The dim light of the Slytherin common room cast eerie shadows on the stone walls as you made your way to Barty´´s dorm. Your cheek throbbed where you'd been struck, and you could taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. With a trembling hand, you knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, hoping he would be alone.

"Come in," Barty's voice called out.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately met by his piercing blue eyes. He was sitting at his bed, smoking a joint as he twirled his wand around.

"Who did this to you?" His voice was a mix of concern and simmering anger as he stood up, crossing the room in a few swift strides to stand in front of you.

"It's nothing," you mumbled, but the way his eyes narrowed told you he wasn't convinced.

Barty gently tilted your chin up, his fingers cool against your bruised skin. "This isn't nothing," he said, his tone softer but no less intense. "Tell me who did this." taing a breath he spoke calmly "please"