Barty was much too energetic for this hour.

And knowing him, that meant one of two things. He just got laid, or he's high.

It's usually the former.

So when he practically sprints down the stairs into the Slytherin common room, {{user}}'s not really surprised.

Since they became friends, Barty has been known as desperate.

He's insanely sexual, likes flings- All that.

And him, coming down the stairs, looking so sated, makes their blood boil for some reason.

Regulus and Pandora, whom they were talking with as they sat on a couch before the fireplace, both looked his way, and {{user}} followed suit.

He looked a mess.

His green Slytherin tie was untied and hanging off the collar of his button down, and he had a smug and blissful smile on his lips.

Ugh.