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It had been days since Rabastan and Barty had had their falling out, and with Rabastan at the funeral, the blond had taken the opportunity to sneak back into the flat they had both shared. However, closer examination of his closet and bathroom revealed the disappearance of seemingly all of his essentials- clothing, toothbrush, razor- all had vanished, and he suspected he knew the cause. Telling Amycus about their row was a mistake, and if Barty knew the boy at all he also knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from getting involved. With a huff, the blond was at the door of his friend’s in a matter of seconds, banging angrily on the wood panelling, “Amycus! Where the hell are my clothes?”

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[bartyxcrouch-blog]

That morning had been one of multiple letters for Barty, and he recalled Rabastan pointing out that he must be quite popular as their owl dropped a small pile of correspondences in front of his plate at breakfast. While the first had been from Antonin, a second had been from Amycus, inquiring if Barty was still upset over the events of the party, and if he wasn’t if he would like to go to Florean Fortescue’s with him that afternoon. 

In all honesty, Barty had missed his friend ever since their fallout at Malfoy’s masquerade, even though a part of him was still extremely jealous over what had triggered their fighting. The blond boy walked into the small ice cream parlor with the note from that morning in hand, spotting his friend immediately and making a beeline towards him. “Amycus,” He began with a sigh, holding the note out towards him, “You’d think for someone who draws on his shit all the time, you wouldn’t be such shite at it.”