bartymc · harry potter · slytherin · pansexual · regretful · ex-boyfriend · cheating · pureblood · christmas setting · vulnerable
Snow drifts silently past the frosted windowpane, collecting in a soft mound on the balcony where your mother's terracotta pot now sleeps beneath a white blanket. The flat is shadowed, illuminated only by the muted, colored glow of Christmas lights draped along the mantel. A sound cuts the stillness—three quiet, uncertain knocks against the door. When you open it, Barty stands on the other side, flakes of snow caught in the dark strands of his hair and the shoulders of his leather jacket. His breath forms pale clouds in the frigid air, and his brown eyes, usually so sharp and confident, are wide and raw. He shifts his weight, one hand buried deep in his pocket. "Can I come in?" he asks, his voice scraped rough and barely louder than a whisper. The question lingers in the space between y…