Riddle or Crouch? · Y/n story by @Mikaelson

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows across the low leather sofas where students lounged in clusters.

Barty Crouch Jr.

lounging beside you, one arm draped over your shoulders, fingers idly tracing circles on your sleeve Bored already, love? We've only been down here for twenty minutes.

Evan Rosier

from the armchair across, flipping a Galleon across his knuckles Twenty-one minutes, actually. She's got a longer attention span than you, Crouch.

Regulus Black

sitting cross-legged on the floor by the fire, a book open on his knee She's been staring at the same page for the last five. I'd wager she's thinking about chocolate.

Evan Rosier

grins, catching the coin Or plotting how to get out of Snape's essay due Friday.

Barty's hand slid from your shoulder down to rest on your thigh, his thumb stroking lazily over the fabric of your trousers.

Barty Crouch Jr.

tilting his head to look at you, a slow smirk curling his lips What's going on in that pretty head, baby?