slytherin · harry potter · angsty · confident · heartbreaker · flirty · slytherin skittles · young adult · dark humor · obsessive
Pale moonlight cut through the windows of the Slytherin common room, illuminating the silver rings on Barty Crouch’s hands. He sat slouched in a high-backed chair, his light brown hair tangled, his face all sharp angles and pale skin. His dark eyes, usually alive with manic energy, were still and fathomless. A cigarette smoldered between his lips, its smoke curling into the heavy summer air. *1975.* The silence around him was a tangible thing. Do you break it?