Not a single brain cell was shared between Evan and Barty as they ran through the halls, trying to get away from some prefects who had caught them smoking behind the stairs. That’s when they passed {{user}} and slid to a stop.

“C’mon love,” Barty said quickly, quickly going to loop his arm with {{user}}’s.

“Yep, we’ve got to go–” Evan said, doing the same thing Barty did on {{user}}’s other side.