Rosekiller

Fourth year|Four| 3 Bowies on Halloween

      Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
                        You pull on your finger
           Then another finger, then cigarette

Monday, September 2nd, 1974

The morning after the party, Evan woke up with a massive hangover.

"Fucking hell, why did you let me drink that much?" He muttered to Barty as he held his head in his hands.

"Mate, I'm not your keeper. It's your fault you drank your way into this" Barty replied. He had also woken up with a small hangover, but that was cured with a quick healing spell.

Evan groaned and laid back down in bed. "Classes are starting today, Rosier" Reg said, walking out of the bathroom.

"I'm not going" Evan whined, dragging out the 'ing'. "Yes, you are. You have to! It's the first day!" Barty said. He grabbed hold of Evan's ankle and pulled him out of bed.

"Ouch! Fuck! Bartemius Crouch Junior! Let go of me!" The blond boy shouted. Barty dropped his leg and Evan laid there on the floor for a second.

"Bastard" Evan mumbled as he stood up. He went into the bathroom and lightly closed the door behind him. Barty could hear the shower running.

"14 and already getting hungover and smoking" Regulus sighed. "He's a special boy, that one" Barty said sarcastically.

Neither one of the boys said anything about the night before, and Barty assumed it was going to stay that way.

Wednesday, October 9th, 1974

Both Evan and Barty were giddy and excited for Halloween that year, because Regulus FINALLY agreed to dressing up in matching costumes.

He agreed, but he also gave them a list of things he would not dress himself in.

~Anything sexual (gross)
~Maids costumes
~Female costumes
~any animal costumes
~old people costumes
~NO COSTUMES MEANT FOR CHILDREN

Barty felt that despite these restrictions, he and Evan had plenty of wiggle room.

"I swear to Merlin, Crouch. If you make me dress up as something absolutely atrocious, I will wring your neck" Reg said randomly at dinner.

"Uhm, rude! Can I not just peacefully eat my potatoes?" Barty asked.

"No. You can't" Reg said. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" Evan questioned Regulus. The black haired boy glared at him. "First off, I don't wear knickers, you swine. I'm a male. Second off, I just don't want to be dressed up like an idiot. Especially if my parents find out about it-or even worse, my brother finds out" Regulus replied.

"Oh, you're so dramatic Reggie. You don't have to worry, me and Evvy will find a costume that you'll love!" Barty assured.

"Bullshit, you two would jump at the chance to make me dress up as a child or something" Reg said.

"No no, we're respecting your list of restrictions" Evan smiled.

"You are? I assumed you two were just going to throw it out or something" Regulus seemed genuinely surprised.

Barty gasped dramatically. "How could you think that?! We are your best mates! We would never do such a thing!" He said, gasping between sentences.

"You are so bloody dramatic" Reg rolled his eyes, "also, you would do such a thing. Halloween of first year, I agreed to dress up and you made the three of us and Pandora dress up as old grandmother deer maids. Hence the list of restrictions I gave you".