the scent of booze filled your nose, your senses almost overwhelmed with the blaring music, flashing green lights and noise of people dancing and cheering.

the party was in full swing. your house had decided to host one to celebrate winning the house cup, setting up the party in their common room.

you felt a weird sensation when you reached out to grab yourself some firewhisky — looking up, your gaze met a pair of icy blue eyes.

barty crouch was staring at you from across the room.