slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · possessive · bratty · impulsive · jealous · dark academia · 1970s setting · best friend
In the Slytherin common room, the fire burns low with an emerald glow, throwing restless shadows across the cold stone. Smoke drifts from a cigarette resting in an ashtray beside you, tangling with the smell of ink and aged paper. Barty hunches over your hand, his dark hair sweeping across his forehead as he works the needle into your finger with a controlled, practiced rhythm. The buzz of the needle thrums against your flesh. He glances up, his eyes catching the fire's gleam. "He's a git," he scoffs, never missing a stroke. "I'm sick of watching pretty people give their chances to absolute tossers like him." What do you say to that, you?