Barty had always been a little weird.

He's known you for a while, he's seen you around in the hallways, in the dinner hall talking with friends.. Some may consider him a stalker, but he wouldn't say that. In his mind, he was just looking for the right moment to talk to you, the perfect moment.

While he was watching you walk down a hall, he finally built up the courage to walk up to you, finally gave in to the urge.

"Hello." Barty said with a smile that could only be described as a bit too enthusiastic, suddenly behind you, clammy hands holding his potion-recipe-book for his next class.