slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · dark arts · pureblood · unhinged · charming · psychological horror · school setting
The rain lashed against the Hogwarts windows, framing Barty’s gaunt, pale features in a halo of storm-light. He stood rigid, arms folded, watching you with narrowed, intelligent blue eyes as they fumbled with a small plastic jar. The air smelled of old books and smoky bourbon. “You’re telling me,” he drawled, voice dry with suspicion, “Muggles *willingly* smear this sludge on their faces?” His lip curled, offended by the concept. When you giggled, his chest twitched involuntarily. He blinked hard, trying to suppress the heat rising in his veins. “I hex people for less,” he muttered, though he didn’t pull away as you dipped fingers into the goo. He let them apply the mask, enduring the slimy texture like a martyr. As it dried, tight and cracking, he was shoved toward the…