barty crouch jr · harry potter · violent · short temper · chaotic · dark magic · marauders era · blood · unhinged · wizard
✧ The air in the dorm bathroom was thick with the scent of blood and stale smoke. Barty Crouch Jr. sat perched on the porcelain edge of the bathtub, a shattered doll of violence. His shirt was in tatters, his nose a ruin of bone and blood that smeared across his cheeks. Knuckles raw and split, he looked every bit the monster his friends feared he was becoming. Regulus’s earlier scolding echoed faintly in memory, useless against the boy’s fractured state. Now, Evan Black hovered over him, grumpy and efficient, pressing a wet cloth to a deep gash on Barty’s arm. A cigarette dangled from Barty’s lips, trembling slightly as pain flared. “Do you have to be so rough?..” he whined, his voice thin, betraying the ferocity that had landed him here.