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Prompt 15 - Train

@rosekillermicrofic April 15, word count 601

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Oh gods, why was he following Evan back to his house for the second time in the same day? Barty thought he must be going mad. But Evan’s tone had stirred something in him, and he felt a powerful need to do as Evan instructed. Plus, this way, he got to see Mavis again, and it took his mind off what he’d done to his mum's watch. A single tear fell onto his cheek at the thought. How could he have been so stupid?

He looked up, shocked when Evan stopped in front of him, and he realised that they had already walked back to Evan’s house. He’d been so lost in his train of thought he hadn’t noticed how much distance they had covered.

Evan opened the door and before Barty had even fully entered the building, the ball of black fur was back in his arms, purring happily.

“Looks like she’s glad to see you again,” Evan said softly. It was the kind of voice one used for spooked horses or children who were scared of the dark. Did he really look bad enough for Evan to be soft with him?

He juggled Mavis in his arms so he could get his shoelaces undone and toes off his boots. He caught a glimpse of himself in Evan’s hallway mirror and flinched at the haunted look in the reflection’s eyes. His eyes. “I’ll show you where you’re sleeping,” Evan said, using the same calming voice. He walked up the stairs and Barty followed.

Evan’s spare room was nicer than Barty had expected. The bed was all made up in a pastel blue bedspread. Images of the beach hung on the cream walls and the dark wooden floors gave it an airy feeling. He sucked in a deep breath. He liked this room a lot.

He went over to the bed and sank onto it. Groaning as the memory foam cradled him. Mavis protested for a second before she found a comfortable spot on his chest and curled up.

“Thank you,” Barty said to Evan, his voice barely above a whisper. Evan shook his head.

“No problem. Happy to help,” the smile on Evan’s face seemed genuine, but Barty had been fooled before, so he took it with a pinch of salt. “I’m going to order a pizza. Would you like one? The place I order from has a deal on two medium pizzas if you’re interested?” Evan asked.

“I’m fine thanks,” Barty said at the same time, his stomach rumbled loudly.

“How about I get the deal, and if you want some, you can?” Evan suggested. “Are there any toppings you don’t like?”

“I’m not a fan of tuna,” Barty said, still unable to speak loudly. Evan pulled a face.

“Me neither. I won’t have it in the house. Mavis had sardines instead.” That made Barty smile.

“Do you like sardines?” he asked the cat, scratching her gently behind the ears. She let out a sweet chirping noise before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

“I’ll let you know when the pizzas are here,” Evan said before turning to leave the room.

“Evan?” Barty called after him. Evan looked back. “I just wanted to say thank you. It means a lot,” he gave Evan a small smile.

“Don’t mention it,” Evan replied before walking out of the room, leaving the door open a crack for Mavis. Barty let his head flop back into the pillows and drifted off to sleep. Mavis’s warm weight lulling him. He needed to apologise to Sirius and Remus, but that could wait until the morning.

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