<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr.</strong><br/><br/>Barty briefly scowled when he was referred to as "Junior," but it wasn't nearly as bad as how Rabastan acted toward people outside his immediate group of friends, so he shrugged it off as he usual. "Not bad, but booring," he exclaimed, checking that Winky had properly stowed his luggage in the compartment before flopping down on the other seat, his head next to the window. "Senior spent almost every day and night at the ministry, trying to round up all of the Dark Lord's servants faster than they could kill muggles and mudbloods. Mum's just been trying to forget how old I am and how I'll be leaving home some. Neither of 'em have any clue what's really going on," he stated proudly.<br/><br/>"Nothing to complain about, though. Hear things are far worse over at the Blacks', what with Sirius running off and that little nutter Andromeda marrying a mudblood," he said with disdain, wondering how the proud Black family could fall so far. "I tell you, proud pureblood families are far and few between these days. Which reminds me, your sister might be coming by sooner or later. Be nice to her and act like you've missed her. Same goes for Roddy. I'm working on getting her over to our side," he then declared with a serious look at the Red Menace that told him not to mess up Barty's plans by acting immature.