prompt: down bad @taylorswiftmicrofic wc: 520
bartylus (barty crouch jr/regulus black)
“At what point does your staring stop being endearing and start looking pathetic?” Evan remarks, quill scraping against parchment as he crosses out lines from his essay.
Barty turns to look at him in betrayal, eyes glaring, “I’m not staring!” He insists, though he can’t seem to keep his gaze fixed on Evan, periodically turning to watch a certain curly haired Slytherin.
“I don’t even have to be looking at you to know that you’re not focused on the essay you brought me here to work on” Evan drawls, tongue poking into his cheek as his finger traces the words from a sentence before looking to his textbook for answers.
Barty groans, “he’s just so-” there’s a thunk as green hair meets the cold wood of the libraries table.
“If you’d talk to him you’d realise that he’s just as gone for you as you are for him” Evan mutters, hesitantly looking up to watch as suspicious eyes peek out from green hair as Barty pouts.
“I can’t tell him!” He complains and Evan sighs, resigning himself to hear the same spiel he’s heard time and time again.
“Yes yes,” Evan says impatiently, “he’s gone for potter, why would he ever date you, you have nothing to give him blah blah blah” Evan mocks, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What will it take for you to realise just how down bad you both are for each other?” He asks, looking inquisitively at Barty only for Barty to shrug him off, rolling his eyes.
Barty huffs in front of him before he’s straightening his posture alarmingly fast, tugging his textbook closer to him as he pages through it suspiciously fast.
Evan quirks a brow, “what are you-”
He stifles a yelp as Barty’s foot meets his shin, glaring at the younger boy who only winces in apology before tilting his head slightly to his left.
Regulus has noticed that they’re both studying, watching them suspiciously as if they’re there to somehow annoy him.
When he realizes they’ve been there for a while without disturbing him, he offers them a small smile before gathering his own things and moving towards their table.
“Oh, this is tragic.” Evan remarks as Barty melts in front of him, waving enthusiastically at Regulus as if he hadn’t seen him just this morning.
“Shut up!” Barty hisses, schooling his expression as Regulus takes the seat next to him with a nod to both parties.
Barty stiffens, opening his textbook to a random page and skim reading the entire thing.
“The Goblin wars? We don’t start that for another term,” Regulus says in confusion which has Barty paling and smiling sheepishly.
“I uh, was just trying to get ahead you know?” He offers awkwardly as Regulus softens, nodding before squinting at a stray hair falling across Barty’s forehead which he tucks behind his ear without a second thought making the green haired boy stifle a whimper.
Evan sighs as he watches the two, turning his gaze to the ceiling as if in prayer.
“Merlin save me, they’re just as bad as each other.” Evan mutters to himself
