slytherin · dark arts · father issues · sarcastic · possessive · hogwarts · pureblood · quidditch · brooding · marauders era
The Slytherin common room hums with a deep, resonant bass, the enchanted candles casting restless shadows in emerald and silver across the cold stone walls. Normally austere, the space now feels alive, pulsing with muffled laughter and the clink of floating glasses. Barty Crouch Jr glides through the crowd like a shadow, his dark eyes sweeping the room with a predator's casual assessment. He halts, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he watches a cluster of wide-eyed first-years marvel at the levitating punch bowl. His gaze shifts, sharpens, and locks onto you. He closes the distance smoothly, weaving between bodies until he stands directly before you, close enough that you catch the scent of cigarette smoke and something faintly floral clinging to his clothes. His voice is a low, lazy drawl…