del criminal: ¿Quiénes son los Asakura? ¿Por qué han pasado tanto tiempo impunes de sus crímenes? Y lo más importante ¿Cuál es su conexión con las semicriaturas y todo el problema social que las envuelve?

@homenumrevelio-rpg

[owlarchimedes]

Unpublished snippet from my rosekiller scream!au:

Barty fished through his pockets and found a cigarette. It was bent, but still usable. He held it to his lips and lit it, taking a deep breath. It tasted like shit, but that didn’t stop him from finishing it. He ashed it onto the curb and smoked it down to the quick, discarding the butt when he was done.

His fingers started shaking and tapping against his thigh, but he didn’t have another one to curb the ache.

The door behind him creaked open, but Barty didn’t have to turn around to know it was Evan. Reggie and Pandora never followed him out to the smoker’s den, and Dorcas had rugby practice.

Besides, he’d know Evan’s footsteps anywhere.

He sat beside him on the edge of the curb, dropping his backpack to the side. Normally, Barty would offer him a cigarette, and he’d take a puff or two before grimacing and handing it back over. But today he was out.

[cademygod]

the way that 'sun tea in the summer' was supposed to be, like, 20k words max and now its going to finish near-ish 50k

[junkgatorswritings]

The Goblet of Fire

I started reading Harry Potter with the very simple goal to prove that the reason it has so many plot holes is because JKR planned out the Marauder's era A: too late and B: not nearly enough.

This book has a lot and most of it's to do with more general characters which makes sense. Because of this I'm probably going to separate the info into more characters than just the Marauders and Lily.

But let's get into it. I'm getting my page numbers from the Raincoast Books publisher with the cover made by Micheal Wildsmith.

Lily Evans:

She refused to stop shielding Harry when Voldemort told her to move (ch. 14 pg. 238).

A trace of her sacrifice stayed on Harry (ch. 33 pg. 707).

James Potter

James died first while trying to hold Voldemort off and telling Lily to take harry and go (ch. 14 pg. 238).

Snape loathed James while they were in school (ch. 26 pg. 523).

He died straight backed and proud (Voldemort ch. 34 pg. 715).

Sirius Black:

He was sent to Azkaban without a trial because of Crouch (ch. 27 pg. 572).

Peter Pettigrew:

He gave up James and Lily's location to Voldemort (ch. 14 pg. 238).

Bertha Jorkins:

Bertha Jorkins was very nosey and didn't have any brains. She was a few years older than Sirius and James (ch. 19 pg. 366).

Bertha Jorkins had an excellent memory for gossip and never knew when to keep her mouth shut, it got her in a lot of trouble (ch. 27 pg. 580).

Bertha followed someone behind the greenhouses or at least said she saw someone (referred to as he) kissing Florence behind the green house and that he hexed her (ch. 30 pg. 650).

Voldemort / Tom Marvolo Riddle:

He killed his foolish muggle father (ch. 33 pg. 700).

His mother was a witch who lived in the village, she fell in love with his father but he left her when he found out she was a witch (ch.n33 pg. 700).

His mother died in childbirth, leaving him in a muggle orphanage (ch.33 pg. 700).

Voldemort vowed that he would take revenge on the fool who gave him his name (ch. 33 pg. 700).

He says that it appeared that one or more of his experiments for immortality worked because he didn't die (ch. 33 pg. 708).

Death Eaters:

Barty Jr. was caught with a group of death eaters who'd talked their way out of Azkaban, apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 573).

Barty Jr. could have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 574).

Barty Jr. was no older than 19 and a few cells away from Sirius, he died a year later, no one came to collect the body and it was buried by dementors (ch. 27 pg. 575).

Snape was famous for his fascination with the dark arts at school, he knew more curses when he arrived at the school than half of the seventh years. He was part of a group of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be death eaters (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 577).

Part of Snape's group were Wilkes and Rosier who were both killed by Aurors before Voldemort fell (ch. 17 pg. 577).

The Lestranges are a married couple who are in Azkaban (ch. 27 pg. 578).

Avery said he was imperiused and isn't in Azkaban (ch. 27 pg. 577).

Snape was never accused of being a Death Eater, but he's clever enough to get out of it and a lot of them were never caught (ch. 27 pg. 577).

Crouch's Son (Barty Jr.) got twelve owls (Debatable, crouch said this after escaping Voldemort, so his mind isn't really intact ch. 28 pg. 604)

Igor Karkaroff was in Azkaban, and tried to sell out other Death Eater's to get out (ch. 30 pg. 637).

Moody spent 6 months tracking Karkaroff down (ch. 30 pg. 638)

Voldemort had the Death Eaters organized so that no one never knew who all of his supports were except for him (ch. 30 pg. 639).

Karkaroff gave the names of important supporters, people he saw doing Voldemort's bidding with his own eyes (ch. 30 pg. 639).

Antonin Dolohov tortured countless muggles and non-supporters of the dark lord, he was caught shortly after Karkaroff (ch. 30 pg. 639).

Evan Rosier was killed in a struggle with aurors, he took a large chunk out of Mad-Eye's nose in the process (ch. 30 pg. 640).

Travers helped murder the McKinnons (ch. 30 pg. 640).

Mulciber specialized in the imperius curse and forced countless people to do horrible things (ch. 30 pg. 640).

Rookwood was a spy and passed information to Voldemort from inside the ministry (ch. 30 pg. 640).

Augustus Rookwood had a network of spies inside and outside the Ministry to collect information. But the Ministry had already caught Mulciber and Travers (ch. 30 pg. 641).

Snape was a death eater but he was cleared by the council after being vouched for by Dumbledore. He rejoined the ministry's side before Voldemort fell at great personal risk (ch. 30 pg. 641).

Barty Jr. was put on trial with three other Death Eaters who were caught with him, he was shaking and milk white when he was brought in (ch. 30 pg. 645).

Barty begged his father not to send him back to the dementors, and when that didn't work begged his mother claiming his innocence (ch. 30 pg. 647).

The heavy lidded woman (Bellatrix, probably?) declared that Voldemort would be back, and that he would let them out of Azkaban (ch. 30 pg. 647).

In response to 15 in general information Harry then asks if Barty Jr. might have been innocent (ch. 30 pg. 655).

Barty Jr.'s mother saved him from Azkaban, she came and took his place using polyjuice potion and then kept taking it until she died there (ch. 35 pg. 740-741).

The house elf nursed Barty Jr. Back to health and once he regained it his father put him under a number of spells including the imperius curse, once he broke that control all Barty Jr. could think of was returning to service of his lord (ch. 35 pg. 741).

Barty Jr. loved quidditch (ch. 35 pg. 742).

General information:

Aberforth was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat and went about his business as per usual (according to Dumbledore ch. 24 pg. 495).

When Voldemort was first in power it was a very stressful time. people didn't know who was or wasn't working for him. You knew that he could make people do horrible things against their will. People were scared for themselves and their family. Every week there were more reported deaths, disappearances, and torturing. The ministry was a mess and didn't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from muggles. Muggles were dying too (ch. 27 pg. 572-573).

Crouch rose quickly in the ministry, he started ordering harsher measures against Voldemort's supporters. Giving Aurors permission/power to kill rather than capture. Sent multiple people to Azkaban without a trial. authorized the use of Unforgivable curses against suspects (ch. 27 pg. 573).

Crouch became as ruthless and cruel as anyone on the Dark side (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 573).

Crouch had plenty of supporters, they wanted to make him the minister of Magic, but once his son was found to be a death eater he lost most of his support (ch. 27 pg. 573).

Sirius says that Crouch should have spent more time out of the office and got to know his son (ch. 27 pg. 574).

Crouch cared about his son just enough to give him a trial, and even then it was a public display of how much Crouch hated him (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 574).

Being high ranking in the Ministry allowed Crouch and his wife a deathbed visit, his wife died shortly after their son (according to Sirius ch. 27 pg. 575).

Crouch attended a concert with Mr. and Mrs. Fudge with his wife and son, he was very proud of Barty for getting 12 O.W.L.S. (debatable we only find this out after Crouch escapes Voldemort ch. 28 pg. 604).

Ludo Bagman passed information to one of Voldemort's supporters, but he didn't know what he was doing. Rookwood was one of his father's friends and had promised to help get him a job at the Ministry (ch. 30 pg. 643-644).

Crouch looked upon his son with pure hatred (ch. 30 pg. 645).

Barty jr. and the three other Death Eaters captured Auror Frank Longbottom and subjected him to the cruciatus curse because they thought he had information on where Voldemort was. They then tortured his wife Alice the same way when he wouldn't give up the information (ch. 30 pg. 646).

Crouch disowned his son when he was sent to Azkaban, he didn't notice his wife faint when he made the declaration (ch. 30 pg. 647).

The years of Voldemort's rise to power were marked with disappearances (ch. 30 pg. 653).

The Longbottoms were very popular and the attack on them happened after Voldemort's disappearance which caused a wave of fury and demands for the perpetrators to be caught (ch. 30 pg. 655).

Mrs. Weasly once got told off by the Fat Lady for coming back to the common room at 4 in the morning, she was out for a stroll with her now husband. He however got caught by Apollyon Pringle the then caretaker. Mr. Weasly still has the marks (ch. 35 pg. 669).

Crouch loved his wife like he had never loved his son (according to Barty Jr. though he was under Veritaserum so it's likely he truly believed this ch. 35 pg. 740).

The old crowd included Remus Lupin, Mndungus Fletcher, and Arabella Fig (ch. 36 pg. 773).

Questions:

Did Regulus exist when this book was being written? I think not because I feel like Sirius would have mentioned him when he was talking about Snape's friends.

Were other innocent people sent to Azkaban when Crouch wasn't giving out trials?

Where are the theoretical repercussions from sending more innocent people to prison?

Edited on November 28, 2024, to add chapter numbers.

[mymoonss]

moons fic recs ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

i adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly by MiriamMT

main ship : regulus black/james potter

background ship(s) : sirius black/remus lupin, evan rosier/barty crouch jr., & marlene mckinnon/dorcas meadowes

ch count : 33 ☆ word count : 243,799

rating : explicit

smut? : yes

summary & link under the cut!

The Blacks want to marry off their youngest child. He begs Sirius for help and tells him a secret: He is a man and would rather die than be forced to be anyone's wife.

Panicked, Sirius arranges a marriage between his brother and his friend James Potter, knowing that Regulus can be the man he is in the English countryside on James' estate.

James wants to ensure Regulus' happiness, even at the expense of putting his life on hold for a while.

Regulus wants to ensure James doesn't fall into societal ruin because of him.

Sirius wants to be loved.

Barty must decide whether he wants to keep causing destruction or choose redemption.

And Remus is just a very tired butler who watches James and Regulus dance around their actual feelings (literally).

(Trans Reggie; set in the Victorian Age, 1890s. No horrible homophobia or transphobia depicted. Dysphoria is thematised.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49422403/chapters/124723909?view_adult=true

[birlwrites]

I'd love to read about YOU talking about the earth and fire symbolism in lachrimae… and in a few chapters when I start actually picking it up I'd be happy to join the conversation lmao

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

okay SO. of the 4 elements listed in the excerpt from hydromanipulation at the end of ch 4, you would think water would be the most important symbolically, because of the regulus of it all - and it is very important! HOWEVER, it's also, shall i say... low-hanging fruit.

what i've spent much more time on is developing the earth and fire symbolism. fire is death - but in the form of the sun, it's also life, for the earth. phoenixes are associated with rebirth. they die in flames and rise from ashes. both of them can be smothered by water. the water has the power to force a clean slate but it can only do that in vast quantities. otherwise it is evaporated or absorbed - either way, it vanishes.

evan is a rosier and the roses love him and the sun loves him and he smells like orange blossoms and his hands keep regulus grounded

voldemort is fire and ice, an impossibility that should not exist, and when he is stone-carved it's like a statue, or a tunnel, the absence of the rock that used to be there and was chipped away bit by bit

earth erodes - but it re-forms into silt, or sediment, reshaping the terrain, returning in ways it didn't expect.

fire just dies.

[fxreflyes]

ahhh I just saw you already answered, damn these time zones!! can u please tell me about the fic your most excited to write in that case???

hi bel!!!!! <333333 (i am so sorry for the v late reply, the brain fog today has been v real) the time zones are truly horrid, im so sad to be 8 hrs behind u :'(

i think i have talked abt all of my fics so far, which is making me feel like I need more wips HAHA (I do not need more) so i will talk once more abt the one i currently have my word doc open to!! (i think you already saw a post abt it im sorry!!) (summary ask here) (snippet ask here) but it's called hand in hand with the living dead and it is basically all angst. it is sirius suicide fic & he becomes a ghost & meets remus who is also a ghost!

a snippet for u!!

After a few minutes of fevered hacking, his hair lay around him in clumps. The razor clattered to the tile and Sirius was left shivering.

It was a long moment before he got to his feet.

When he met his gaze in the mirror of the motel bathroom, the hollows of his eyes carved two large shadows where his eyes should be, blood trickling from the nicks on his skull. He wiped away the blood on his cheek, and it smeared. He tried a smile, but it was all teeth, like a dog with his fangs bared.

If James could see him now.

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im honestly hyperfixating on this one rn, but probably the 2 im ACTUALLY most excited about in general are my marauders clue au poor boy youre bound to die set in 1954 which i have rambled to u abt sorry 🙈 (summary ask here) and then the spinoff bloodlands which takes place in 1944 on the eastern front w reg, remus, evan & barty!! (summary ask here)

so here is a snippet from the next ch of poor boy you're bound to die under the cut!!

He would have been dead too, if not for a former Soviet guard by the name of Ivan Rosanov. Or, as he later became known, after absconding to France and assuming a new name and identity, Evan Rosier.

With a jaw that could take a punch and hair that could have rivalled the snow for pallor, Evan Rosier had had a comportment as icy as the tundra itself. It was only by the grace of some unfathomable higher entity, that Regulus happened to have fostered an odd friendship of sorts with the one man and one man alone who appeared able to crack that façade like a stick of dynamite colliding with a lake in midwinter.

It was for this reason that Regulus supposed he owed just as much credit to the incessant and unabashed flirting that his cell mate had engaged in as to the guard himself. If it hadn’t been for Barty Crouch Jr.’s dirty mouth and unflinching ability to suffer a beating, Regulus would have long since been a feast for the worms. That was if worms could survive the frigid conditions they had been in. He might have simply slowly decomposed on the ice without even serving the worthwhile purpose of being some critters tea-time snack. He supposed he was lucky that Evan had taken a shine to the way the blood looked smeared on Barty’s lips as he panted, in what even Regulus had to admit was an obscene way, as he was restrained in a chair as he was disciplined for some petty quip. The whole affair was rather sensual, and Regulus was amused and only a little surprised at Evan’s face coloring the faintest bit of red as Barty had turned to him and cooed “Do you like what you see, pretty boy?” right before getting smashed in the face by one of the Death Eaters for mouthing off, his blood and spit splattering through air.

[ibbsterkisster]

Snippet "The veil of Secrecy" CH. 20

Sweat

Sweat.

S W E A T.

It was just dripping.

Dripping down his back.

His shoulders were aching. His arms sore. His back bent. Evan Rosier was sore and no it wasn’t because of an intense duel, it wasn’t because he’d been tortured, it wasn’t for any bloody good reason.

As with most of his inconveniences in life, Muggles were the cause of his torment.

[kaxbrekker]

andrew koji as ah sahm in warrior ( ft. bedroom eyes ) 

[tessasocs]

tessa’s endless ocs: mia rosier in “blood in the water”

since before she could walk, Mia knew she was going to marry one of the Black brothers. Her preference would be Regulus, considering they were closer in age and knew each other better, but she’d take Sirius if he was free. 

When he gets sorted into Gryffindor it’s clear that he won’t be. 

And so the years pass and the promise remains. Mia goes to Hogwarts a year behind her older brother Evan, is sorted into Ravenclaw to the delight of her mother, and is generally considered a success in the eyes of the Rosier family. 

Until her sixth year when Regulus Black approaches her asking about Ravenclaw’s diadem, and Mia Rosier’s life takes an unplannable turn. 

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[miss-bones]

@evanrser​

So I just had the most awkward meeting of my life. The name Adèle Rosier rings a bell for you?

Analisando pelo sobrenome, acredito que seja sua parente? Um doce de menina, devo dizer. Should I expect all this kind of, hm, reception of your family? Just to prepare myself, you know.

[lxceandlovegood]

healerrosier​:

asphodelroot​:

— Lily stayed under, through the sickening twist of apparation, through the uneven jostle of being carried between the two wix, and even through Xeno cradling her against their chest. The careful settling of her on to a bed was not about to be the thing to rouse her.

Merciful, considering the inventory of her injuries. The dislocated shoulder and broken collarbone and arm, with the latter and its accompanying laceration, and numerous small cuts from the bits of glass that were still hiding away in her hair and the folds of her clothing, were the obvious ones, but not the only. Her hair hid the scalp contusion, the outward sign of the thoroughly shaken and bruised jelly of her brain matter, between the blast and the impact in the car. A severe concussion that would need monitoring for a while.

Her lungs were similarly bruised, though it was difficult to tell at a glance; sure her back would be a gory rainbow of bruises, but the real damage was from the rapid expanse of the air in her lungs. Without helped, she would be in danger from blood pooling in her lungs, as well as reduced oxygen intake that could have serious repercussions.

“Ribs,” Evan repeated. “Right, can check on those once I get the diagnostic spell done on Lily.” The prognosis didn’t look good and that was before he reached into the desk that was blocked by the one empty cot in the room, stepping back with two separate sheets of parchment. The plan had been using one on Lily and one to double check on Xeno but that came to a halt when more than one sheet proved necessary after his waving his wand over Lily.

Dislocated shoulder, broken arm, broken collarbone, laceration to the arm, glass embedded in her skin, concussion — He had to look away from the list for a moment and take a few deep breaths before continuing to look over the list. Bruised lungs, bruised back, internal bleeding, barely breathing. Evan didn’t immediately say anything but the first thought on his mind was that things would be better off if they were at St. Mungo’s. Not that he could up and waltz in with her in his care as it was since that would earn enough questions to jeopardize his position. That and his having a gut feeling that trying to move her could prove disastrous. It wasn’t worth the risk and the majority of the supplies were available in the estate. 

As much as he tried to pretend he didn’t care about the people there, he had gone as far as making sure the place was prepped for hospital level care if it came down to it. The only catch was lacking the fancy instruments that could regularly keep track of a person’s vital signs — something he didn’t mind checking in person but hadn’t expected to mean signing up for regularly checking on Lily until certain she didn’t need an eye on her 24/7. 

He summoned the vial of Phoenix Tears from the storeroom and tried not to outwardly cringe at the sound of several things hitting the ground that accompanied its arrival in his waiting hand. A wave of his wand made sure the bed was secured in a way that would prevent Lily from falling out of it if she unexpectedly came to. There was a moment of hesitation where he cast another spell over her form, intent on keeping her under until certain the phoenix tears had done the trick of getting rid of the internal injuries. Evan shifted the cot so it had her sat upright, making it easier to open her mouth and carefully position the dropper of tears over it to allow them to fall. 

He didn’t shift his attention to Xenophilius until certain the use of the tears hadn’t left her blue in the face. “As for you,” He sighed and crossed the room. The curtain around Lily’s bed remained open since he wanted to be able to keep an eye on her. He summoned a new piece of parchment then cast the diagnostic spell, relieved it barely took up a third of the sheet.

“I can fix the ribs but the rest is going to require resting. I can send you home with a salve for the bruises and cuts. Do you think Pandora would be able to handle applying it and keeping an eye on you? You’ve got a concussion from the bus stop.”

@healerrosier, @asphodelroot

Xenophilius was patient as their companion was checked over, the look on Evan's face only confirming what Xeno had suspected. Lily was hurt, and hurt badly, and it would have been smart to take her to St. Mungo's, if only they had a reason for her to be this injured, and they didn't. No one from the Order, save a handful of Aurors and Ted, should have probably even been near the explosion.

Watching in bleary-eyed fascination as Evan worked, Xeno saw when the dropper of Phoenix tears -- meant to help heal her, hopefully as much as they were able -- and knew Evan would wait until it had worked to come back toward them.

Xenophilius could wait, and they did, smiling again when Evan came over. "As - as for me, yes? It shouldn't - shouldn't be too terribly bad. Just my ribs." The diagnostic spell confirmed this a few moments later, and Xeno nodded to themself, wincing a bit at the jarring to their head. They listened carefully, recognizing that their head was fuzzy enough to have bees in it with the way it buzzed. A concussion didn't seem unlikely and it wasn't

"Should be. I'm - I'm sure someone else, too, if anyone pops by to - to check on us."

[evanrvsier]

afterfidelisevent 03: evan rosier’s outfit to the winter wonderland ministry soiree

[mymoonss]

moons fic recs ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

knee deep by orchideous_nox

main ship : evan rosier/barty crouch jr.

background ship(s) : pandora lovegood/xenophilius lovegood

ch count : 5 ☆ word count : 55,650

rating : explicit

smut? : yes

summary & link under the cut!

“Barty? Yeah, I mean we’ve hooked up once or twice, but it’s just casual.”

Just casual. As if they hadn’t just tumbled through the door of Evan’s bedroom at his family’s holiday home in Cornwall, Barty already shedding his jacket as Evan kissed him feverishly. They were the first to arrive, Pandora would be another forty-five minutes and their mother shortly after that. Maybe Barty had got it wrong, that this was how someone should kiss their weed dealer, their situationship, their friend with many, many benefits. Maybe continuously fucking at least once a week for a few months was normal for friends. Evan kissed with his entire being, just a casual amount, and Barty reciprocated as he kicked his shoes to one side and let himself be pushed onto the bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57350368/chapters/145893178

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

What is infinite? the universe and the greed of men. 

[fxreflyes]

Snippet Sunday

thank you so much for the tag @kaaaaaaarf!! <33 here’s a little snippet from the next ch of poor boy you’re bound to die - my marauders clue AU (which i am honestly a little shy to share on here).

Open tag for anyone who would like to share anything :)

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Miss White made a point to be the third of Mr. Boddy’s guests to arrive. She concluded that as the third, she would neither bear the uncomfortable silence that came with being the first, nor suffer through the awkward one-on-one conversation that the second would no doubt be faced with.

Parked in a shadowed spot where she could easily see as the other guests entered the manor, she contented herself with the thought that she had done all she could to be set to emerge from this evening unscathed. From how she had painstakingly quaffed her bob to curl to show the diamonds dripping from her ears to the beretta strapped to her thigh, she had been careful not to leave even the smallest detail to chance tonight. The only potential hiccup she couldn’t prepare for was that the white satin of her dress would be exceptionally conspicuous if bloodstained. There was nothing for it though, she had received a part to play, and she’d be damned if she didn’t play it to the hilt.

Besides, Dorcas Meadows had never been one to shrink away from a little blood.

If things went according to plan, there would be no blood to fret over anyways. The evening would simply run smoothly and safely and there would be no cause for any such concerns. Still, knowing that the first precaution to take before entering any precarious situation was to have a way to extricate oneself from it, Dorcas had arranged for her trusted colleague of nigh on thirteen years, to drive a getaway car.

If she were being honest about the whole matter, Dorcas would have admittedly preferred for his partner (in business and on occasion, pleasure) to have accompanied her, but he had a prior commitment trailing some member of parliament and really, she couldn’t fault him for being booked and busy - no one could do a hit and run like Evan Rosier.

Besides, even with skin littered with countless faded tattoos from a rather unsavory time in Russian prison, clothes shredded from the claws of his pet ferret, and altogether appearing about as reputable a rusted nail, there was no one she would trust more with her life than Barty Crouch Jr.