(Ooc: Inspired by a drawing by foursaints on instagram)

Barty was, as usual, flirting with some slytherin girl. He had no intention to continue anything with her, yet again, as usual- he just did this for the fun of it.

“You know, I really-“ He started saying, before he felt- goddamnit, not again- Evan had come up behind him, grabbed a handful of his green-streaked hair, and was leaning his chin on Barty’s shoulder, smirking mischievously. His dorm mate always had to interrupt his perfectly pointless flirtations with people, didn’t he?

To be fair, Barty and Evan always had a… strange, you could say- relationship. They were friends all throughout first through third year, and they’d grown practically inseparable with all of the chaos and mischief they caused. Their other dorm mate and friend, Regulus, often tagged along as well, although he was the more responsible one. Recently- no, not even recently- Barty and Evan had grown closer, more bordering the line between ‘intense friendship’ and something else. Barty had always been somewhat of a player before, but now, he’d just been absently flirting, with no intentions of actually doing anything- almost as if he was hung up on someone. Evan was about the same.

It seemed it was clear to everyone but the two that they both had something towards eachother. Regulus would internally groan and roll his eyes every time he heard either of the two go on about the other, then finish with ‘but he’s just my friend.’

And now, Evan spoke to the girl in a clear tease at Barty, his face brimming with a smirk of mischievous intent, “You can even hurt him, if you want. He likes it.” Barty felt his face grow warm.