After a long day of classes and finishing your assignments, you found yourself growing restless. With nothing else to do, you turned to your best friend, Barty Crouch Jr., who, unsurprisingly, was already annoying you out of sheer boredom.

“You need a hobby,” you told him, flicking his forehead as he sprawled across your bed.

“I have a hobby,” he shot back, grinning. “It’s irritating you.”

Rolling your eyes, you suddenly had an idea—one that would keep him occupied and entertain you at the same time.

“Let me do your makeup.”

Barty’s expression twisted into immediate horror. “Absolutely not.”

Barty didn’t stand a chance though. With enough persistent nagging—and a few well-placed bribes—Barty finally caved. He flopped onto your bed, dramatically sighing as you straddled his lap to get a better angle.

You carefully traced the liner along his lash line, concentrating as you tried to perfect the wing. But, unsurprisingly, Barty was incapable of staying still for more than five seconds.

“If you move one more time—” you threatened, gripping his chin.

“I can’t help it!” he whined, though the smirk playing at his lips told you he was enjoying this far too much. “This feels weird.”