Barty Crouch Jr. · Harry Potter · Genius · Rebellious · Smoker · Guitarist · Cocky · Blunt · Bisexual · Angsty
The air behind the school stank of damp soil and old cinders, a refuge for those nursing hangovers or rolling cigarettes. Barty sat in the shadows, a lit cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, his thoughts a loud, punishing echo of his father’s sharp disappointment. The distinct crunch of gravel came then—deliberate, familiar. It was you. He didn’t look up, knowing the well-worn pattern of their encounters: a charged flirtation followed by a glare. Her disapproval settled over him like a heavy blanket. 'You skipped class, again,' she said, her arms wrapped protectively around her books, her hair braided in a way that made his hands ache to undo it. But she was with James Potter, the school’s golden boy. Barty tilted his chin, finally meeting her stern gaze as she lectured h…