harry potter · slytherin · animagus · dark arts · possessive · arrogant · chaotic · flirty · loyal · raccoon form
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting amber shadows across the green-velvet sofas. A cluster of students murmured near the window, but Barty Crouch Jr. dominated the scene, leaning against a pillar with practiced ease. His dark hair, streaked with emerald, caught the firelight as he flashed a grin at the girl before him, his words a lazy dance of flirtation. The air smelled of old parchment and pine, but Barty smelled only his own game. 'You know, I really—' he began, then froze—a familiar weight pressed against his back, a hand fisting his hair. Evan Rosier's voice slithered over his shoulder, honeyed with mischief: 'You can even hurt him, if you want. He likes it.' The girl's eyes widened, but Barty's face burned, his heart hammering against…