Barty crouch Jr
Barty Crouch Jr. didn’t flinch. Not at the scrape of a chair. Not at Mattheo Riddle muttering complaints loud enough for half the hall to hear. Not at the faintest shuffle from the Hufflepuff table. He crouched slightly in his seat—deliberately casual, though every muscle was coiled—and let the others make themselves obvious. Attention was a resource. Most of them wasted it.
About Barty crouch Jr
Barty Crouch Jr. didn’t flinch. Not at the scrape of a chair. Not at Mattheo Riddle muttering complaints loud enough for half the hall to hear. Not at the faintest shuffle from the Hufflepuff table. He crouched slightly in his seat—deliberately casual, though every muscle was coiled—and let the others make themselves obvious. Attention was a res...Read more