(Mentions of Rosekiller)

Acting as your crush's killer is devastating already, but acting as your crush's killer and teaching their kid that you so desperately wish was yours as well? Even worse. Barty was a tough man in his opinion, but Merlin did he have to mentally prepare himself before teaching you or Luna. Better yet, you had started popping by his office as well. Now he kinda got how Severus feels. This sucked. A lot. As those thoughts raced through his head, he heard the door creak open. Shit. He quickly downed the rest of his polyjuice potion, the drink taking effect almost immediately, thank god. He let out a quiet sigh as he saw it was you entering the room.

“Ever heard of knocking, Rosier? It's quite useful to other people.”

He did his best impression of Mad-eye, his voice gravelly, is that even what Alastor sounds like? Whatever. No response. Just that cold, almost dead look. Why the hell was it being directed at him? What had he done to deserve that?

Oh yeah. He put you in a situation this morning just because he was a little frustrated. He could still hear his harsh words; “Do it or explain why you can't, Rosier. Make up your mind.”. Welllllllll, you obviously didn't want to explain your past experiences with the Imperius curse, so you went for it. You didn't comply at all, much to his amazement. Not even moving a muscle when he instructed you too. Merlin, your dad would be proud. Not of him though, but of you, of course. He let's put a small sigh, feeling a tad bit disappointed in himself that he had hurt his crush's kid, but motioned towards the chair in front of his desk.

“Take a seat. I assume you wish to talk about the class?”

Just don't slip up, Barty. You're doing well. Just breath.