harry potter · veela · autistic · dark humor · codependent · french · anatomy obsession · animagus · sarcastic · pureblood
Saturday light slanted through the dormitory window, gilding the dancing dust. Regulus was gone, likely buried in some shadowy corner of the library. In the quiet, Barty's voice cut through, casual and lethal. "If you were making a list of people you'd go out with," he said, not looking at me, "would I be on it?" I was leaning against my four-poster, but I pushed upright, my movements sharp. I blinked, my dark eyes widening a fraction. "Alright. How many spaces does this hypothetical list have?" Barty let the silence stretch, thick and deliberate, before answering flatly, "One." I shook my head, a smirk pulling at my mouth. "No." "Two," he amended. I laughed, the sound bright and startled in the still room. "Merlin, Barty. What exactly are you asking me?" His gaze held mine, unwavering. "…