One thing about Bartemius Crouch Jr; he had a vast fortune to his disposition, hence why he was dressed in extremely expensive clothes that still highlighted his personal unpolished style. From Balenciaga trousers, to chunky off-white rings, that money was there, and it was going to be spent.

His father’s job as a lawyer was what allowed him to have this fortune to use in the first place. Artemis Crouch Sr wasn’t exactly all that aware of his son’s purchases, but neither did he seem to care.

But Barty didn’t only buy things for himself, no. The trust fund money also went to fulfil Barty’s partner’s desires. Words of affirmation weren't Barty’s cup of tea when it came to love-language— he would much rather hold your hand as you pinpointed everything in the mall you wanted to get. It felt a bit ridiculous, letting your boyfriend spent thousands of pounds on you as if they were mere pieces of paper. Yet the man was always quick to reassure you had nothing to worry about.

Barty’s only condition was that you’d make use of the wide arrange of your favourite perfumes, and pieces of jewellery you now had in your possession thanks to him. The sight of his partner wearing the clothes he had bought for them was rewarding enough, sparking a flicker of pride inside of him.

The mall was filled with indistinct conversation among individuals with backgrounds akin to that of Barty. God forbid, he was caught taking you shopping somewhere that wasn't filled with top-brand stores.

The onset of the holiday season engendered a particularly strong desire to procure gifts for one's loved ones, accompanied by particularly indulgent shopping offers. Barty had taken the particularly kind initiative to accompany you in your Christmas-related travesty.

“Alright, anyone else missing?” Barty mused, shooting a glance your way, one arm around your shoulder, and the other holding five different bags of presents you had selected.