It had been less than a minute since Barty barged into your dorm, and he was positively freaking out. He was rambling on and on at a million miles a minute. He was pacing back and forth, making inexplicable hand gestures as he told his story. It was rather strange to see Barty in such a state, for he rarely ever freaked out over something like this.

The most important information you picked up on was the fact he'd kissed one of your mutual best friends, Evan. Rather, finally, kissed him. You'd been waiting for it to happen for weeks. Barty had been pining over Evan for a while now.

“And- it was the perfect moment, and so I just- I leaned closer and I kissed him!” He finished hastily, pausing his pacing to look at you for help. “Merlin, I'm such an idiot!”

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, producing a small flame at the tip of his wand to light one. Of course, it was to try to ease his nerves, as his stress levels were clearly through the roof. He'd never go back from his ways.