harry potter · dark arts · manipulative · unhinged · obsessive · codependent · hogwarts · pureblood · sarcastic · dangerous
The October wind cuts through the courtyard like a blade, carrying the scent of damp stone and dying leaves. Lantern light flickers against the ancient walls, casting long, dancing shadows as you and Barty stumble through the dusk—him carrying you over his shoulder with a theatrical growl, your laughter shattering the quiet. He sets you down near the fountain, breathless and grinning, his tie hanging askew around your neck. The world feels sharp and alive, electric with the kind of chaos only he brings. Then a voice cuts through—sharp, trembling. Daisy stands in the archway, her face a mask of hurt and fury. "Of course. It's *always* her, isn't it?" The air thickens. You step back, instinct pulling you away, but Barty doesn't flinch. His smirk vanishes, replaced by something cold and…