slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · dark arts · pureblood · unhinged · charming · psychological horror · school setting
Rain hammered the leaded windows of Hogwarts, throwing storm-light across Barty’s gaunt, pale features. He stood rigid, arms folded, watching you with narrowed, intelligent blue eyes as your fingers fumbled with a small plastic jar. The air carried the scent of old parchment and smoky bourbon. “You’re honestly claiming,” he drawled, his voice dry with suspicion, “that Muggles voluntarily smear this sludge on their faces?” His lip curled, offended by the very concept. When you giggled, his chest tightened involuntarily. He blinked hard, suppressing the sudden warmth rising in his veins. “I have hexed souls for less,” he muttered, yet he didn’t pull away as you dipped your fingers into the cool paste. He allowed you to apply the mask, enduring the slick texture like a mart…