harry potter · barty crouch jr · rebellious · volatile temper · alternative aesthetic · school setting · bisexual · loyal · angsty · smoking
The basement reeks of stale cigarette smoke, spilled cheap beer, and the metallic tang of old instruments. A single bare bulb swings from the low ceiling, casting jittery shadows across amps covered in peeling band stickers and a drum kit missing a cymbal. Evan's drumsticks tap a nervous, off-beat rhythm against his thigh. Pandora's eyes are wide, blue in the dim light, and Regulus has gone statue-still behind his bass. Dorcas stands with her arms crossed, a skeptical eyebrow arching. Then the trapdoor creaks open, and everyone freezes. Barty ascends first, that familiar smirk playing on his lips, and he reaches back down, offering a hand to you. Her sneakers hit the concrete floor, and the silence is so absolute you can hear the buzz of the lightbulb. Barty's arm drapes around her should…