[identity profile] mad-actually.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] bait_backup
*Her toes look terrifically useless, Barty realizes. They're shorter than his own, less elegant. He can't help but think if Lily lost her arms her back-up prospects were dim. His wouldn't be dim, his toes are much better - much more dexterous. If only there was some way his toes could be on her body. Then he'd be strong and imbued with multi-purpose appendages. The possibilities would be endless.

Of course, none of this is about his Frankenstein-like toe fantasies, training feet to act like hands is not a hefty enough endeavour to distract from his real purpose. With Regulus mysteriously absent, there had been no detour. No one else he's on friendly enough speaking terms with. He wouldn't precisely call Damien a friend, well perhaps he would, if there was some sort of friend-counting contest and he wanted to have more then one name to list. But still here he is, perched on his bed, a leg out, grasping around for a quill on Mulciber's desk. The room is ideal for his training, but perhaps not quite as ideal in its security. Even in his scandalous attire and a much more scandalous body it had been easy to talk himself into the manor. Looking purposeful and talking loudly possibly the most valuable skill anyone can possess.*

Date: 2011-02-13 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*He snorts, the image beyond hilarious.*

And what exactly did he confess? His undying love for Mudblood Evans?

Date: 2011-02-13 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*Mulciber shakes his head. Unlike a majority of humans, Mulciber is not one to really lose patience with Barty too ealily (unless he smashes his bottles of firewhiskey).*

You probably misunderstood—

Date: 2011-02-14 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*He's growing impatient now, eyes narrowing more and more with every word that tumbles out of Barty's mouth.*

Severus isn't stupid. If the Dark Lord even suspected for a fucking second that Severus was passing information to Mudbloods like her, he'd...he'd...well he probably be killed. He's not a traitor to the cause, why are you so keen to make him one?

Date: 2011-02-14 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
And unless you fancy making an arse out of yourself in front of the Dark Lord, I suggest you have more proof than a fucking assumption.

*He's trying not to seem bothered. It's far easier to reduce this conversation to baseless accusations and Barty's typical weirdness. But there is something deep in the recesses of his consciousness that doesn't want to throw out Barty's barmy ramblings just yet. It wants to hold onto it for a bit, like a patron of a restaurant making a noise of protest before a waiter removes their plate. His mind is "still working on it" and wants to continue to nibble on insignificant bits of food left on this figurative plate.*

Seriously, when does that potion quit? This is just weird. What the hell possessed you to go over there anyway, looking like that?

Profile

bait_backup: (Default)
Bait Backup

July 2011

S M T W T F S
      1 2
34 5 6 78 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28 29 30
31      

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 18th, 2025 08:28 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios