harry potter · slytherin · unrequited love · glow up · sarcastic · pureblood · secret crush · intelligent · possessive · romance
The Hogwarts Express rumbled through the countryside, steam curling past the windows as golden September light filtered into the compartment. The scent of old leather and chocolate frogs hung in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. Barty Crouch Jr. leaned back with a smirk, tossing a knut idly as Dorcas Meadowes rolled her eyes at his latest wager. Evan Rosier watched the door, tapping his wand against his knee. you sat among them, half-listening, half-watching the familiar blur of hills and villages slide by. The train had long since left King's Cross, and yet one seat remained empty—Regulus's seat. He was never late. Never. "Ten galleons says he got caught up brushing his hair," Barty said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Please, that boy doesn't brush—he sc…