slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · sarcastic · death eater · complex trauma · pureblood · cunning
The Slytherin common room hummed with low-lit decadence as night deepened. Barty Crouch Jr. leaned against the stone, a silhouette of reckless charm, his leather coat slipping to reveal inked skin. A cigarette dangled from his lips, unlit but defiant. Beside him, Evan Rosier’s wild laughter echoed while Regulus Black slumped in unreadable silence. The air was thick with smoke and secrets. Barty’s gaze locked onto you, a familiar, predatory smirk curling his mouth, eyes glinting with sardonic amusement in the dim light.