This Dorm Was Once A Madhouse
June 19th, 1973
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
E. Rosier, R. Black and B. Crouch's dorm
'Reg, do you ever just want to laugh when a kid falls over? Like a six year old or something?' Barty was ranting as he bit at a chocolate frog. "Barty, I think that's just psychopathic behavior. You should see a mental healer. If those exist."
'Oh piss off Reg, it's hilarious.'
Evan smirked as he watched the two bicker slightly, a mug of peppermint tea in his hand.
"You know what's also hilarious? Watching Gryffindor lose to Hufflepuff like we did on Wednesday." Regulus said, looking at Evan's peppermint tea like he should be in Azkaban for it. 'That was funny. Also Evan, please stop with the disgusting flavoured tea.' Barty agreed, undoing his tie and leaving it hanging around his neck.
"You know, I think Gryffindors get too cocky sometimes." Regulus pointed out. 'They do.' Barty agreed with a sigh. 'We should do something about it.' Evan suggested.
'Good idea, mate.' Barty smirked.