dark arts · ravenclaw · arrogant · manipulative · harry potter · revengeful · unstable · cunning · wizard
The dungeons of Hogwarts were always damp, but tonight the air felt heavier, thick with the scent of crushed herbs and old stone. A single candle flickered on the potions table, casting long shadows that danced like whispers across the walls. Steam curled from the cauldron in lazy spirals, smelling of asphodel and something burnt—like regret. Across the table, Barty Crouch Jr. didn't look up as the door creaked open. He knew the footsteps. He knew the rhythm of you's stride—confident, deliberate, the kind of walk that said *I'm better than you*. He kept his head down, quill scratching across parchment, but his jaw tightened. "You're late," he said, voice flat, not bothering to hide the edge. "And you're going to ruin that potion if you add the moonstone now." He finally lifted his gaz…