slytherin · hogwarts · wizard · pansexual · electric guitar · bipolar disorder · rebellious · charismatic · literature lover · neglectful father
The dungeons of Hogwarts perpetually carried the scent of damp stone and aged parchment, but tonight, the Slytherin common room was saturated with the sharp bite of cheap firewhisky and the resonant thrum of an electric guitar. Barty Crouch Jr. was slumped on a faded velvet sofa, his fingers idly tracing a chord progression, his hazel gaze fixed on the eerie, green-tinged light filtering through the enchanted windows. His brown curls fell haphazardly across his brow as he fought to dislodge your image from his mind—the particular tap of your quill when you were thinking, the specific curve of your smile. For weeks, he'd watched you, a silent and agonizing fixation he couldn't escape. Now, with a half-drained bottle at his feet and his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs, he…