Rosekiller

Sixth Year|Thirty-Three|Another fucking party

You know where to put the cork
Hey, you getting drunk, so sorry
I've got you sussed

Friday, May 21st, 1977

To the eye, Evan seemed to be much better. He wasn't all beaten up and bruised anymore, but he did have a few cuts that were still healing (Barty suspected they would leave scars).

Luckily, the Slytherin quidditch team had won an important game against Gryffindor, so of course, the Slytherin House was throwing a party. All years were invited this time, and nobody really cared if the younger ones drank anyways.

Barty, Evan, and Regulus collectively decided they'd just wear regular clothes, none of them in much of a mood to dress up.

"Evvy" Barty whined. Evan was ignoring him (or at least, Barty thought he was).

Barty ripped open the curtains around Evan's bed to find him with headphones in, that were plugged into a turntable.

"The fuck..?" Barty almost laughed at the sight. He vaguely wondered where in hell Evan got a record player from.

Evan didn't even notice the intrusion. His eyes were closed, and he was nodding his head to the music as he laid there. Barty tapped his shoulder and the boy nearly fell out of his trance. He took out the headphones and said, "yes?".

"I thought you were ignoring me, you bastard" Barty answered.

"Nah, just listening to this record and pregaming" Evan held up a bottle of firewhiskey that Barty hadn't noticed previously.

"Awesome. I'll leave you to it then" Barty kissed Evan on the forehead and glanced down to the scar on his lower lip, once again wondering what happened to his love.

Friday, May 21st, 1977

When Barty heard music pumping from downstairs, he and Evan started making their way down there. Regulus was already there, as he was on the Quidditch team and helped set everything up.

They met up with Regulus and the girls, then Evan and Pandora opting to leave the group for a bit. Barty, Regulus, and Dorcas made their way to the drink table, each of them filling their cups with a mixture of different drinks.

"How's Evan doing? He still walking funny?" Dorcas asked, taking a sip of her concoction.

"Nah, he's walking fine now. He's still got some nicks on him, though" Regulus answered. Barty nodded.

"Shame. Has he let loose what happened?"

"Nope. Bloke's being so vague about the subject, you'd think he had a third person perspective on it" Barty answered that time.

"Wow. Usually he's really chatty about things. I wonder what's up with him" Dorcas wondered out loud.

"Maybe he's just finally learned to shut his faggoty mouth up" Snape slid up to them, inviting himself to the conversation.

"Oh, why don't you shut your slimy arse up you wanker" Barty waved him off.

"You know," Snape continued, disregarding Barty, "I heard he got beaten by some bird for trying to flirt with her".

"Oh, piss off. Ev would never" Dorcas almost laughed at the accusation.

"Oh, yes he would. Haven't you seen him hanging 'round that Hufflepuff girl? What's her name, Rocks?" Snape egged on.

"You mean Stones? Hailey Stones?" Regulus asked. Hailey Stones was a Hufflepuff girl in their year, and was wildly known for getting around.

"She's not Evan's type" Barty rebutted.