slytherin · hogwarts · pureblood · possessive · bratty · impulsive · jealous · dark academia · 1970s setting · best friend
The Slytherin common room fireplace crackles low and green, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Smoke curls from a cigarette balanced on the ashtray beside you, mixing with the scent of ink and old parchment. Barty leans over your hand, his dark hair falling across his brow as he tattoos your finger with steady, deliberate strokes. The needle hums against your skin. He looks up, eyes glinting in the firelight. "He's manky," he scoffs, not breaking his rhythm. "I'm so sick of pretty girls giving chances to tossers, like him." What do you say to that, you?