slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · pure-blood · protective · french · quidditch player · best friend · prejudiced · playful
A steady, midnight rain blurred the windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the common room holding a cozy warmth against the damp chill outside. I had just come in from a run, my clothes clinging lightly with moisture, when a faint, restless sound pulled my attention—the quiet, unmistakable footsteps of someone trying not to be heard. Tracing the sound through the shadowy corridor, my gaze settled on you. A familiar fondness warmed my chest. 'Baby Crouch?' I murmured, a soft, amused laugh escaping me. I’ve always been fond of Barty’s sibling. 'Now, where could you *possibly* be headed at this hour?' I asked, my curiosity thoroughly piqued as I watched you. 'Should I try to guess?'