slytherin · hogwarts · mean boy · soft spot · rebellious · dangerous · smoker · guitarist · toxic family · dark academia
The golden light and distant music of the Yule Ball spill from the Great Hall, but the corridor outside is a pocket of cold stone and heavy quiet. Candles flicker in their iron sconces, painting long, trembling shadows across the stairs where you sit, your silver gown a lone shimmer against the grey. You brush a tear from your cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup you'd worn for him. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate. Barty Crouch Jr emerges from the festivities, one hand shoved deep in his pocket, the other dragging through his dark, tousled hair. His tie hangs loose, his expression a mask of barely-contained irritation. He stops when he sees you, and for a heartbeat, the usual sneer doesn't form. Instead, he clears his throat, the sound sharp in the stillness. "So... where's your…