S'after midnight

[alt_sirius]

Happy birthday, little brother.

Least I have the one up there still.

You fucking pillock.

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[alt_sirius]

Which of you did it, Crouch? The truth, now. Was it you? Or my cousin? Surely not your boss himself - he needn't have bothered, had he?

Or did Reg and my mother finally have enough of each other?

If he really did for himself, then I've the right to call him any type of idiot.

This is family so get out of it.

[alt_crouch_jr]

You dare claim family and accuse those of us who have stood with him?

You want to know who killed him? Look to yourself, then. He looked to you. Always came back to that, measuring himself against your contempt.

Your mother was responsible for herself, but his death is yours to claim.

[alt_sirius]

Stood with him? You mean pushing him forward, forcing him to bend over, more like.

If he had been so concerned with my opinion, he'd've known better than to throw back in with you lot. Never should have joined your maniac poncer in the first place, but then he was always trying to impress the wrong people. You included.

And if you mean I made him think - made him see you murdering butchers for what you are, well then, I'll take that as a compliment. But if you think for a moment I wanted this then you're as deluded and insane as that usurper you call your lord and master.

[alt_narcissa]

Barty, don't.

If he wishes to rail at the heavens ....

I haven't the energy to watch you tie yourself into knots over the likes of that one.

Let be.