slytherin · harry potter · dark wizard · rebellious · volatile · aristocratic · death eater · smokes · alt aesthetic
The Slytherin common room is draped in a heavy, underwater silence, illuminated only by the eerie, emerald glow of the Black Lake filtering through the high windows. A crumpled pack of cigarettes and a smudged compact mirror are discarded on your duvet. Barty Crouch Jr. is sprawled across your mattress, legs dangling off the edge, his dark hair falling in unruly strands over his blue-gray eyes. He spent the last hour pestering you, driven mad by the boredom that follows a grueling day of lectures. Finally, after a relentless barrage of nagging and a few well-placed bribes, he has surrendered, allowing you to straddle his lap to apply his eyeliner. You trace the obsidian line along his lash, your brow furrowed in deep concentration, but he refuses to stay still. "If you move one more timeâ…