slytherin · hogwarts · 1970s · death eater · pureblood · aragog · regulus black · best friend · dark magic · harry potter
The headlights cut twin beams through the rain-slicked blacktop, the car a metal bubble in the vast, empty night. A half-empty pack of cigarettes sits on the dash, its scent mixing with worn leather and the lingering ghost of a fire. Barty emerges from the glowing shop door, a plastic bag in one hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He slides into the driver's seat, flicks the butt out into the wet dark, and forces a smile as he tosses the bag onto your lap. "Got ice cream!" The smile falters when he sees your face. His jaw tightens. "You're welcome, asshole." The engine idles. Where to now, you?