[RPG • 0] THE MARAUDERS • Speeltopic - Speeltopics

28 okt 2024 - 19:45 Hennessy is offline

Messrs.
Moony, Wormtail,
Padfoot & Prongs
are proud to present
the
Marauder's Map

Rollentopic • Praattopic 1 • Praattopic 2

HOGWARTS, 1976

Het tweede semester van hun vijfde schooljaar start voor de Marauders, maar niet zonder moeilijkheden. Terwijl de leerlingen van Hogwarts School of Magic hun eigen problemen, verlangens en connecties trachten te navigeren, wordt de dreiging van Voldemort's Death Eaters steeds reëler. De terreuraanvallen die plaatsvonden tijdens de Kerstvakantie wegen zwaar door op iedereen en de spanningen zijn voelbaar. De imminente oorlog sluipt steeds dichterbij, maar wat betekent dit voor de leerlingen? Is er nog plaats voor grappen in deze grimmige tijd? Bestaat er nog romantiek als iedereen kanten moet kiezen?

REGELS

✦ De taal waarin je schrijft kies je zelf - bespreek dit wel eerst met je tegenspeler - maar voor het gemak gebruiken we best allen de Engelse woorden zoals Death Eater, Hogwarts en namen van lessen (:
✦ En dan alle huisregels en zovoort, y'all know the drill: wees vriendelijk, gebruik triggerwarnings, bespreek dingen op voorhand, sluit niemand uit, yadiyadiya.
✦ Als je even niet beschikbaar bent, laat het even weten in het praattopic, dan is dat duidelijk voor iedereen. Laat je na een week niks van je horen, dan mag je tegenspeler zijn/haar/hun personage vrij schrijven. Laat je na 14 dagen niks weten, dan wordt je personage een NPC maar kan je altijd terug inspringen. Na anderhalve maand vermoordt Voldemort je personage (mopje, maar laat gewoon iets weten, oké?)
✦ Het is geen canon RPG, maar houdt wel rekening met specifieke gebeurtenissen die in de canon gebeuren. Onderaan heb ik een timeline toegevoegd met wat relevante gebeurtenissen.
✦ Er is géén minimum vereiste voor posts, maar geef je tegenspeler genoeg om op te reageren. That's the point of RPG'ing, my gals (and guys and gays).

TIMELINE

November 3rd 1959
No specific date known 1960

January 9th 1960
March 10th 1960
March 27th 1960
No specific date known 1961
February 16th 1965
1968
circa 1970

September 1st 1971
September 1st 1972
1974

Sirius Black is born.
Peter Pettigrew is born.
Lily Evans is born.
Severus Snape is born.
Remus Lupin is born.
James Potter is born.
Regulus Black is born.
Remus is bitten by Fenrir Greyback.
Pure blood riots.
Voldemort rises to power.
The Order of the Phoenix is created.
The Marauders, Lily and Severus start at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 1st year
Regulus Black starts at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 2nd year
The Marauders become Animagi.│ Marauders 4th year

circa 1975

March 1976
June 1976
1977
June 1978
1979

circa 1980
July 31st 1980
August 1980

October 24th 1981

October 31st 1981

Sirius runs away from home and is disowned. │ Marauders 4th year
The Marauders Map is created. │ Marauders 4th year
Remus becomes prefect. │ Marauders 5th year
Mulciber attacks Mary Mcdonald. │ Marauders 5th year
Sirius plays a practical joke on Severus Snape. │ Marauders 5th year
Snape's Worst Memory - James publicly humiliates him. │ Marauders 5th year
James and Lily are made Head Boy and Girl. │ Marauders 7th year
The Marauders finish Hogwarts.
Regulus Black finishes Hogwarts and attempts to back out of being
a Death Eater. He dies.
Lily Evans and James Potter get married.
Peter Pettigrew becomes a spy for Voldemort.
Harry Potter is born.
Severus Snape tells Dumbledore of the prophecy and begs Dumbledore
to keep Lily safe.
The Fidelius Charm is cast to hide the Potters, with Peter Pettigrew
acting as Secret Keeper.
The End (we don't need to go into detail)

RELEVANTE INFO

✦ Maankalender van 1976
✦ Quidditch teams

Gryffindor
Chasers
James - 5th year
Amos Diggory - 6th year
Alice Fortescue - 7th year - Team Captain

Beaters
Marlene - 5th year
Sirius - 5th year

Keeper
Frank Longbottom - 7th year

Seeker
Mary - 5th year

Slytherin
Chasers
Dorcas - ? year
Evan - 4th year
Pandora - 4th year

Beaters
Barty - 4th year
Rabastan Lestrange - 7th year - Team Captain

Keeper
Emmaline Vance - 6th year

Seeker
Regulus - 4th year

✦ Quidditch matches of the 1975-1976 school year
first Saturday of November: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw | 200 -120
first Saturday of December: Hufflepuff vs Slytherin | 70 - 180

last Saturday of January: Gryffindor vs Slytherin
last Saturday of February: Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff
last Saturday of March: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin
last Saturday of May: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

ROLLENxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Gryffindor
✦ Sirius Black | 16 | Year 5 | M | Caeneus
✦ James Potter | 15 | Year 5 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Remus Lupin | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr
✦ Peter Pettigrew | 15 | Year 5 | M | NPC

✦ Lily Evans | 15 | Year 5 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Marlene McKinnon | 16 | Year 5 | F | ziggystardust
✦ Mary Mcdonald | 15 | Year 5 | F | Caeneus

Slytherin
✦ Regulus Black | 14 | Year 4 | M | bluebanisters
✦ Barty Crouch Jr | 15 | Year 4 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Evan Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | M | Caeneus
✦ Severus Snape | 15 | Year 5 | NPC

✦ Pandora Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Dorcas Meadowes | 15 | Year 5 | F | Fendyr

Ravenclaw
✦ Xenophilius Lovegood | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr

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kindness is never a burden.

29 dec 2024 - 18:08 Hennessy is offline

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SIRIUS BLACK

16 ♦ Year 5 ♦ Gyffindor Common Room ♦ With James, Remus & Peter

Sirius was about to burst a nerve when Remus suggested they do nothing to prank the Slytherin party. Words of protest got stuck in his throat and he started coughing, but thankfully James' vocal cords worked fine: ''Nothing?''
''We crash the party and do nothing,'' Remus repeated. Sirius started at him, his eyes a little teary after his coughing fit. For a second, Sirius wondered if Remus' new status as prefect was going to ruin their lives. He hadn't thought it would, but hearing his friend now suggest they waste a perfectly good Friday night on doing nothing felt out of character. And distasteful. Blasphemous even.
Remus wasn't even looking at them; his eyes remained on the contents of his book and Sirius didn't know if he'd rather throw the book in the fire to make Remus look up at him, or be the book - and be the only thing Remus saw.
''They’ll expect us to do something, make them nervous and antsy,'' Moony continued. ''When we still haven’t done anything by the end of the night, they’ll think we’ve messed with their dorms or common room and nothing keeps on happening. They’ll be frantic for days, trying to figure out what it is we did.''
Sirius thought it over. He could hear James exclaiming something, but didn't catch what. It wasn't a terrible idea. It was less eventful than Sirius wanted, but it would be a good prank if executed well.
He chewed the inside of his mouth and said: ''I do enjoy the idea of-'' but he never finished his sentence, because at that moment, Remus got his by a volatile magazine. And hot chocolate got spilled everywhere.
''Can success ruin your sex life, Black?'' He didn't need to look up to know how the voice belonged to. Marlene McKinnon, who'd been missing in action since Quidditch practice. Sirius got up and shouted a comment right back. It was all just friendly banter. He and Marlene didn't hate each other. Anymore.
Sirius began looking around for something to throw back at her, but everything was either covered in hot chocolate or throw to the side to prevent the chocolate form spreading. He looked up at Remus, whose face had turned bright red. Shit, Sirius thought. He hated to see Remus so uncomfortable.
Sirius bend down to pick up the magazine, but James was faster. As he began reading a headline out loud, Sirius pulled out his wand to clean up the table. He muttered, ''Tergeo,'' and watched as the chocolate dried itself up, leaving the table untouched and Remus' book readable again.
''You might want to, uh-'' Sirius motioned to Remus' pants, lifting his wand halfway, but feeling uncertain if he was allowed to speak the words. He didn't know why it made him so uncomfortable - he did know - because if it had been James, he would've done it in a heartbeat and yet.
''Ha! Look, Padfoot, you could use some hair advice.'' Sirius looked up at James and blinked twice before registering what his friend had said. Next to him, he noticed Peter get out his own wand and use the cleaning spell on Remus, like it had been nothing - because it was nothing, damnit.
Sirius cracked out a smile. ''Hey, I don't need hair advice, I give out hair advice, thank you very much.'' The magazine fell into his hands and Sirius read out a couple other headlines. Marriage in the 1970s: How the Rules Have Changed was one of them and another read: How do you recognize homosexuality in your child? And what to do about it? Sirius swallowed and clenched his fist. He walked over to the great fireplace in the common room, close to where the girls were sitting and threw the magazine in the flames. He stared at it for a hot minute, watching the flames curl the pages, and the face of the lady on the cover page turn black.
He snapped out of it when James bumped him. ''Can we go now?"
Sirius turned around with a smile. ''Certainly. Moony, do you want to go change or are you good to go?'' He tucked his wand back between the belt loops on his lower back. In a few steps, Sirius had returned to the couch where he picked up his jacket. ''Do you need a gift, d'you reckon? To integrate better? Or are we just the surprise? Gryffindor's golden boys blessing them with our presence?'' He winked at his friends.

kindness is never a burden.

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin common room ★ pandora & barty

Evan watched with pure content as Isoldes hair turned grey and her back bended forwards. And his grin only widened as Isolde shrieked and stared at herself and told Barty how unfunny it all was, but it was actually very funny to Evan. Until she called Pandora a slur. And his face dropped. In a mere second he was standing between Isolde and Pandora, the latter still reaching out to the grey girl in front of them with a softness Evan didn't think Isolde deserved. ''You don’t need to stress. The effects will only –'' his sister spoke, but again she got cut off by Isolde. Glasses fell. Evan felt a small bump as Pandora's hand ricochet against his elbow. Nobody was laughing anymore, not even Barty.
Evan was fuming. His hands were balled up in tight fists, but he wasn't looking at Isolde anymore. He was looking at Barty. What did he think, allowing Isolde to infiltrate their group? Why was he hanging out with her anyway? Weren't him and Pandora and Regulus enough? They had each others backs and now Isolde messed with them.
Barty cursed her silently under his breathe. If Evan hadn't been looking at him, he wouldn't even have noticed it happening. Except for Isolde's hair falling out rapidly. As if the grey wasn't bad enough, she was now grasping at her scalp, handful of hairy clumps coming undone with each movement. Evan released his fists and a grin spread across his face again. Barty's uncontrolled laughter made it hard for him to stay angry - even though it was probably the shot of Alihotsy and not because Barty found the situation that funny.
When there was no hair left to pull out, she spat at Barty: ''We’re done.''
He replied: ''You’re forgetting your hair!'' Which made Evan laugh again. He would forgive his friend then.
''Women, am I right? Not you, of course, Panda. Nobody touches our little Panda, am I right, Evan?'' Barty said with his arms thrown over his and Pandora's shoulders.
''Right,'' Evan said and nudged his friend in the side. He was about to say something else when his vision became blurry. It was too sudden to be the weed or the alcohol, so Evan immediately assumed it was a panic attack. Which made him panic. But then he felt something push against his eye-sockets and his vision came back bright and clear. He looked around the room and at his friends faces and discovered he couldn't look up or down and his eyelashes felt glued to the space right beneath his eyebrows. His eyes were huge.
''Fuck,'' Evan said and then laughed again. ''Bulgeye potion.'' He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror in the corner of the common room and nearly fell on the floor laughing. He looked like a frog. Or a gecko. Or those small monkeys with the huge eyes.
''Still your turn, Pands,'' Evan said and motioned to the platter of shot glasses still left on the table. Isolde had ruined a couple of them, but there were still about three left with their contents intact. Evan decided to ignore Isolde for the rest of the night, and also ignore the fact she'd been here throwing her tantrum. Snape. Isolde. His list was getting longer. But it was his birthday and he could do whatever he wanted.
In that spirit, he got out his new rolling papers and a bit of tobacco - with just a tiny bit of weed, because he didn't want to go overboard tonight - and let the magic do it's thing. Lifesavers at this moment, Evan thought, as his bulgy eyes spun everywhere except where he wanted them to. It was kind of trippy, but he also kind of liked it. He decided he should at it to his stock as a party trick, and made a mental note to ask Dorcas about it later.

kindness is never a burden.

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Dorcas Meadowes
Slytherin ✯ 15 ✯ Year 5 ✯ Prefect & Chaser ✯ Slytherin Common Room

Dorcas entered the Slytherin Common Room a little past 9pm exhausted. She loved being a prefect, she really did. She liked roaming the halls after hours alone or with another prefect from any house - she really wasn't picky; she enjoyed encountering students and hearing why they think their reason for being out after curfew she should consider as reasonable; she loved thinking about the soft smile her mother had flashed her after she'd gotten the letter. She also enjoyed overseeing the decorating process for events like Christmas and showing first year's around - which she'd only done once now of course, but she would admit without shame that she had rocked those.
But Merlin's beard, was she exhausted. The extra responsibilities asked a lot of her, especially on top of the Quidditch team and school choir. Not to mention the extra electives she'd picked. Everything was just too interesting to let it pass her by. Dorcas knew she'd have to slow down eventually, but tonight was certainly not that night. It was Evan Rosier's birthday, and although they'd been friendly since their first year at Hogwarts, lately she's grown kind of weary being around him for too long. She's heard him say certain things, heard about the company he sometimes keeps and it worries her.
Of course, Evan comes as a sort of package deal with Pandora Rosier, his twin sister - as they jokingly say - and Dorcas' ex-girlfriend. She still adores Panda, but romantically, they just weren't a match.
Dorcas beheld the scene of the common room for a second. There were skateboard-figured-balloons floating in the air, people scattered around the sofas and chairs and nooks and crevices and in the center there stood a couple of tables filled with snacks and drinks in all colors and sizes. In the middle of it all, she saw the birthday boy laughing, flanked by Pandora, Barty Crouch Jr. and a girl Dorcas vaguely recognized from Pandora's dorm. Except the last girl wasn't laughing, but greying and yelling.
Dorcas arrived at the scene only in time to catch the last sentences: ''we’re done!'' by Isolde, and ''you’re forgetting your hair!'' by Barty. Dorcas halted near them, and watched in genuine shock as Isolde ran from the group, bald and angry and on the verge of crying.
''Barty Crouch Junior,'' Dorcas exclaimed, eyes wide. She placed her hands of her hips like she'd often seen her mother do when she got angry at her father. Barty was slouched over Pandora and Evans shoulders. ''Making girls cry on Evans birthday is just poor manners, indeed!'' She waved her index finger at him, and moved over to kiss Pandora on the cheek as a way of greeting. In a swift motion, she picked up a glass of something from the table behind Pandora. She was about to hand over her birthday present to Evan, when his eyes grew the size of oranges almost instantly. He began laughing.
Dorcas eyed the scene curiously and deducted that they were doing drugs. Well, potion roulette - which was nearly the same.
''Okay,'' she said after a beat. ''I will just let you all continue doing whatever it is you are doing,'' she winked at Pandora. ''And offer my gift at a latter hour.'' Without waiting for a reply, Dorcas turned around on her heel and walked away from the group. It only took her a few seconds to find Xenophilius' pale blond hair in the dark room. He was standing next to Regulus Black, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. Oh boy. Dorcas took a sip of her drink.

''Regulus,'' Dorcas said as a way of greeting when she halted next to the duo. She immediately pushed herself onto one of the giant windowsills, looking out over the lake, crossing her legs. She set her drink aside and cupped her head in her hand, resting her elbow on her thigh. ''Your friends are acting strange. Stranger than normal.'' She smiled. With her free hand, she passed behind Regulus' back to take Xenophilius' in hers and squeezed it. Merlin's beard, she loved Xeno. He was just the most excellent and loveable and interesting person she knew.

kindness is never a burden.

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_{_REMUS}
𝓁𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓃

gryffindor • 15 • halfblood • werewolf • fifth year • prefect • with the marauders • ~~gryffindor common room~~ the moving staircases

Remus barely reacted to whatever James was teasing Sirius with. Too busy with being embarassed. And becoming more embarrassing because he felt so embarrassed and oddly exposed by it. It was oddly complicated. He just stood there, frozen. Face bright red. Thank Merlin for Peter, who still had some sense and used a cleaning spell on him. Remus gave him a grateful nod and gathered his belongings, while James and Sirius continued yapping. He had noticed Sirius using a cleaning charm on his book and on the carpet. But not on him. Had Sirius not wanted to? Had he caught Remus staring at him? His book abruptly fell out of his hands, his body aching as he bent down to pick it up. Whatever happened, Sirius could never know of the turmoil that happened inside his body whenever Remus saw him. He could never jeopordize their friendship like that. His friends were his oxygen.

“Can we go now?” James asked impatiently.
Sirius grinned. Remus looked away quickly. “Certainly. Moony, do you want to go change or are you good to go? Do you need a gift, d'you reckon? To integrate better? Or are we just the surprise? Gryffindor's golden boys blessing them with our presence?”
“Just gonna bring my book to the dorm. And I doubt any presents we’d bring would change the Slytherins’... joy of seeing us.” Some sort of hell would break lose, that was one thing was certain.Remus moved towards the stairs, when Lily called out to him.
“I’ll keep it safe for you.” She nodded towards his book, a knowing-look in her observant eyes. Lily always seemed to be aware when his body was hurting, helping him quietly. There had been countless times already that she switched their late night patrolling duties, without him needing to ask and pretending it would be better for her own schedule. No one none the wiser that it was actually for Remus’ benefit. “I was going to borrow it anyways.”
“Oh, right. Thanks Lily.” He handed over his book, leaning forward as he did. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the troublemakers.” He did not dare to look at Marlene.

Only minutes later they were walking down the moving staircases, Remus tightly holding on to the railing. He should’ve brought his cane. It was going to be hell, going back-up later that night. But bringing his cane to the Slytherin Common Room wasn’t a brilliant idea either. He just would’ve to make it through the pain. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been through worse.
“So, what is our plan, actually?” he asked. They had not brought anything with them. “All I know is that Pandora organized the party, Merlin knows what we can expect.” He was fond of the tiny Slytherin, but she was also rather unpredictable. The girl was part of his accidental studygroup and always asked random questions no one knew the answers to. The professors probably did not even know.
Can Thestrals see each other?
If you transfigure a rat into a goblet, where does its brain go?
How do you keep Devil’s Snare from trying to hug you every time you pass by?

sometimes, the scary thing turns out to be the most wonderful thing of all

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_{_PANDORA}
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slytherin • 15 • pureblood • fourth year • chaser • with evan and barty • slytherin common room

At first, Pandora thought that it was the potion that made Isolde’s hair fall out. Until she saw Barty’s face and the murderous look in Isolde’s eyes. Barty bursted out in laughter again, a joyful sound. Despite the situation, the corners of her mouth quirked upwards.
“We’re done,” she hissed, storming off. It left Pandora a bit confused. She didn’t know Barty and Isolde had been dating and also felt insulted that Barty had never told them. Maybe they only started dating tonight – though all the snogging wasn’t necessary a sign for that. It would’ve to be the shortest relationship in history.
“You’re forgetting your hair!”
The answer was a middlefinger. Perhaps she should not sleep in her own dorm tonight.
“Women, am I right?”
Pandora stuck out her tongue.
“Not you, of course, Panda.”
Barty threw his arm around them and Panda leaned into his touch. “Nobody touches our little Panda, am I right, Evan?”
She jabbed his side with her elbow. “Shush, so rude and false.” Ignoring that she was barely reaching her friend’s shoulders.

Momentarily distracted, Panda had a sign-conversation with Regulus.
“Xeno likes my cocktails,” she beamed, bouncing on the ball of her feet. Looking to her side at Evan, she immediately bursted out in a fit of giggles. Her brother’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets, looking like a cute little frog. “Oh you still look magnificent.” She patted his head. Unlike Isolde, he did not panic at all, but found it rather hilarious. “I support this new look of yours.”

Her face lit up when she saw Dorcas enter the common room and make her way over towards them. Once Dor started to scowled, Pandora put her hand on her pretty mouth. “Sssh, Isolde was a bit… mean. Barty meant no harm, it is okay.” She accepted the kiss on her cheek and Dor wandered off again.

“Still your turn, Pands.”
“Oh, right!” Most of the shots had fallen over, but that was fine. She still had some more saved for later that evening. She grabbed a random shot and downed it. The drink burned her throat more than any alcohol would. Honestly, she had no idea what kind of potions Regulus made. She had just given him a list of things that would be fun and free reign for all the rest of it. The effect was instant, fire leaving her mouth as soon as she opened it. With her lips pressed together, smoke left her nose. She clapped her hands in excitement. Oh, this was great fun! She motioned – or rather: forced – Evan to put his newly rolled joint in his mouth. Carefully positioning herself, she blew out fire, lightning the joint. Panda bounced up and down, accidentally opening her mouth again. Fire came out, bursting some of the balloons. Shit. She hid her mouth behind her hands. At least Barty was safe next to her, as he had no hair anyways.

There was one small thing that kept on bothering her, though. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “What is a slag?” she asked carefully, making sure not to burn someone’s eyebrows off. “If you don’t tell me I’ll just ask Reggie or Dor.” Words that she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. Dumb stung more than the other word could. “Oh, and has anyone seen Noodles? I want him to see my new trick.”

sometimes, the scary thing turns out to be the most wonderful thing of all

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Slytherin Common Room • w. Pandora, Evan

The party was in full swing now. There had already been some chaos that scratched the itch Barty constantly felt—a spike of excitement from throwing things off to an unpredictable outcome.
“Xeno likes my cocktails,” Pandora beamed.
“Who?” Barty asked, as he was just about to let go off Evan and Pandora to grab himself another drink when he froze at the sound of a loud, “Barty Crouch Junior!”
Dorcas was standing in front of them, hands on her hips and eyes wide. “Making girls cry on Evans birthday is just poor manners, indeed!” She wagged a finger at him.
“Why?!” Barty instantly protested.
“Sssh. Isolde was a bit… mean. Barty meant no harm. It’s okay,” Pandora said as Dorcas kissed her cheek.
“Exactly!” Barty said, “Plus, I don’t think Evan minds!” He quickly turned to Evan. “Do you mind?”
But he instantly forgot his question when he saw Evan’s face. Bulgeye Potion had always been Barty’s favorite. The potion he’d taken was wearing off, but his laughter was loud nonetheless. Evan’s eyes were far too huge for his head.

“You look like a pug, mate, crossed with a monkey or something…” He chuckled, teasingly lifting a finger in Evan’s direction to touch his eyeball, the urge to touch it a little too big. “It’s too good.”
“Oh, you still look magnificent,” Pandora said, patting Evan’s head. “I support this new look of yours.”
Barty still chuckled and nodded in agreement.
Dorcas laughed too. ''I will just let you all continue doing whatever it is you are doing,'' she said, winking at Pandora. ''And offer my gift at a latter hour." Dorcas didn't wait for a reply, but rather just walked away.
“Don’t I get a kiss?!” Barty yelled. "Now that's what I call poor manners.." he complained and tore himself away from between Evan and Pandora to grab a new drink.
Evan had been laughing too at the effects of his potion. And he should! This was his party, after all. “Still your turn, Pands,” He said, motioning to the platter of shot glasses still on the table. He pulled out his new rolling papers, and seeing that made Barty feel a sense of pride.

“Oh, right!” Pandora said, grabbing one of the glasses and downing it in one go.
Barty watched eagerly and didn’t have to wait long. The fire that left Pandora’s mouth made Barty jump back a bit. Smoke left her nose, and Barty whistled, impressed.
When Pandora tried to light Evan’s blunt with her fire breath, Barty wasn’t too sure, but he also wasn’t going to stop it. Sipping his drink, he watched the two siblings like a weird circus act. Pandora was over the moon, bouncing up and down, accidentally spewing fire again. A balloon above them caught fire, and Barty quickly whipped out his wand to cast Aguamenti, extinguishing the flame before it could fall onto him.
“Good thing you’re not a dragon, eh, Panda?” Barty handed her a cup with a cocktail. He found breathing fire always left an ashy aftertaste in his mouth. He was so ready for this party to become even more alive.
“What is a slag?” Pandora asked, something careful in her voice. Barty wasn’t sure if it was because of the question or the potion earlier.
“It mainly refers to the byproduct of smelting metal ores or volcanic rock that forms when lava cools,” Barty said factually, as if he were taking an Alchemy exam. “Though I’m pretty sure Isolde’s not too interested in any of that. So, she probably meant to say you’re a slut. You do know what that means, right?” He asked, just to check.
Barty took a sip. “Which is dumb anyway because, one, nothing’s wrong with being a slut if you are; two, you’re not actually that promiscuous; and three… she’s a bitch.” He shrugged his shoulders.

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evolve

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ The Stairs • w. Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter

So, how did Marlene McKinnon end up sneaking down the staircase joining the four Musketeers on their way to a Slytherin party? Easy, like this:

“I was about to suggest a game of Scrabble or Monopoly, but if you want to start a war with the Marauders, Marls, you go right ahead. Shall we leave these rascals to their demise and have some fun?” Mary asked Lily.
“Please, no Monopoly. I don’t have the patience for that. And you are terrible at Scrabble,” Lily teased, poking Mary’s cheek.
Mary pouted.
“You always come up with words that don’t even exist, and then you go all pouty,” Lily said. “You do know I’m a terrible sore loser, right?”
“We could go outside and build a snowman,” Lily suggested, already up from her chair. “Let’s go, yes. We can drink some tea afterward. And maybe, while the boys are up to their nonsense, we can enchant our snowman and make it sneak into the boys’ dorm. It could hide in their bathroom.”

“That does it,” Marlene declared, putting the magazine Mary gave her down. “I love you both terribly, but Friday night Monopoly, Scrabble, or snowman building?!” She shook her head. “You two have lost the plot!” Ruffling both their hair as she walked past them, she added, “War with the Marauders it is! Wish me luck!”

So yeah, to avoid a night where she’d fall asleep before midnight, she found herself descending the stairs with the boys.
“What is our plan, actually?” Remus asked as they descended the staircase. “All I know is that Pandora organized the party. Merlin knows what we can expect.”
He held on to the railing more than usual, Marlene noticed, just as she had noticed how bright red he turned earlier. He could’ve been mistaken for a traffic light—if they had those in the wizarding world, that is. Marlene shouldn’t pry, but she couldn’t help being awfully curious about what that had been about. She kept an eye on him, looking for clues.
“The plan is simple: Marlene and the Marauders are crashing a party,” Marlene said excitedly. “We honestly should start a band if this night turns out right.”
“Only if I can be the lead singer,” James immediately bounced back. “And we make a Christmas album.”
“We’ll get matching Christmas sweaters and everything!” Marlene added, throwing an arm over Peter’s shoulder. “Thank you, boys, for letting me join you. Lily proposed building a snowman and drinking tea! Potter, how did you fancy her?”
Every man in his right mind should fancy Lily, of course, but Marlene was already on a “making the Marauders a bit uncomfortable” tour and wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.

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James Potter
15 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Dungeons • w. Marlene, Remus, Peter, Sirius

James was almost skipping down the stairs. These nights were the best—just him and his friends, with plenty of prank-pulling opportunities. It made his heart swell in ways that made him want to shrink the lot of them down and tuck them into his pocket. Although, for Peter, that wouldn’t be necessary, since he could just turn into Wormtail, but you get the idea.
He was enthusiastically bouncing off of Marlene’s idea for a christmas album and flipping his wand in his hand at the same time.
“Lily proposed building a snowman and drinking tea! Potter, how did you fancy her?” Marlene asked.
James stopped flipping his wand and used it to scratch the back of his head instead. “Ehh,” he said, a bit awkwardly. He had gotten over the embarrassment of the stunts he pulled in his first years trying to get Lily’s attention, but sometimes the feeling still caught him. Especially in moments like this, when people randomly brought it up and he wasn’t quite prepared.
“She actually said that?” he asked, thinking it was rather cute. “But, yeah, no, because she’s really smart, and funny, and has these pretty freckles...” His voice grew quieter the longer he spoke. “You know what? Why am I even explaining myself, as if none of you ever had an embarrassing crush when you were younger?” James decided. “I’m not sorry for loving loudly!” He pulled out a little flask he had swiped from his dad over the summer, lifting it to his lips to drink some of the Firewhisky inside, then offering it to Sirius.

After their descent, standing in front of the cold dungeon wall through which he had seen Slytherins disappear, James looked at Sirius. “The honor is yours, the most reputable and respected Mr. Padfoot.” He made an exaggerated bow to pave the way for Sirius to speak the password and access the entrance.

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SIRIUS BLACK

16 ♦ Year 5 ♦ Slytherin dungeon ♦ With James, Remus, Marlene & Peter

The Marauders were making their way down to the Slytherin dungeon - and for some reason unknown to Sirius, Marlene had joined them. He had not forgiven her for throwing that book at him, and even less for hitting Remus instead. It hadn't gone unnoticed that she hadn't apologized yet, either.
''The plan is simple: Marlene and the Marauders are crashing a party,'' Marlene answered Remus' question. She commented that they could form a band, and James immediately claimed the lead singer position. Sirius interrupted that he could be the sexy guitarist or bass player who flirts with the lead singer for attention. Remus could be a drummer, hiding in the back on stage. Peter could be... a pianist maybe, or play a flute. Peter did not like that comment.
The conversation continued on about Christmas albums and Lily Evans, James' favorite topic.
''Why am I even explaining myself, as if none of you ever had an embarrassing crush when you were younger? I’m not sorry for loving loudly!'' James ended his small monologue.
Sirius nodded, accepting the flask James held out to him. ''Absolutely,'' he said solemnly. He placed a hand over his chest as if he was making an oath. ''I have been in love with Minerva McGonagall since the day I met her, September first 1971. And I shan't be ashamed!'' Sirius took a swig of the flask. ''I'll love you forever, Minnie!'' He yelled and held out his hand in the general direction of her study. He was quickly hushed by Peter. They weren't supposed to be out, obviously. But they had a Remus with them, so it was all good.
The firewhiskey burned in his throat. Sirius handed the flask to the next person. ''Maybe we should've brought the Invisibility Cloak, though.'' Sirius took out his wand. ''Accio Cloak!'' It didn't work, obviously. He pouted and put the wand back into his back pocket. ''Worth a try.''

The temperature dropped a little when they reached the dungeons. Sirius kind of wished he'd brought a sweater. Thankfully, his damp hair had dried completely.
''The honor is yours, the most reputable and respected Mr. Padfoot,'' James said and bowed. Sirius bowed back with a smirk.
''Ah, yes, why thank you, Mr. Prongs.'' Sirius spread his arms before the wall. ''Mr. Moony, Mr. Wormtail, Miss McKinnon, if you please,'' he looked over his shoulder at them and made a shoo-ing motion. ''Stand back.'' He waited until they took a step back. With a raised eyebrow, he repeated the motion. ''Little further.''
He cleared his throat dramatically.
''Boomslang!'' Sirius nearly shouted. He looked at the wall expectingly. Nothing happened. "Boomslang?'' He tried again. Nothing happened. Exasperated he turned around to the others. ''Alright, so the password might be false.''
He turned back to the wall, pensively. They could wait until someone came along to open the door, but there's no way that person would simply let them in. The thought of asking for Regulus crossed his mind, but just as quickly left it too. Dorcas maybe, they were childhood friends, so he might've gotten her to let them in, if it weren't for the fact she'd become a prefect this year. Evan's sister Pandora was also friendly to anyone, but there was no way she'd let them in to ruin her brother's birthday party.
''Alohomora,'' Sirius tried. Didn't work, obviously. ''Revelio.'' Also nothing. ''Or I forgot something... Boomslang Slytherin! Boomslang Snake!'' He kept trying. ''Boomslang... Noodle!'' Suddenly, a dark green door appeared in the wall, swinging open on it's invisible hinges.
Triumphantly Sirius looked at his friends. He made a big dramatic bow: ''Messrs. Prongs, Wormtail, Moony and Miss McKinnon, I present to you: the Slytherin Common Room.''

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Ravenclaw • 15 • Fifth Year • Slytherin Common Room • With Regulus and Dorcas

“Perhaps you should make her jealous,” Regulus said.
Xenophilius looked up from the dark lake, intrigued.
“Show her what she’s missing. Court another girl. I read it in a book once, and it worked rather well. They married at the end and had three children together.”
Xeno wasn’t sure whether he wanted marriage or children, but maybe Regulus’ idea had some logic to it. Perhaps Isolde didn’t see him as a viable romantic option because he’d never been particularly outgoing about crushes or dating, unlike others at school. It just wasn’t his thing, and he didn’t think other people’s opinions had anything to do with it. But maybe this was exactly what he needed for Isolde to see him as an option. A good option.
“You think that would work?” Xeno asked. “What book did you read that in?”
Instead of answering, Regulus changed the subject. “If you believe Severus is a vampire… What do you think my friends are?” Regulus said. “Barty is definitely a banshee.”
“I thought banshees preferred appearing as women with long black hair,” he added, gesturing the approximate length described in his Magical Creatures books. “Your brother has hair like that, doesn’t he?”

“Regulus,” Dorcas interrupted as she joined them, and Xeno’s face lit up. She was smart, quick-witted, and single-handedly his favorite person in the castle.
She perched herself on the windowsill and crossed her legs. “Your friends are acting strange. Stranger than normal,” she said to Regulus, as she reached behind his back and intertwined her fingers with Xeno’s. Where Xeno found most Slytherins cold and distant, Dorcas was different. When he was near her, he felt her warmth and ease. It made it natural to be close, and the two were almost always glued together, holding hands or linking arms.
“Regulus thinks Barty is a banshee. Maybe that’s why his friends are acting strange,” Xeno teased, glancing up to search for Regulus’ friend group.
Instead, he was startled to see a group of Gryffindors near the entrance to the Common Room. “Hey, I didn’t know your brother was going to be here tonight.” Xeno said to Regulus. "Does he come here often?"

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin common room ★ pandora & barty

Slyhterin prefect Dorcas Meadowes came and went with Evan barely noticing. He was a bit too preoccupied with laughing about himself to hear her scold Barty. He did pick up the mention of a present, though, later on and he wondered what it could be.
Then it was finally Pandora's turn. Almost instantly, smoke began emerging from her nostrils. But Barty and Evan looked at her impressed, as a bit of fire escaped her lips. He wondered what it felt like. Did the fire tickle her throat? Did it tingle? How deep does it go into your esophagus?
When Panda motioned to Evans joint, he didn't hesitate but pushed his blonde curls out of his face and pushed it forward towards Pandora. He closed his huge bulgy eyes and prepared for possible disaster, or possible fun. A gust of hot wind rushed past his face and when he opened his eyes, the cig was lit. At that moment, fire escaped Pandora's mouth and bust a balloon open. Barty's reflexes were quick enough to extinguish the flame with a simple charm.
Evan inhaled and exhaled the smoke of his cig. ''Sick,'' he said and smirked, though taking a step backwards in case Pandora had more to say. He held out the joint towards his friends. Sharing is caring after all.
''What is a slag?'' Panda asked out of the blue. She kept a hand in front of her mouth, to detain the fire. ''If you don’t tell me I’ll just ask Reggie or Dor.''
Evan coughed, but Barty was faster with his answer. And of course his answer was boring and very matter-of-factly. Evan raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. Little know it all.
''Obviously she knows what a slut is,'' Evan said annoyed. Did he think Pandora was stupid? ''Don't worry about it, Panda, she's just a jealous bitch.'' He bumped her shoulder. ''And anyway, me and B are bigger sluts than you are, and we don't care what others think. Right?'' He wouldn't actually really call himself a slut, though he didn't shy away from the occasional snogsession either. Just something to pass the time. He didn't think Pandora approached relationships like that.
''Has anyone seen Noodles? I want him to see my new trick.'' Pandora was ofcourse referring to the large snake roaming the Slytherin common room. It had been here for centuries; Evan could almost believe the rumors it was actually a god. The fact it just allowed Pandora to call it Noodles meant it was either a very Great God or a very Stupid one. He didn't know which version he hated more.
''Set it on fire,'' Evan said. ''See if it survives.'' That would prove the God theory real quick. He started picking out dirt from under his fingernails. At that moment the doors to the common room opened and five people walked in.
Evan's eyes turned into slits. ''Who the fuck invited them?''

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gryffindor • 15 • halfblood • werewolf • fifth year • prefect • with the marauders and marlene • slytherincommon room

“The plan is simple: Marlene and the Marauders are crashing a party,” the blond tag-along exclaimed. “We honestly should start a band if this night turns out right.”
Remus raised an eyebrow, keeping his comments to himself. Just barging in could hardly be called a plan. If anything, with his aching limbs, he was team Lily for that evening and rather would’ve spent it drinking tea. Skipping out on the snowmanpart. The cold only made his limbs ache more. After their party crashing, he’d go up to the prefect bathroom, let his body soak in the hot water.

He tuned out the rest of the conversation as they made their way to the dungeons, purely focussing on making his way down the stairs without crashing and making a fool of himself.
“The honour is yours, the most reputable and respected Mr. Padfoot.” James gestured towards Sirius.
“Ah, yes, why thank you, Mr. Prongs. Mr. Moony, Mr. Wormtail, Miss McKinnon, if you please,” he shooeded them away. “Stand back.”
Remus rolled his eyes but complied.
Of course, things did not go to plan. He sighed, watching Sirius with a mix of exasperation and amusement. Of course, he would turn guessing a password into a full-blown performance. Also Remus could not help but be rather smug and satisfied that the way Sirius supposedly got the password, probably flirting some girl, had not worked after all. It was only after some more random, snake-related words that a door appeared, coloured in Slytherin green.
“Messrs. Prongs, Wormtail, Moony and Miss McKinnon, I present to you: the Slytherin Common Room.” Sirius looked rather proud of himself.
He slow-clapped. “Ah, yes. If only we had known earlier that shouting random words at the Slytherin entrance would get us in.” He gestured for James, Sirius and Marlene to head in first, himself following last, after Peter had entered as well, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "This," Remus said, tilting his head at the ominous doorway, "is a terrible idea."
Neon-coloured skateboard-shaped balloons filled the ceiling, nearly filtering out the cold green light that came from the lake. Some second-years were belting out a song in some sort of machine. They immediately received hostile, glowering stares. Lovely.
Something slithering on the ground caught his eye, hissing. Peter whimpered next to him.
“Noodles!” a clear voice rang out. “That is not how you greet someone.” Pandora sauntered over to them, one of the few people in the room who wasn’t giving them death glares. She scooped up the giant boa constrictor, putting its body around her shoulders. The snake’s tail wrapped around her left leg as she stepped closer to the three in front, assessing them. Its head moved closer towards James, hissing once more. “Noodles likes your glasses,” Pandora declared, gently pushing the snake’s head backward. It started playing with Pandora’s hair instead, biting her dark locks.
“Do you think she’s a parseltongue?” Peter whispered next to him.
Remus ignored him.
“Nobody invited you,” Pandora continued, “but, I’ll let you stay. If you ruin my brother’s birthday, however… James, you should remember that I’m the Quidditch commentator. Sirius, I’ll make sure no leather jacket will ever fit you again. Remus, I will tell your friends exactly what the girls in your studygroup have been giggling about.”
Remus flushed.
“Peter, I won’t ever give you my chocolate cards again. Marlene… as you’re a first time offender I'll let you off. Now…” Pandora waved her wand. A silver platter with shots floated over. “Shots or leave.”
He reached for one hesitantly, rather sure this wouldn’t be just a normal shot. All or nothing. He closed his eyes and threw back the shot.

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slytherin • 14 • pureblood • fourth year • seeker • ~~with xenophilius~~ alone • slytherin common room

“Regulus.”
Normally, Regulus liked seeing Dorcas. At that moment, not so much. Xenophilius would never leave again.
“Your friends are acting strange. Stranger than normal.” His fellow Slytherin grabbed Xenophilus’ hand. She was friends with Xenophilius and called his friends strange?
Regulus scoffed and looked pointedly at the boy next to him.
“Regulus thinks Barty is a banshee. Maybe that’s why his friends are acting strange,” Xeno teased, glancing up to search for Regulus’ friend group.
“I believe the banshee theory holds. He’s dramatic enough, and you have to admit, his voice could wake the dead.” He smirked slightly, though the amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I don’t think he’d take offense to it, either. He’d probably be delighted to know we think he’s a spectral omen of death."

His body froze over when he saw his brother walk in. As always, he had to involve himself in everything. Bloody, fucking, hell. He did not want to deal with this. Not when his brother could not even talk to him on other days. And he especially did not want to Sirius’ idiotic friends, after his and James’ accident earlier that day. His gaze flickered toward the Gryffindors, lingering on his brother for just a moment before he looked away. Both Sirius and James had a way of taking up space, even when he wasn’t speaking—his laughter too loud, his presence too imposing. Regulus had spent years pretending it didn’t affect him.
"Hey, I didn’t know your brother was going to be here tonight.” Xenophilius said. Regulus’ jaw tightened. "Does he come here often?"
He focused on Xeno and Dorcas, his patience wearing thin. Xenophilius was staring at him with that unrelenting curiosity of his, the kind that made it impossible to have a simple conversation. His lack of self-awareness grated on Regulus’ nerves
“I am leaving,” he said with a clipped voice, rubbing his temple as though fighting off an oncoming headache. Not bothering to reply to Xenophilius question or wait for a response, he headed over towards the dorms. Evan would understand him for leaving early, he hoped.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if Sirius had been watching him, too.

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15 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Regulus

If James ever needed a confirmation the Sorting Hat was right not to put him into Slytherin, this was it. The Slytherin Common Room was worse than James expected it to be. The entire room is bathed in an eerie green glow, light filtering through the windows with behind it the Great Lake. Plush emerald and black armchairs are gathered in intimate clusters, occupied by students and if James weren't wrong he’d already seen Snape lurking about the back of the Common Room. Students were also perched on the edges of leather sofas, whispering in hushed voices, while others leaned over a game of wizard’s chess. Weird shaped balloons danced in the air and below them, a big snake crawled towards them. James already had his wand in hand, ready to hex the boa constrictor before a high-pitched voice caught his attention.
“Noodles!” Pandora Rosier called out, scooping the snake off the ground. Out of all the Slytherins, Pandora wasn’t too bad. She had a bouncy energy about her and was a constant chatterbox, which he liked. It was too bad she was mostly accompanied by her deadbeat brother and creepy best friend which had prevented James from actually getting to know Pandora.
With the snake wrapped around her shoulders she declared the animal liked James’ glasses.
“Oh, thanks,” James said, ruffling his hair. “I like its– er, scales."
“Nobody invited you,” Pandora said and after continued giving them her conditions. Something about her being the quidditch commentator (which James had protested many times by the schoolboard), Sirius’ leather jacket and girls giggling about Remus.
“Yeah, yeah, Remus the ladiesmen…” James complained. “What’we need to do, Rosier?”
“Shots or leave.” A silver platter carrying various shots appeared next to Pandora.
“That’s not so bad!” James said. He had already picked up one little shot glass from the platter when he noticed a very broody Regulus Black looking rather keen on sneaking out of the common room unnoticed.
Regulus Black, James thought deliberately, then let go of the Snitch he had been holding in his pocket. The little golden ball slipped out of his sweater, zipped past Pandora’s face, and headed straight for Regulus.
“Whoops, sorry!” James said, excusing himself as he followed the Snitch, shot glass still in hand.
He had charmed the Snitch back in his second year as one of his many desperate attempts to get Lily’s attention. See, James had thought it would be funny if the little golden ball kept bumping into Lily, turning it into a sort of game, her catching it before it hit her and all that. But to James’ dismay, Lily hadn’t found it amusing in the slightest.
So, while it hadn’t won him Lily, it did serve as a handy party trick, or a way to find someone. All James had to do was think of a person’s name, and the Snitch would seek them out. It only worked within a mile, but James still thought it was rather fun.
And right now, it led him to a dim corridor bordering the common room and as he walked the corner, just saw how the snitch bumped into the back of Regulus’ head. James had to suppress a chuckle while he plucked the snitch out of the air behind Regulus.
“Sorry, must’ve slipped through my fingers,” he said, coming to a standstill in front of Regulus.
“I meant to ask you this morning, but you didn’t seem in the mood for small talk—or, well,” James ruffled his hair again, “any kind of talk. But I’ve been working on this potion and have hit a bit of a wall, and as it happens, Old Slug said you might be able to help,” James said. That part was true.
“You’d even get extra credit for it.” That part wasn’t. Yet. But James figured he could make it happen, especially if he finally agreed to attend Slughorn’s next posh party after the hundredth invite he’d gotten and declined.

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

"Obviously, she knows what a slut is," Evan said, annoyed.
Barty tipped his head back, rolled his eyes, and blew out the smoke he’d been holding in his lungs. Overprotective much, he thought. Fucking people with siblings, always acting like they…
"Don’t worry about it, Panda, she’s just a jealous bitch."
"True," Barty added, nodding slowly.
Another side effect of the long term use of a Time-Turner, besides the initial headache after stopping for the weekend, was the slowing of time. After spending all week repeating hours to attend classes running simultaneously, his head got used to the extra hours in a day. Then, when the weekend hit, everything dragged. The fast-paced, double-hour week came to an abrupt halt on Friday night, leaving Barty feeling like the world and his body were moving in awkward slow motion. As if someone had slammed the brakes on the Earth’s spin and left him wading through heavy waters.
He doubted drinking or smoking helped, but it was the only way to kick the headache. Had to pick his battles, didn’t he? So, he found himself in the usual mindset, slow, mellow, and not entirely sure he was still catching everything happening around him.
"And anyway, me and B are bigger sluts than you are, and we don’t care what others think. Right?" Evan said.
That made Barty grin. "Fucking right, that is," he said. "Nobody’s bloody opinion matters, Pandabear."
Pandora said something about Noodles, a new trick, and kissing Avery at a Christmas party. Did Noodles kiss Avery at the Christmas party? Barty wasn’t sure if that was right, she was talking too quickly for his sluggish brain.
"Who the fuck invited them?"
Before Barty had even fully registered the Marauders walking in, Pandora had already declared something about "fixing it" and was off.
"Hope she poisons them," Barty muttered, leaning against the table behind him, thoroughly annoyed by the sight of bloody Gryffindors at Evan’s birthday party.
"Fuck this. I’m not looking at their ugly faces," he decided, pushing himself off the table and throwing an arm around Evan. "Gotta give you your second present anyway. Come on, let’s get out of here."
It wouldn’t be the first time Evan and he had left a party, just the two of them, to find something more interesting when the party got boring or people became annoying. Most of the time, they’d end up playing some made up version of Snap Poker, convincing the house-elves to make the most devilish sandwich combinations (which, being elves, they couldn’t refuse), or scouting out places for Evan to skate.

Barty loved it. No matter how lively a party was, nothing beat messing around the castle with Evan.
This time was no different. Being back in their dorm was a breath of fresh air compared to the packed common room, filled with people who got on Barty’s nerves and with too much noise and movement for him to process.
Here, the air was cooler and carried the faint scent of expensive cologne, one that Regulus had definitely gotten from his mother. The dim green light from the enchanted windows cast shifting shadows across the room and the silver-trimmed four-poster beds. Regulus' side of the room was the neatest, his trunk meticulously organized, books stacked with precise care on the nightstand.
The other side of the room, Barty’s, couldn’t have been more different. Books and parchment were scattered across his desk and bed, some filled with notes in frantic, slanted handwriting. A half-burned candle dripped wax onto a stack of old Daily Prophet clippings, with headlines about Ministry trials. His bed looked like it was only ever used for brief stretches of restless sleep, the only kind of sleep he managed during the week, the sheets still twisted and barely pulled up.
Barty wordlessly Accio’d the second present he had meant to give Evan, which had been hiding under his bed. A large, wrapped package flew into his hands, and after kicking the door shut behind him, he handed it over.
"Happy birthday again, Ev," he said.
"You’d better fucking like it," Barty added as he let himself fall onto his bed, interlacing his fingers behind his head and watching Evan open the present. "Went to Muggle London for you and all, so you owe me one."
He complained, but in truth, Barty was quite pleased with the deck he’d found in a Muggle shop, decorated with cannabis leaves, and had been looking forward to giving it to Evan since he bought it.

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