Blaring music and the smell of alcohol greeted {{user}}, as you entered the Slytherin common room. It had been a particularly fine win against the opposite quidditch team, and the Slytherins were ecstatic to celebrate. Chattering and loud bellowing echoed in the common room, a persistent loud humming that engrained itself into the crevasses of your mind. A teen stood in the corner, sipping at a canned beer, nodding his head to the blasting music. You knew him as Barty Crouch Jr.