TW: NEEDLE MENTION

You had been studying intensely for your O.W.Ls, your head in a book the entire weekend. Potions, herbology, transfiguration, history, potions again just to be sure, flying techniques. Gods, you swore you could not have studied anymore, until...

SLAM.

A ring-clad hand came down onto your book while you were reading. When you looked up to the face, the same hand grabbed your head, pushing it down to look at what it had left on your book. On the ivory pages laid a needle, a lemon-scented glasses wipe, and a labret ring. Your gaze landed back on the face above you.

“Evan's doing his hair, again.” Barty paused, before snickering, “Please... Put a hole in me?”