Quiet Nights ~
It was late. The sky seemed to have dimmed so quickly. Gray quickly having become black, bathing the streets of Diagon Alley in darkness. The cold night air brushing on skin. The damp feel of the atmosphere clinging to the skin of everyone that braved the streets. Barty wasn’t one of those, he wasn’t one to brave the cool air this evening, no he was sitting warmly in the window of the small shop. A warm cup of tea in his hand. It didn’t get overtly cold but Barty never loved cold or wet, two of his least favorite statuses. Something similar to the Slytherin dungeons, he always hated the weird dungeon under the lake. It was magically dry sure and the fire kept it warm enough, but Barty could feel it in his bones back then and he could feel it now outside.
This was the public. Not the life with his real father, something he’d never say outloud, but Voldemort was the man he saw as a father figure. Someone who actually cared about him for once in his life. No this was the public eye and until they made their final move, until Voldemort took over the Ministry, well until then out here at least he was just good Bartemius Crouch Jr. faithful son and loyal member of the public eye. He hated being ashamed of his allegiances or at least acting like it. He was rubbing a thumb over the glass. He was abentminded if you looked at him, but in reality he was taking everyone in, both inside and out. He was taking in the ways people moved and the way they existed in general. He hadn’t gotten fairly good at it too, he could identify most those he knew by the walk from the corner of his eye.
Sipping the tea he took in the flitting scents of vanilla and earl gray. He heard the background noise of people murmuring in the pub. He liked to come here because he was less likely to run into his father, both out this late or in this pub. He said it was a place for the poor and young. Barty was far from poor, something one could tell at a glance over his clothing. Finest robes hanging from the back of his chair, body draped in a black button up and green tie. His pants a form fitting pair of muggle maid dress slacks. He tapped his shoe along the ground under his table as he heard a noise out of the murmur, someone had said his name. He hadn’t seen anyone he knew when he came in, so it must have been a newcomer. Eyes darted up to meet the face of the other, he sighed under his breath before he gave his trademark smile and put on his show, “Care to join me?” He said offering the other chair with a slide of his foot to move it out for the other joining him.