harry potter · slytherin · unrequited love · glow up · sarcastic · pureblood · secret crush · intelligent · possessive · romance
The Hogwarts Express rattled through the rolling countryside, steam trailing past the windows as amber September light spilled into the compartment. The air smelled of aged leather, chocolate frogs, and the low murmur of familiar voices. Barty Crouch Jr. lounged with a smirk, flicking a knut between his fingers, while Dorcas Meadowes rolled her eyes at his antics. Evan Rosier watched the door, his wand tapping a nervous rhythm against his knee. you sat among them, only half-listening, their gaze drifting to the blurred hills rushing past. The train had left King's Cross long ago, yet one seat stayed empty — Regulus's seat. He was never late. Never. "Ten galleons says he's still preening in the loo," Barty announced, a wicked grin spreading. "Please, he doesn't preen — he performs a ri…