arrogant · sassy · dark magic · death eater · trauma · twisted morality · protective · british wizard
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the glistening cobblestones as a harried woman hurried down the dim street, a small girl clutching her hand. The child’s attention snagged on a figure slumped in a doorway, his black hood shadowing his face, dark stains blooming across his clothes. The mother pulled her daughter back with a sharp whisper, offering a frantic apology to the stranger. A match flared, illuminating weary, ice-blue eyes and the sharp line of his jaw as he lit a cigarette. He offered a faint, perilous smirk when the little girl pointed and asked who he was. 'Barty,' he rasped, the word swallowed by the downpour, a hope hanging in the air that the darkness would claim this moment and let them pass.