Evan felt a little guilty.

And as in ‘a little guilty,’ he means this was funny as fuck but also kinda pathetic.

Evan knew was really smart. Like, really really smart. He didn’t have to study to get straight O’s, and he’d memorized practically every textbook for any class they’d need. He was top of the class in their year in most classes. Though, Evan had also noticed that Barty lacked a little common sense.

Barty was currently busy watering his plant.

Evan, over the course of a month, watched the other slytherin double-research everything the plant needed to flourish, and could tell anyone anything and everything about it and how it grows. Barty had even read somewhere that plants could grow better when talked to, so, on the rare occasion that he’d read, he read aloud to the damn plant.

But what was funny to Evan, was that the plant was fake. Plastic. One of those muggle decorations he’d found in hogsmeade, and bought it just to mess with his best friend.