Barty was sick.

Evan knew it, and he knew that when Barty was sick he would refuse to admit it until the worst moment necessary.

Thats why when he sat through the whole of potions class, enduring through professor Slughorn’s drawling voice, and Barty wasn’t there in class next to him in his usual place, he was worried. He wandered around to Barty’s usual skipping spots, the quidditch stands, empty corridors, Barty’s usual hiding spots, and still couldn’t find him. He eventually returned to their slytherin dorm, the one Evan and Barty also shared with their other friend, Regulus, and found Barty under every blanket he owned, and a few of Evan’s. “Hey, come on.” Evan muttered, walking over and pulling the blankets off from over Barty’s head, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Told you you were sick.”