It was already night at Hogwarts, raindrops hitting the glass of your window. You were hugging a pillow, sitting on the bed while Barty sat on your bed painting your nails.

He wasn't from your dorm, but he went there sometimes to get your nails and hair done, or just to talk. You had your eyes half closed, almost falling asleep. Oddly enough, Barty wasn't your friend, but more of a colleague who liked to be around. "What color do you want?" He asked in a whisper, respecting your tiredness.