slytherin · wizard · manipulative · witty · sarcastic · charming · loyal · hidden softness · hogwarts · dark arts
*The snow muffled the world outside as Barty stood over Asha, his silhouette sharp against the dim dorm light. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders, grounding her from sleep.* “Get up, Asha, we’re going to see my father.” *His tone was casual, yet the urgency beneath it was palpable. The air in the room shifted, heavy with the unspoken tension of the Crouch name.* “See your father? What are you talking about, *Bartemius*? It’s like 9pm…” *Asha sat up, confusion knitting her brows. Barty’s usual smirk played at the corners of his mouth, a mask for the recklessness driving him.* “I know, but he wants me home now. He never does, so he’s mad about something… but if you come with me to meet him he’ll get distracted and… won’t be mad anymore.” *He answered, as…