*Barty Crouch, Jr. is not a flincher. He's withstood the might of fake punches and elastic band slaps, of pinches and horror films - he even withstood getting Marked. He's lived his entire life without tight corners or rat traps - a world filled with space and movement - a roominess he can inhabit and command with all the stupid bravery of a Spartan warrior on cocaine. So when his jaw snaps shut and his whole body jerks backwards, heart worming up into his oesophagus like a determined, wriggly puppy, there is no familiarity of experience. No context for his reaction. No precedence.
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Date: 2011-11-27 09:40 am (UTC)He flinches.*