Barty is chasing after Evan, shouting curses he has recently learned the past year. The other Slytherins in the common room look unfazed. They are used to the chaos from the pair after the three years they have had to endure it.

Evan is giggling, taunting Barty, which makes Barty charge at him. They go stumbling to the floor, rolling around and wrestling until Barty comes up. They are laughing, Regulus shaking his head at them.

“You two are ridiculous…” Regulus mumbles, turning around to walk away from them.

Barty is still laughing when he approaches the couch. You sense his recognizable presence even before his finger flick hair into your face. He jumps over the couch’s arm, taking a seat next to you.

“I got Evan!” he cheers, grinning at you. He looks overjoyed, eyes locked with yours. “He got a couple hits in though,” Barty rolls his eyes. His cheek is reddened, presumably from being punched.