<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr.</strong><br/><br/>"Sure, whatever," Barty replied, knowing Rabastan would never just agree to help him manipulate his sister. Anything Rabastan did for you had to come at a price, even if you were one of his closest friends. "I'd just rather teach her out way of thinking now rather than later. If she ends up with the Order of the Phoenix after she graduates, she might end up killing a few Death Eaters before that damned group falls apart, and then we'd<em>have</em>to kill her. Best not to waste such a pretty example of untainted blood, you know?" he said with a grin, feeling safe that Rabastan wouldn't give a damn how Barty took advantage of his sister.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back out the window, he let his thoughts drift away from that naive little Gryffindor and back onto more casual matters. "By the way, Bella's already onboard if you want to say hi. She was sitting alone, though, so watch out: she may be in one of those moods," Crouch warned. When Bellatrix Lestrange was in a bad mood, it wasn't unheard of her to hex anyone that happened to be nearby, regardless of whether or not they were her friends. He found that out on their first year when he teased her about her hair right before a quidditch match, only to have his broomstick turn into a rather angry serpent halfway through the match.