Jamba
Dumbledore was writing in his notebook.
Barty went on a long, long rant about how much he hates his Dad. Shit was weird and disturbing but Dumbledore just nodded along and let Barty say whatever. Cool.
‘Well that’s our first session over. Since I kept you here for so long I think I will personally introduce you to our camp members. They’ve been looking forward to meeting you, we haven't had a new camper here for over a year!’
Barty could scream. If he had a lighter and some gas he would burn this fucking place to the ground. What does he mean by they’re looking forward to meeting him? If these campers are here because they act somewhat like Barty, he is dead.
It just struck him that he’s stuck in a camp full of psycho teenagers. But he can’t say anything.
He was full on ready to tell Dumbledore that if he made him do this he would drown himself in the fucking lake.
So when Dumbledore got up to show him around, he ended up not threatening to kill himself, even though he really fucking wanted to, instead he complied and followed him out of the cabin.. See? Not even two thousand words into the story and Barty’s character development is through the roof.
Bojack Horseman is nothing compared to him.
He was still carrying his bag around with him but he ditched the earphones once he started to spill his guts to Dumbledore.
Once they got outside Barty realised how hot it was. For way up in the mountains where it’s suppose to be cold, it is fucking boiling. He checked his watch, it was only three. ‘Fan-fucking-tastic’ he mumbled.
‘Did you say something?’ Dumbledore asked turning around to Barty.
‘Nope.’ he replied.
The sun was getting to him so he decided to take out a light blue cap that spelt in all caps: WOLF. He honestly loved this hat. A mate from back home got it for him. He never understood why it says wolf but it's cool, kinda matches his energy. The only problem with it is that it fucks up his hair and clashes with the grunge look he was going for but its whatever.
They reached a cabin similar to the counsellors one except it was a lot bigger. Entering it Barty saw that it was a music hall of some sort. Instruments littered the ground and posters flooded the walls that included bands Barty recognised and the logo of Camp Hogwarts.
There were actually people in here which Barty thought was weird because from the leaflet it seemed the camp was more into swimming and sports, but this was way better than he expected. He loved music and has been playing guitar since he was twelve. It was a way to escape his home in a sense but now instead he punched people's heads in. Cool.
Barty and Dumblebore stood at the door. There was a boy right in the middle of the room playing piano and singing to the crowd around him.
‘...i know you.. Think im cra-zy ‘cause.. I t-think you’re a fucking fa-’
He interrupted himself with his own laugh.
The tune was actually great but the lyrics.. Not so much. You know, coming from a very professional lyricist himself. But to be honest Barty thinks he was just fucking around. Cool.
Dumbledore waited until the song was over. Then it was claps and cheers that sounded throughout the room. Barty didn’t do anything, just waited for Dumbledore to do whatever it was he was going to do.
Before he could ask Dumbledore why he was waiting for the grass to grow, the boy on the piano turned around and holy shit Barty thinks he has found the love of his life.
He had almost platinum blonde hair and gorgeous tanned skin was also quite tall. Barty thinks maybe he’s taller than him even though Barty stands at a good 6’0.
They make eye contact and what was once the boys’ relaxed expression turned into a ‘I can't wait to take you out the woods and rip every single limb off your body while you’re still alive’ kinda look.
Barty hates to admit what he was thinking when the boy gave him that look, but it was definitely nothing innocent. It was, far, far from that . Then the boy stands up, and what his arms do to Barty is nothing good. Fuck.
Dumbledore gestured for him to come over. Barty thinks he’s going to de-combust and he’s not even joking, he can feel his organs failing.
The people around the boy all split and talk in their own groups and the sound of talking relaxes him. Only a bit though. He needs to act cool, but he is already cool so he doesn't need to act it. He’s beaten up people within inches of their life and he’s getting fucked up over a fucking rando he’ll never meet again. He is officially not okay. Then Dumbledore speaks up.
‘Evan the music sounds good, been practising.’
Evan, okay that’s his name, good to know, don’t forget it, I won't, it's fine, but it's not, it is far from okay. I would let you kill me without question. Oh my god.
‘Thanks’ Evan replied staring straight into Barty’s eyes.
Just take me away and fuck me already...
... Please?
Evan has no good intentions with Barty, but Barty has no good intentions with Evan either. He thinks that ‘no good intentions’ might be a little different in his eyes compared to Evan’s
Dumbledore continues: ‘Evan this is Barty, he’s new here’
Like he did with those campers earlier, he puts on his most shit-eating grin and says ‘Sup dude’.
‘Barty, this is Evan. Evan and his band have been here at Hogwarts for a while now. Evan’s going to show you around while I fill out these last minute field trip slips, okay? Now you two have fun.’
And with that Doctor Dumbledore leaves Evan to do anything he wants to Barty…
Instead Barty has to start the conversation because he will be in control of his own destiny and get Evan to fuck him one way or another. Preferably in the next chapter or so.
‘So you guys into jazz-’
‘Look Barty, Bartemius, Wolf, whatever the fuck your name is, we,’ he gestures to the people behind him ‘don't fuck with you or anybody else here, alright?’
Evan was up close in Barty’s space and he could swear he smelt sandalwood,,, and grape? Holy shit.
The beating up people, the drugs, the alcohol, vandalisation, fucking girlfriends and boyfriends alike, it was all worth it for this moment. Ahh how Barty could live with this. He may be a maniac but he’s sure Evan is one too you know, since they’re both here.
Together they could walk into the sunset hand in hand, maybe own a lizard they would call Tony Hawke. Life would be great..
His less explicit fantasies were quickly ripped away from him when he felt a palm shove him backwards.
‘You stay the fuck outta our way and we’ll stay outta yours, capisce?’
And with the most genuine smile Barty had since he got here, said: ‘Ca-pice’.
Evan just looked at him with angered confusion. 'Are you high?'
No, Barty is not. He does plan to be once he gets ‘settled’. Does Evan want to join?
Evan shrugged when Barty didn’t give him an answer and continued.
His expression was blank. ‘Here’s the music room.’
‘No shit sherlock’
Right there. Barty took so much pride in himself when he saw that the angry expression resurfaced on Evan’s face. Mission: Accomplished. But Evan just ignored him and continued. He loves when Evan is angry at him. So what if it's only been five minutes?
He likes Evan so much..
Nevermind, he physically cringed when he thought that.
Well, now he’s horny again.
‘There’s a bunch of bands here. That’s what everyone really does all day. Here we have Dorcas, Pandora and Regulus.’
Finally out of his own thoughts Barty waved back at the blonde one, she seems like the only nice one and the only person who is showing some sign of being normal.
‘We’re The Pantheon. Over here we have The Marauders, fucking wankers the lot of them.’
At the sound of their name, a group of boys in the corner looked up. And two of the four of them decided to come up to Barty and Evan.
Great, now his first date with Evan is ruined.
And it seems Evan thought the same as he was rolling his eyes at them.
‘Good to know we’re on the same page, baby’ Barty thought.
‘Hey! It’s lovely to meet you. I'm James Potter, lead singer and proud member of The Marauders band!’ he reached out his hand to Barty eagerly.
‘Pleasure.’ Bartly responded.
One of the boys left in the corner of the room spoke up. ‘Way to make him think you’re a psycho killer, James’
‘Oi, Moony, don't be mean to my boy Prongs’ The boy behind James hugged his hand around James’s shoulder ‘I’m Sirius by the way, and to be honest I think you’d much better hanging out with us rather than these fucking greasy snakes’ he held two fingers up to Evan. And Evan snarled back.
But before Evan could retaliate, Barty responded himself ‘I’m fine thank you for your offer though. But since you’re being honest, I feel obligated to be the same. Right now I think you’re coming off as, hmm, I don't know… a hypocrite? Calling my dear friend,’ correction,lover ‘Evan here a ‘greasy snake’ when you can’t really talk. You know how the rules go, you see something, you say something.’ he gestured towards Sirius’s dark black hair.
It took a moment for Sirius to cop on what Barty was saying. But when he did, he acted as if Barty had just murdered his entire family.
‘You fucking bastard! Moony, you said my hair looked fine today, how could you lie to me!” he screamed, hurriedly running over to the scraggly looking boy with the bass in the corner.
Barty watched as The Marauders left to go find Sirius a bathroom mirror to look at himself in. ‘Yay! Go me!’ he thought.
He turned to Evan to find him staring at Barty. He was so tempted to gesture towards their own bathroom, but no.
Character development.