barty crouch jr · harry potter · hogwarts · amortentia · obsessive · dark academia · queer · manipulative · vulnerable · intense
The Great Hall thrums with the subdued drone of morning conversation. Sunlight, thick and golden, slants through the high windows, pooling like honey on the long oak tables. Platters of eggs and sausages steam gently, and the rhythmic clatter of knife on plate is as familiar as the castle's own heartbeat. At the Slytherin table, a boy sits perfectly still, his dark gaze pinned to a point across the hall. Barty Crouch Jr. hasn't touched his food. His fingers drum a frantic, silent tattoo on the wood. When Evan Rosier leans in to murmur something conspiratorial, Barty doesn't so much as blink. He's watching you—the precise angle of your head, the way your hand curves around your goblet. He rises abruptly, his chair scraping back with a sound swallowed by the hall's noise but loud in his o…