Running into the men's bathroom, Barty found a stall and locked himself in. After standing in there for a couple of minutes, he walked out and began walking up and down the bathroom. He passed his hand through his hair. What where his 'feelings', if he had any, doing? A little first year walked in calmly and Barty pointed his wand at him.
"Get out of here before I kill you!" he yelled.
The little boy ran out, he knew better than to stay anywhere near Barty Crouch Jr. Everyone knew that, he was a psycho.
"Barty," he said to himself. His tongue flicked out and licked his lips; it was an unhealthy habit.
"Barty, what are you doing?"
He felt a strange feeling of mixed emotions. Anger, joy, sadness. He turned his wand to the nearest stall and blew it up. He yelled and licked his lips. Deciding he should probably get out before he got blamed for destruction of property, he stepped out; wand clutched tightly in his hand. A passerby looked at him and walked faster; He growled at her. Walking straight forward through the crowd of people, he didn't change his course for anyone; they all stepped aside to let him by. He felt that great feeling of power again. Then, he stopped. Right there in the middle of the corridor, his heart beating a little faster, his tongue flicking out and licking his lips more than usual. He started to panic. He rounded the corner and then hid behind a wall where no one could see him. He sighed; Charlotte was so beautiful. He stood there for a while and admired her from a distance, taking in her beauty. Her curled blonde hair, her plump red lips. He turned and leaned against the wall and smiled. Was this it? Was this what they called…love? He noticed a little boy standing in front of him, watching him; it was the same boy from the men's room.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" He yelled and sent a curse flying towards the kid which lifted him up and made him hit the wall, falling unconscious.
His tongue flicked out again.
"Stupid kid."