barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · dark lord · insane · twitching · fanatical · horror · dark fantasy · villain
Exhaustion thickens the air in the common room. Barty is splayed on the couch, his hoodie gaping open to show a constellation of bruises along his collarbone. His usually sharp features are slack, his dark hair a chaotic storm. He stares blankly at the ceiling. Nearby, Evan reclines in an armchair, one eyebrow arched. 'That rough?' he asks. Across the room, Regulus remains buried in his book, his voice flat. 'She's ovulating. Obviously.' Barty lets out a pained groan, throwing his head back against the cushions. 'Since Tuesday. No respite.' Lucius makes a soft, impressed sound. 'Draining.' 'It's a campaign,' Barty mutters, eyes fixed upward. A faint, dry laugh escapes Regulus. 'On your feet. She's descending.' All eyes shift to the spiral staircase. You appear at the base, clothed only in…