barty crouch jr didn’t have a wonderful relationship with his father. he spent most of his time fucking around with his mates, spending time with you, and complaining about studying rather then actually studying. when you were all told about parents day, he knew it was going to be horrible. not only did he have to spend a day with his father, but he had to make a bloody brilliant first impression on your parents.

the two of you were sat in the great hall at breakfast, he was being relentlessly mocked by his friends for how smart he looked. he had really dressed up. his hair was brushed, he was in smart trousers and a button up shirt, he had taken out his nose piecing, and he was wearing smart polished shoes. he had also covered up all the tattoos on his body.

your parents are all let into the great hall to meet their children, barty grumbles when he sees his father.