Rosekiller

Seventh Year|Thirty-Seven|Heartbreak Is One Thing...

Take me to your best friend's house
Goin' round this roundabout
Ohhh yeahhh

Thursday, September 1st, 1977

It was Barty's last train ride to Hogwarts (as a student at least). He was nervous, because he was probably going to see Evan. He couldn't possibly hide from Barty forever, right?

Barty wanted to apologize for what he said. For what he'd done. He wanted his Evvy back.

Sure enough, when Barty got to their train compartment, Evan was in there, with Dorcas (who looked very uncomfortable) hung onto his arm, and a photographer for the "Dailey Profit" was taking their photo. They both had wide smiles on, and were looking directly into the camera.

It took nearly twenty minutes for the photographer to leave. Once he did, Barty finally sat down in his respective spot in the compartment.

"Hi Barty" Dorcas said, very hurriedly detaching herself from Evan, and they both wiped their hands as if they touched a moldy door handle.

"Hey, Cas. What was that about?" Barty asked, referencing the photographer.

"Dorcas and I are getting married at the end of the year" Evan stated. Barty's world stopped. You can't, he's supposed to be mine? He thought. Or at least he thought he thought it.

He'd actually said it out loud, and Evan looked at him angrily.

"Crouch, I'll have you know that I am not yours. I haven't been yours for a while" Evan said. He stood and left the carriage. Barty wanted to follow him, but Evan would probably get even more pissed.

Regulus entered the carriage not long after. "Where's Evan?" He asked.

"He stalked off like a child, y'know how he is" Barty replied. Dorcas gave him an amused look.

"Yeah, okay. You probably did something stupid" Reg countered.

"Oh, yes he did. 'Oh Evan you're supposed to be mine', 'you can't get married, you're mine'" Dorcas said, mocking Barty.

"Barty Crouch. Why would you do that?! This is hard enough on Evan, 'cause of that new boyfriend, and now you're doing this? Get over him, mate" Reg said. He sat next to Barty when he saw the boy's face drop.

"Boyfriend?" Barty reiterated.

"Rabastan. They've been going out since the end of July" Dorcas said quietly.

Barty was sure she'd said something else, but he was just so unhappy that he didn't know what to do and spaced out.

Barty thought a little more, and figured that Evan and Dorcas' marriage was probably arranged, and very much against their will.

Thursday, September 1st, 1977

Evan laid in bed that night, pondering. He'd been thinking a lot recently. He'd figured he should get over whatever it was with Barty and forgive him (even though he'd done that a long while ago), but he thought they were too far apart to be rekindled in any way.

He decided he needed advice, and snuck out of their dorm. Reg was awake, Evan could tell by the glowing coming from Reg's bed. Barty was nowhere to be found, probably off terrorizing the new first years.

He made his way to the girls dormitory, and avoided the slide that the stairs certainly turned into. He went down the hallway, looking for Dorcas and Pandora's dorm.

He found it, and went inside without knocking. He expected to only see Dorcas and her other two roommates, but he was met with Pandora as well. He froze.