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he's soooo sexy everytime i see him i start licking my screen or something nonchalant like that

stupid dumb idiot compilation because i hate him

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Remus: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Remus, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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CHAPTER 2 OF MY ROSEKILLER FIC IS UP YAYAYAY

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Regulus Black/James Potter, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Pandora Lovegood & Dorcas Meadowes & Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr. & James Potter, Barty Crouch Jr. & Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Sr. Characters: Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, James Potter, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Sr. Additional Tags: Chaotic Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch Jr. Needs a Hug, Seer Barty Crouch Jr, long fic, Canon Compliant ish, Not Canon Compliant, actually not at all canon compliant im out here making up new rules for magic, MCD ish, not really - Freeform, dont worry, Barty Crouch Jr and Barty Crouch Sr have a complex relationship, No Beta we die like literally all the marauders, Mutual Pining, Boys Kissing, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Sort Of, can't think of other tags for now, OH complex relationship between Barty Crouch Jr and James Potter, Barty Crouch jr is super duper powerful and also the main character, The characters get spikier as we go along ok, Barty searches for love like a mutt seeking shelter, Evan is convinced he is corrupt, Minor Regulus Black/James Potter, Morally Grey Barty Crouch Jr., BAMF Barty gets unlocked towards the end, we follow the characters through their last years of school and into the war-time btw, That's all 4 now LAV U Summary:

Seer Barty. Need I say more?

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Stawpppp this is so sweet <3 I honestly forgot I'd even written this

rosekiller microfic

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ACE DAY YAYAYAY

here enjoy a rosekiller microfic [1066 words so idk how micro it really is but shhhh] with ace Evan and Barty ‘no homo but I think I love you’ Crouch Jr [I love them so much]

“Truth or dare?”

“Aw come on you guys know me, dare obviously.”

Barty grinned at the circle of his friends sat cross legged all around him.

“Mmm I’ve got one.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow challengingly, everyone knew Regulus gave out the most brutal dares. Barty wasn’t phased though, it was almost impossible to make Barty embarrassed honestly, outwardly at least. Last time he’d taken a dare from Regulus he’d gone around school in bright pink robes for the next week. 

“Bring it on Reggie.”

“I dare you to make out with Evan till I stop you.”

Barty scrunched his nose.

“Oh is that it?”

“Uh rude.”

Evan said.

Barty turned to him quickly, placing a hand on his best friend’s cheek.

“Don’t be like that Goldilocks you know I’m hopelessly in love with you. I just meant Reg usually gives…more dramatic dares.”

“Yeah whatever prick. And who says I wanna make out with this dickhead anyway. It’s Bee’s dare not mine.”

“Aw come on Rosie don’t you think I’m pretty.”

Barty batted his eyes and pretended to fan himself, Evan shoved him to the ground with a laugh. Evan had one of the prettiest laughs Barty had ever seen. He wasn’t gay or anything but the way Evan’s halo of blonde curls bounced up and down gently made his stomach flip. Barty sort of wanted to reach out and run a hand through those curls actually, they looked soft. Evan looked soft, in a big purple hoodie and smooth warm skin and red lips currently stretched out in a big smile that just made his whole face light up. Barty found himself joining in. Evan pulled him up off the wooden floor and ran a hand through Barty’s hair, messing it up affectionately.

“Fine, I guess I’ll do it.”

Barty turned, facing Evan properly and lifting a hand to his cheek as Evan pulled him in by the collar. They were so close now, hesitating just before their lips pressed and all Barty could think was EvanEvanEvan. 

He could smell him, the conditioner he used softly scented of toffee and pears.

He could feel his breath warm and tickling against his skin.

“Come on get on with it. 

Regulus huffed. And suddenly they were meeting in the middle and Evan’s lips were pressed against him and he tasted better than Barty could ever have imagined and and-wow. This was nice. This was lovely. Barty’s hands wandered to Evan’s hair, fingers running through it like he’d imagined only moments ago. But it was so much better than he’d imagined. Evan was so. And it was wonderful. And the way Evan had his arms wrapped around Barty’s waist, pulling him closer made the butterflies in his stomach just soar. He wanted to stay like this forever, just utterly surrounded by Evan. He loved this. He loved- Oh. Oh. 

Oh that’s what this was. 

And it all made sense suddenly.

Evan pulled back panting for a moment and Barty tried to bite back the smile he could feel forming on his face as he saw Evan’s kiss bitten lips. 

He leaned back in again to keep going but Evan glanced his eyes around and sighed.

“Barty.”

He motioned his hand out and Barty glanced around. The room was empty, the others must have snuck out while he and Evan were- he tried to stifle his smile again as he thought about it. He clearly didn’t manage very well because Evan flicked his arm angrily.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, no I wasn’t laughing I just…had fun.”

Evan glanced up at him eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah. We could…keep going. Only if you wanted obviously.” Barty mumbled. 

Evan opened his mouth and then shut it again. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s such a good idea Barty.”

Barty felt his world crash down around him. Or it felt something like that at least.

“Yeah. Yeah it was stupid I shouldn’t have- I uh-“

His words felt like lead in his mouth. He was so stupid. So fucking dumb. He-

“Barty.”

Evan’s voice was soft and grounding. Evan’s hand on his shoulder was even more grounding. He looked up at his best friend.

“You good?” Evan asked.

“Yeah. Thanks. I just shouldn’t have said that.”

“Barty…do you like me?”

“I- yeah. A lot actually.”

It felt somehow wonderful and horrifyingly disarming to admit. He squirmed under Evan’s gaze. Vulnerable, as a rule, was not a thing Barty Crouch Jr strived to achieve. 

Evan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh. Oh same. I really…”

Barty’s breath hitched. 

“Be my boyfriend, please.”

He asked voice scratchy and quiet.

Evan paused. He seemed to be having a conversation in his mind, eyebrows furrowing. Barty reached up and pressed a thumb between his two brows.

“Talk to me.”

Evan sighed softly.

“I can’t give you the things you want in a relationship.”

“Evan the thing I want is you.”

“I know. But I don’t, I hate sex, it just grosses me out and I don’t think I’ll ever want to do it and I know you like it and- and I don’t want you getting bored of just me.”

“How could I ever get bored of just you?” Barty murmured, eyes searching Evan’s face for some kind of plausible answer. Impossible. Because I could never be bored of him.

“Barty there’s no going back if this all blows up in our faces.”

Evan warned but Barty could feel the way his face had edged closer.

“Evan there already is no going back. Besides I never want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

And with that they kissed again. And when they broke apart again it was because Barty couldn’t stop grinning. Foreheads pressed together they breathed gently.

“So will you be my boyfriend?”

Barty asked with a chuckle.

Evan mussed up his hair again.

“What do you think you cunt?”

“Mmm I think your insults won’t work anymore now that I know how irresistible you find me.”

Evan groaned as Barty tugged him up to standing.

“I take it all back, I hate you.”

Barty laughed, pulling Evan to his bed. 

They fell asleep there, cuddling and whispering soft words and gentle laughter till Regulus found them in the morning, curled up against each other with soft smiles.

“Fucking FINALLY!”

Barty and Evan just laughed. 

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Not an ask just wanted to say your bio is iconic, I love it!! Hope this doesn’t bother you. Have a nice day

AWWW THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOUUU

HAVE THE BEST DAY ML <333

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Eyelash

"Eyelash" - Rosekiller Microfic - @rosekillermicrofic - 300 words

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Barty shifted restlessly. "Are you -"

"No," Pandora answered.

"-done?" Barty frowned. "Stop doing that."

Pandora didn't look up. "Stop being predictable."

He made a face, but didn't argue. "Whatever."

Pandora worked in silence for a few more minutes before loudly declaring, "I need a piece of him."

"What?" Barty asked. "Like blood?"

"Like anything," Pandora replied, looking up from her vials. "Skin, blood, hair."

"You want me to yank the hair out of his head?" Barty checked, worried. "He'll notice that."

Pandora shrugged. "Any hair works. Eyelashes are great, if there's one available."

"Ah." Barty hesitated. "Now?"

Pandora gave him an impatient look. "You wanted this."

"Yeah, no, I know," Barty muttered. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands. "Fine. Whatever. I'll just - go up to him and ask for an eyelash. Or a hair. Or something."

Pandora didn't reply.

Someone else did. "Who's hair do you need?"

Barty jerked his head up, eyes wide. "No ones!"

"Yours," Pandora said.

Evan raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"No reason," Barty insisted, throwing Pandora a threatening look.

"He wants to know if you like him," she said easily.

Barty winced. "That's not -"

He cut off abruptly at Pandora's threatening look. She knew too much.

Evan was staring at him. "Barty."

Barty stared at the ground. "Yup."

"We're dating."

"Yup."

"I kissed you less than two hours ago."

"Yup."

"Barty."

"I thought maybe you just liked the sex," Barty blurted out, and immediately squeezed his eyes closed, bracing himself.

Two hands came down on his shoulders, roughly shaking him back and forth. "Barty. Menace of my life. Gremlin incarnate. Look at me."

Barty peeked his eyes open.

Evan shook him a little more. "I like you." He shook him again. "Got it?"

Barty couldn't help the relief in his voice. "Yup."

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Barty Crouch Jr. would be the kind of person to say "gay" when people talk about their feelings like he wasn't head over heels in love with and dating Evan Rosier

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i dont like it when fan fictions make reg this cold, genuinely mean person towards the skittles. like YES he is towards everybody else, but around barty, evan, dorcas and pandora? hes a loser. hes a freaking loser and only they know it.

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Conrad FisherxReader

wrote this fore my friend as a joke but lowkey I think it cooked so here you go (Feat. America's sweetheart Cam Cameron)

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It was a cool summer night, the type that packs a punch when you remember it a few years down the line. One day you will be seized with paralysing nostalgia but in this moment the wind is softly whipping against your face as you breathe in deeply that signature salty air. The party’s pretty much dead now, most people went home after Skye threw up all over the barbecue but you’re amongst the stragglers. Sat on the beach, tipsy and playing a very strange card game that you’re not even sure has rules or a name honestly. Cam made it up but he’s gotten distracted now, texting his girlfriend Isabel and laughing softly at the screen. You don’t really remember whose go it was as you stare into the vast depth of the sea in front of you but it stings your heart slightly all the same. It’s not that you like Cam. Even if people always like to make snide remarks about the fact that he’s your best friend and of course one of you must secretly be in love with the other, as if in the 21st fucking century boys and girls can’t just be friends. Where was this going again? You shake your drunk head, trying to knock some sense into it. Oh yeah, it’s not that you like Cam, because you really, most definitely do not. It just stings being the only one of your friends left that’s still single. Watching as your friends smile down at their phones absentmindedly while your own love life is as barren as the Sahara. 

You’re lost in your own thought when you hear someone clear their throat above you. You look up and to your surprise you see Conrad Fisher of all people. 

“Uh hey Cam, Y/N, can I join the game?”

Cam looks up and smiles when he sees who it is.

“Oh hey Conrad!” Cam gestures for Conrad to join you two and he does, sitting awkwardly between you two.

“What brings you down here?” You ask awkwardly. You hadn’t really spoken to him in years, honestly you hadn’t realised he and Cam knew each other at all.

“Well I-“

“Oh! I’m sorry guys my mom is telling me to come home.” Cam mumbles.

You roll your eyes. Cam’s mother is lovely, you’ve known her since childhood and she’s never been anything but nice to you, still she has a tendency to be a little…overprotective at times.

Cam departs quickly and suddenly it’s just you and Conrad, Conrad and you. You steal a glance in his direction. He looks so different to when you last saw him. His hair is slightly longer now and it falls like little curtains framing his eyes, his jaw is sharper and muscles more defined in his plain white T-shirt. Above all though he looks happier. The last time you’d seen Conrad had been just a glimpse a few summers ago, back when Susannah was still around. He’d looked so different then from the happy little boy you used to play on the beach with, he was moody and always curt, face fixed in a scowl. You hadn’t known back then about the diagnosis yet. You wished you could go back and reach out to him, instead of avoiding him like you had. 

You realise he’s looking at you expectantly and flush slightly.

“Sorry, could you repeat the question?” You mumble and he laughs good naturedly.

“I just asked how you were.”

He says, the smile lights up his face and his hair is glowing like a halo, illuminated by the bonfire light.

“Oh I’m good.” You say, shrugging.

“It’s nice to be back here again.” 

You look out at the ocean as you speak. It’s not a lie. There’s something restless in your bones that stills every time you’re back in Cousins. This place feels more like a home than anywhere else you’ve ever lived, even if you only come here over the summers.

“Yeah I hear that.” 

Conrad nods softly and his hair bounces up and down.

He’s the same, you’ve always known that. While Cam, Shayla and Gigi loved Cousins, it always felt like summers spent here were transient for them. Holidays before they returned to where their roots lay. From what you remember of childhood games Jeremiah, Belly and Stephen were the same. Conrad though, talking to Conrad sometimes felt a little bit more real. Like he was sharper and clearer than everyone else. You had no doubt it was because Cousins meant the same to him it did to you. This wasn’t just a place he visited every summer. It was a home he returned to. 

“Would you wanna go on a walk?”

He suggests casually, pointing down along the beach.

“Sure. The party was dead anyway.” You shrug. 

“Are you sure I’m not dragging you away from your game of…” 

Conrad trails off, a confused smile on his face as he glances down at the cards, arranged in the shape of a star and haphazardly facing up or down with no logical pattern. 

“I’m not really sure either.” 

You laugh.

“Me and Cam were pretty drunk when we started playing.”

You add by means of explanation.

Conrad glances at you with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes and jumps up, holding a hand out to you and pulling you up when you take it. He pulls so hard you very nearly trip over actually, surprised by the sudden strength. He catches you before you fall though, one hand gripping your waist and for a moment you’re breathless. You stare into his green eyes and for a moment it just feels like you and him on that beach, like the sky and the sand stretch on forever just for the two of you. 

Then you clear your throat and straighten up, glancing away so he doesn’t see the red flush on your cheeks.

“Er thanks.” You mumble.

“No problem.” He replies. 

And you’re pleased to hear a small flustered tone creeping into his voice. 

The two of you begin to walk, the sounds of the party fading away into the distance.

“You know I think you and Cam could really strike it big with that game of yours.” He jokes.

“You think?” You quirk an eyebrow cynically as you glance at him.

“Yeah for sure.” He replies.

“I mean it’s got everything a good card game needs. Cards and uh…players.”

“Yeah it’s a real goldmine.” You reply, but your voice has no bite to it.

The night is cold and you’re only in a T-shirt and jeans, away from the bonfire now you shiver, goosebumps raising on your skin.

Conrad seems to notice because a moment later he has wordlessly slipped around your shoulders the hoodie he previously had tied around his waist.

You thank him bashfully before properly pulling it over your head, the fresh scent of seasalt that he always seems to emanate washes over you as you do. 

“Are you sure you won’t be cold?”

You ask.

“If I was cold I would have been wearing it.” He replies with a smirk and you nod at his sound logic. 

“I want to give it back to you if you get cold though. I’m serious.”

You warn. Conrad always had a tendency, to put others first even as a kid. The first person he would always take advantage of was himself. And you didn’t want him doing that for you. 

“Keep it.” He replies, pretty much ignoring your threatening tone of voice. He cocks his head to the side and stops for a moment, just looking at you.

“It suits you. The colour.”

You glance down at the hoodie, a small blush appearing on your face. 

“It’s just red.” You say.

He nods once. 

“Red suits you.” He says, before beginning to walk forwards again.

By the time you arrive at the rocky outcrop the first cigarette you shared has burnt to a little stump. 

You instinctively head towards the rocks. It’s been one of your favourite activities on the beach since you were a child. You have fond memories of clambering out onto the large boulders and watching the waves lap gently against them. 

Conrad chuckles slightly as he sees where you’ve headed and jogs quickly to join you. Another cigarette alight in his hand.

“Remember when we came out here on Summer nine?” He grins softly.

“We got so distracted talking we went missing for like half the day.”

“Hm yeah my parents yelled at me so much.” His grin is infectious and you find yourself smiling too, recalling the fond memory.

“My dad got mad at me but my mom just told me that I was experiencing life in a magical way and that I should cherish the memory.” Conrad jokes.

“That sounds like Susannah.” 

You reply, finding your footing between two rocks wedged together. It warms your heart slightly that he can recall memories like that now. You’d heard from Belly sometime last year that he still wasn’t doing too well, staring off pensively anytime his mother’s name was mentioned. 

Finally you arrive at a large flat rock, your favourite to sit on and wide enough for him to join you, turning back you look at him. He’s just a little bit behind you, arms outstretched for balance and cigarette in his mouth. 

When he arrives he takes it out and passes it to you. You breathe in deeply and then blow out the smoke, watching it fade away into the night sky. 

You both sit and you hold the cigarette, pinched between your index and middle finger, out to Conrad. You expect him to take it from you, instead he just leans forward and places his lips gently on the edge, drawing in a breath. 

“I feel like it’s been so long since we last talked.” He says suddenly, voice full of some unreadable emotion.

“Yeah well I had my internship last year and the year before that…” you trail off, no need to remind him of those bad times.

“Yeah.” His voice is guarded now.

“And I mean I never even got your number to keep in touch between summers.”

He adds a moment later, quelling the guilt that had started building in your stomach.

“You can get it now if you want.”

You pull out your phone and hand it to him, ignoring the way your heart races when your hands brush. It’s because he’s your friend. Your childhood friend that you want to keep in touch with. That’s why getting his number sends a giddy leap through your heart.

He hands the phone back to you a moment later and you look down at the new contact. 

He’s written his name as ‘Connie❤️’. The nickname you used to call him as a kid.

You wave the phone under his nose with a smirk.

“And now you have absolutely no excuse to ignore me.”

He clutches his head and throws it back in mock anger.

“No how could I have been so foolish!” He exclaims and you break out into laughter.

“Hey you know.” He leans in slightly closer and you can feel his breath lightly graze your face. His features are illuminated by the soft moonlight that casts them in an almost ethereal glow. 

“I’m feeling kind of cold now.” He murmurs. It takes a second for what he said to really register because you are too absorbed staring at his eyes, his lips. You blink a few times before realising what he’s said and go:

“Oh my gosh I’ll give you your jumper back right now!”

You’re already lifting it up to pull it off when he shakes his head with a gentle smile and leans in pressing your lips together chastely. 

There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at him and suddenly his hands are threaded in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you in. Your own hands have found their way to his back, wrapping around his waist.

The kiss builds slowly, getting faster and deeper and he taste like some sweet sticky cocktail that you can’t seem to get enough of. That scent of seasalt practically enveloping you now in his arms. By the time you break away you’re both panting and you’re pretty sure your own face is matching the foolish grin on his. 

“I um… I should probably go.” You mutter, remembering you have work tomorrow.

“You should come visit me at the Café, if you want that is.” You add the last part hastily, a nervous flush spread across your face. Conrad just laughs.

“Maybe I will.” Is all he says.

You get up and make your way off the rocks.  You’ve walked just a few metres away when you hear him call out to you again. You turn to see his figure stood up and waving.

“Hey don’t be a stranger!” He calls.

“Text me, you have my number now.” He adds a moment later.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“Maybe I will.” 

Is all you shout back, before turning away and making your way home.

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reminder that you don't need to roleplay with AI to cope

instead...

crack open AO3 (or even Tumblr) and write a fanfiction. you control everything that happens

roleplay with actual people. you can find people very easily. i literally used to roleplay with marauders accounts on this site.

listen to audio subliminals. i can 100% give reccomendations

you don't need AI to feel connected to your favorite characters.

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Heeeey y’all, long time no see...Anyway im shamelessly advertising my new fic PLS GO READ IF U HAVE TIME GANG🙏🙏🙏 Jk no pressure tho.

Im hoping to turn this into a proper long fic so lets see where it goessss

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Regulus Black/James Potter, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Evan Rosier, Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Pandora Lovegood & Dorcas Meadowes & Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr. & James Potter, Barty Crouch Jr. & Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Sr. Characters: Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, James Potter, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Bartemius "Barty" Crouch Sr. Additional Tags: Chaotic Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch Jr. Needs a Hug, Seer Barty Crouch Jr, long fic, Canon Compliant ish, Not Canon Compliant, actually not at all canon compliant im out here making up new rules for magic, MCD ish, not really - Freeform, dont worry, Barty Crouch Jr and Barty Crouch Sr have a complex relationship, No Beta we die like literally all the marauders, Mutual Pining, Boys Kissing, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Sort Of, can't think of other tags for now, OH complex relationship between Barty Crouch Jr and James Potter, Barty Crouch jr is super duper powerful and also the main character, The characters get spikier as we go along ok, Barty searches for love like a mutt seeking shelter, Evan is convinced he is corrupt, Minor Regulus Black/James Potter, Morally Grey Barty Crouch Jr., BAMF Barty gets unlocked towards the end, we follow the characters through their last years of school and into the war-time btw, That's all 4 now LAV U Summary:

Seer Barty. Need I say more?

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I’m so happy I got this shot earlier holy shit

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Regulus, getting worked up: You come into MY house—

James: This is our house!

Regulus: —and you take MY hoodie?!

James: This is my hoodie!

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"marlene has a crush on euphemia" true.

but do y'all know who has the biggest, fattest, most insane crush on fleamont potter?

barty.

he met james' parents on a little gathering they threw for regulus' birthday and obviously he (along evan, dorcas and pandora) was invited.

guess what happens when barty daddy issues crouch jr. met fleamont "wow barty, you got 12 O's in your OWLs in fifth year, you're such a nice boy, im so glad we can welcome you into the family, son" potter

take a wild guess.