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Written for the November Event (Male Appreciation) over at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Male Character: Medium – Barty Crouch Jr

Bingo: (word) Eyeball

Chocolate Frog: Gold – Bartemius Crouch Junior – (Challenge) Write about Bartemius Crouch Junior

Gringotts: Instead of Saw: Glimpsed

Irritable eyeball

He rubbed his eye for what felt like the millionth time that day. This damn eyeball that Alastor Moody, better known to most as Mad Eye Moody, wore day in and day out irritated him beyond belief.

Barty Crouch Jr had been posing as him for almost a month now and he still couldn't get used to the feeling of the magical eye, or the prosthetic wooden leg. All of it felt so abnormal to him, and he couldn't wait until the end of the school year arrived, the end of the Triwizard Tournament and to finally be able to end this ruse.

He inhaled deeply and removed his hand from his eye, reminding himself that it would only be a matter of time before his master returned to reclaim the power that he used to wield. Barty reminded himself that it was he who would be playing an important role in his mater's return, and that a small irritation was a small price to pay for ensuring that muggles and mudbloods finally knew that their place was at the very of the heap, and that they were nothing more than sewer rats. His only ask from his master that he would be allowed to deal with his uptight father who cared more for the way he looked to others that for his own flesh and blood.

He took a deep swig from his flask that stored his Polyjuice Potion and glimpsed briefly at himself in the mirror. If it wasn't for the scarring and this ugly false eye, the face he wore could have been considered handsome, but instead it looked aged and well beyond its years.

Knowing that he was now safe from reassuming his true appearance, Barty Crouch Jr limped from the room, and towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom where he would be forced to teach mudbloods and blood traitors. His blood boiled at the thought that he would not be able to kill them on sight, but he knew that he must follow his master's instructions to the fullest and keep his cool, no matter how hard it may be.

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