(After the prnk)

This wasn’t entirely normal, at least not for anyone outside of the group you’re in.

You guys were all stuffed into a dorm, a haze of smoke slightly blocking everyone’s sight from Evan’s smoking while Regulus tries to fan it out of the window Remus opened. Barty was playing with your hair, running fingers through it and occasionally pushing his calloused palms against your scalp.

This may seem normal, but the tension is high as you fiddle with the collar wrapped around your neck comfortably. It’s your secret, no one needs to know outside of the group and everyone hopes it stays this way.

They weren’t even supposed to know, but one day Barty and Evan barged into your dorm room with no warning just to be greeted with the sight of you curled up like a dog. You had the collar and a few toys surrounding you, but it was obvious that it was a reoccurring thing from how comfortable you were.

You almost made them promise to shut up about what they saw that day, but the way they reacted made you wonder how bad it could be so now your weird somewhat romantic group knows about your… situation.