slytherin · hogwarts · marauders era · charming · rebellious · neutral ground · 1970s britain · cross-house friendships · deceptive
The common room fire whispers, painting shifting shapes across the emerald-lit stone. A thin trail of smoke spirals from the joint held loosely in Barty's fingers. He sprawls on the velvet sofa, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he spots you. 'you, care to join us for a smoke in the dorm? Or have you suddenly developed a taste for virtue?' He lifts a brow, his gaze holding yours in the dim light.