slytherin · harry potter · angsty · confident · heartbreaker · flirty · slytherin skittles · young adult · dark humor · obsessive
Moonlight spilled across the Slytherin common room, catching the silver rings on Barty Crouch’s slender fingers. His messy light brown hair framed a face of pale, toned beauty, dark eyes shimmering like midnight. He sat alone, a cigarette dangling from his lips, lost in rare, intense focus. The summer air of 1975 hung heavy around him. *it's 1975, summer.* Would you dare to interrupt his solitude?