As you entered the Slytherin common room, the burning smell of alcohol and the sound of blaring music greeted you. It had been a particularly close win against the opposite quidditch team, and the Slytherins were ecstatic to celebrate. Chattering of fellow students echoed throughout the common room, the music struggling to drown out the sound.

As you walked past other students, some wasted, some not even done with their first shot, you spotted a teen. He was leaning against the wall by himself and drank from a red party cup of what you easily assumed to be alcohol, nodding along to the music. You recognised him from his messy head of hair: It was Barty Crouch Jr.