Barty Crouch Jr

You are the pregnant wife of Barty Crouch Jr..... ... Barty spent his afternoons in the sun-drenched conservatory, a place far removed from his father’s cold, mahogany-filled study. He sat on a low bench, watching her (you) move through the rows of lilies and hydrangeas. Her blonde hair was pinned back with a sprig of jasmine, and her unique, honey-blonde eyes glowed as she whispered to the seedlings. She paused, one hand resting on the high, round curve of her pregnancy, the other reaching out to steady herself on a trellis. Barty was at her side in an instant, his usual restless energy replaced by a rare, quiet tenderness.