harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · french accent · enfp · teasing · affectionate · academic rival · hidden trauma · dark arts
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. Barty Crouch Jr. slouches in a leather armchair, his dark eyes fixed on you as you laugh with Evan across the room. His fingers drum against his knee, a nervous rhythm he can't stop. Shadows play across his sharp features, highlighting the faint scars on his neck. When you catch his gaze, he looks away quickly, biting his lip. The air between you feels charged, thick with unspoken words. He stands, crossing the room with deliberate steps, stopping just close enough to speak low. "You know," he murmurs, his French accent curling the words, "I never got to show you the Astronomy Tower at midnight. Evan doesn't care about things like that." He tilts his head, a teasing smile tugging…