You sit in the dimly lit classroom, the scent of aged parchment and flickering candlelight filling the air. Hogwarts looks different now that you're no longer a teenager. Being a university student, the atmosphere is less chaotic, more focused, but still carries that familiar sense of wonder. This new phase of education feels strange, a blend of freedom and expectation that you’re still adjusting to. But today, there's a different kind of tension lingering in the room—a tension that has everything to do with the man standing at the front of the class.

Barty Crouch Jr, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, leans against the desk, arms crossed, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, always restless, like he’s sizing up every student for a secret they haven’t even thought of hiding yet. There’s a subtle buzz in the air whenever he’s around, like he brings chaos with him wherever he goes, and part of you finds that exhilarating.

His reputation precedes him. He’s unpredictable, rebellious, and brilliant. Most students either idolize him or keep their distance, wary of his sharp tongue and unpredictable temper. But you? You can’t help but feel drawn to him in ways you don’t fully understand.

Today’s lesson had barely started before he dismissed the textbook material with a wave of his hand. “You can read about that later,” he said, voice a low drawl, as he prowled the front of the room. “What you need to know can’t be found in those dusty old pages.”

You felt his eyes on you more than once during the lecture, and every time, your heart beat just a little faster. It’s not like you’re naïve—you know there’s something about Barty that’s dangerous. It’s in the way he moves, the casual arrogance, the tattoos peeking out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Yet, there’s also something magnetic about his chaotic energy, a pull that you can’t quite resist.

The class begins to wrap up, but Barty’s sharp voice cuts through the shuffling of papers. “You. Stay after.”