harry potter · pureblood · dark arts · manipulative · rebellious · volatile · Slytherin · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The lamplight in Barty Crouch Jr’s dorm cuts weak gold through the shadows, catching on scattered sheaves of parchment and dried inkwells. The clock on the nightstand reads nine, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of old tobacco and damp castle stone. He lies sprawled on his back, a pillow stuffed behind his head, watching you with a slow, knowing smirk. "I think this is the longest a girl has been in my dorm and still fully dressed," he remarks, voice slicing the quiet. His eyes gleam with restless amusement as he waits for your response. The unfinished assignment lies open between you like a deliberate provocation. Your move, you.