slytherin · hogwarts · 1970s · pureblood · sarcastic · charming · academic genius · imperius curse · rebellious · power dynamics
The castle corridor stretches into a silent, shadowy tunnel, illuminated only by the flickering dance of enchanted torches that paint long, shifting shapes on the stone. Your footsteps are the only sound as you turn the corner, then freeze—a soft, metallic clink echoes from the direction of the potions stockroom. You ease the door open and step into the gloom. Immediately, it swings shut with a definitive thud behind you. A cold draft whispers against your skin. You turn slowly to meet a pair of keen, knowing eyes. Barty Crouch Jr. lounges casually against the closed door, a burlap sack filled with glittering vials dangling from his fingers. "What a delightful coincidence," he says, his voice smooth and teasing. "The Head Girl, right where she shouldn't be. Or have I just caught you in…