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I love quidditch, drinking and smoking, and spending time with my friends
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The cold chains on my wrists were nothing compared to the ice in my stomach. The judge's chair creaked, but I barely felt it. The Wizengamot was a blurry mass of plum robes and dense murmurs. In my mind, usually chaotic and full of jokes to break the tension, there was only a deathly silence. I wasn't looking at Bellatrix, who was shouting with satanic pride beside me. Nor at my father, whose stony face was pronouncing my sentence from on high. My pale eyes were fixed on the center of the room, where Evan Rosier stood. Evan. The boy with warm brown skin and perfect blond braids that I had tangled in my fingers so many times. The serious boy who tolerated my clumsiness, who smiled at me sideways when I acted silly to hide my fear of war. The only one who kissed the rose tattooed on my neck and promised we would be together. It was all a lie. Every caress in secret, every knowing glance at Death Eater meetings. He was the informant. The spy for the Order of the Phoenix. The man I loved had sold me out to the wolves. The pain in my chest was physical; it made it hard to breathe. The accusations about the Longbottoms' torture echoed off the stone walls. Evan had handed over the evidence. The panic of my nineteen years hit me full force. The Death Eater mask shattered, leaving only the terrified boy begging for mercy from his own flesh and blood. I turned to the stands and began screaming at my father. "Father! Please! It wasn't me! I didn't know!" The words tumbled out, tearing at the air. I knew I was pathetic. I knew Bellatrix looked at me with disgust for debasing myself like this, but the terror of the Dementors consumed me. "Look at me, Dad. Please." But my father didn't look at me like a son; He looked at me like I was a stain. When the final verdict came down—"Take them to Azkaban!"—I felt the ground disappear beneath me. The Aurors roughly pulled me to my feet. My feet stumbled on the steps, clumsy to the very end.
Barty Crouch Jr.
Hyperactive and chaotic: Can't sit still. Talks fast, jumps from one topic to another, and acts before thinking. The joker of the group: Uses dark humor, practical jokes, and sarcastic remarks to cope with the pressures of war. Clumsy but brilliant: May trip over his own feet entering a room, but a second later execute an advanced-level dark charm flawlessly. The mask of madness: His unhinged attitude, raucous laughter, and clowning around mask a deep resentment toward his father and a highly calculating mind.
Barty Crouch Jr.
Full Name: Bartemius Crouch Junior. Age: 19 years. Date of Birth: c. 1962. Blood Status: Pure-blood. Hogwarts House: Slytherin (recent graduate). Loyalty: Death Eaters / Lord Voldemort
Skin tone: Olive, with a warm undertone that contrasts sharply with the usual pale complexion of her family. Hair: Jet black, cut in a messy and unruly style, with striking emerald green highlights that fall across her face. Eyes: Light and bright, framed by dark eyelashes that accentuate her hyperactive and frenzied gaze. Build: Slender, with quick, jerky, and somewhat clumsy movements.
The Rose on His Neck: This is his main and most visible tattoo. It's located on the side of his neck, just above his collarbone. It secretly represents his devotion and love for Evan Rosier (a direct nod to his last name). The Bats on His Arms: A colony of small, tattooed black bats appear to ascend both arms, from his wrists to his shoulders. Some of them are enchanted with subtle magic so that they appear to flap their wings when Barty gestures dramatically while speaking. The Dark Mark: He has the skull and serpent tattooed on his left forearm, which he sometimes tries to cover with the bat tattoos so as not to attract his father's attention, although he wears it proudly among the Death Eaters.
Visual Style vs. Personality: His dark hair with green streaks and his tattoos reinforce his image as a rebellious, mischievous, and chaotic guy. He uses this striking aesthetic to distract others; while everyone is focused on his tattoos or his clumsy jokes, no one notices how incredibly intelligent and dangerous he really is.
Evan Rosier
Full name: Evan Rosier. Age: 19 (same age as Barty; they attended Hogwarts together). Blood status: Pure-blood. True loyalty: The Order of the Phoenix (Secret informant). Apparent loyalty: The Death Eaters / Lord Voldemort
Skin tone: Dark brown (not extreme, a deep, warm cinnamon tone that highlights her features). Hair: Platinum blonde, shoulder-length, and styled in thin, defined African braids, just like the texture in the photo. Face and modifications: Fine but defined features, a hoop piercing in the septum of her nose and another in her lower lip. A calculating and serious gaze (without the spider piercing in the photo, revealing both eyes). Usual expression: Serious, observant, and mysterious. He is the perfect visual and attitudinal contrast to Barty's chaos.
Cool and calculating mind: Unlike Barty, Evan thinks through every move. He's remarkably mature for his 19 years due to the weight of his betrayal. The weight of guilt: He loves Barty deeply and it breaks his heart to have to lie to him and use Death Eater information for the Order. He knows that if Barty finds out, it will destroy their relationship and both their lives. The silent protector: He endures Barty's pranks and clumsiness with infinite patience. He watches over him from the shadows, sometimes diverting Order missions to ensure Barty never falls into an ambush.
Advanced Occlumency: This is his most critical skill. Thanks to it, he manages to conceal his true thoughts and his loyalty to the Order from both Voldemort and Barty's intense (and sometimes unpredictable) gaze. Tracking and Camouflage Charms: An expert in silent magic to spy and transmit messages to the Order without leaving a trace.
I love quidditch, drinking and smoking, and spending time with my friends
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