Barty genuinely could not find anything more boring than Math. The professor droned on and on, and Barty had very, very quickly lost interest. Next to him, Regulus was rapidly writing down notes. How he could take notes for fucking math, Barty didn’t know, and he didn’t want to. Fiddling around with his pen, he started doodling on his notebook. A cat, for Regulus. A crow for Dorcas. A raccoon for himself. This took about half an hour, and soon there was ten minutes left. Possibly the longest ten minutes Barty had ever been through. Might as well catch a bit of sleep. He folded his arms on the table and lay his head on them, turning to the left. His eyes wandered around, and-
Holy shit. Across the classroom, a boy with blonde hair was staring right back at him, head on the table as well, with the brightest blue eyes Barty had ever seen. Barty swore he might actually drool at the sight of the boy. They maintained eye contact for maybe ten seconds, and the boy half-smiled at him (possibly the most amazing smile he’d ever seen), before a hand smacked his shoulder. A pained expression flashed across his features, and he lifted his head to glare at Regulus.
“I don’t know who you’re making fuck-me eyes at, but it’s the last five minutes, you could at least pay a shred of attention to the professor,” Regulus hissed, glaring at him. Barty rubbed his shoulder, sneakily throwing the finger up at Regulus, who sighed in response.
Turning back to the boy, Barty watched as he talked with the girl in front of him. They looked really similar, Barty observed. The girl caught sight of him, and glanced back at the boy, a mischievous spark in her own blue eyes. “Cas. Cas. Cas!” Barty whispered-yelled, not taking his eyes of the assumed-siblings as he kicked the Dorcas’ seat, who was sitting in front of him. Dorcas whirled back, shooting daggers at Barty. “Who are they? The hot blonde ones?”
“Hot blonde ones? You mean the girl with the wolf cut? That’s Mckinnon. Marlene Mckinnon,” Dorcas replied, looking at the wolf cut girl, Mckinnon apparently, about two seats away from the boy.
“Our definition of hot is definitely different,” Barty muttered. “No, the ones all the way across the classroom. They’re talking.” Dorcas followed his gaze, more accurately this time.
“Oh, those two. They’re the Rosiers. Twins. Pandora Rosier and Evan Rosier,” Dorcas informed him. Barty played the name in his mind. Evan Rosier turned slightly, peeking at him, a soft smile on his face. And oh, Barty was fucked, falling for the boy named Evan Rosier.
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Evan pulled frustratedly at the sleeve of his sweater. Fuck Math. It was as if the professor was speaking in another language. Giving up, he flipped his notebook open to a new page. He’ll ask Pandora to explain it later. He scribbled and doodled on it, trying to pass time. He even attempted a drawing of Marlene, which didn’t turn out that bad, but Marlene would definitely shit herself laughing. Flicking his notebook to a new page, Evan checked the time. Ten minutes left. Drumming his fingers on the table, he eventually decided to just rest for the last ten minutes. Laying his head on his arms, which were folded on the table, he turned to the right.
Almost instantly, he noticed a boy at the other side of the classroom, head on the table as well. Dark hair and vivid green eyes, rings on his hand. Evan stared at him, star struck, eyes tracing along his features.
Right then, their eyes met. The boy seemed surprised, but Evan couldn’t find it in himself to turn away. Unable to control himself, he smiled slightly. The boy’s lips parted, dragging Evan’s gaze down to them. A hand shot up, hitting the boy’s shoulder. The boy winced, and god forbid, he actually started pouting, sitting up to face the boy next to him.
A quiet chuckle slipped out, which of course drew Pandora’s attention immediately. “What’s so funny?” She asked. Evan shrugged, lifting his head to face Pandora properly. “Something’s up, Ev.”
“It’s nothing,” Evan insisted. Pandora hummed non-committedly, her eyes seeming to catch on something. A smug smile lit up her features. She hummed again, this time with an obvious meaning to it. “Shut up. Who is he anyway? Just curious.”
“Sure, just curious. I’m not sure, but next to your little crush is Regulus Black, and the girl with braids in front of them is Dorcas Meadowes. Marlene seems to have an eye for her actually,” Pandora said. Evan looked at Meadowes. Yeah, seems like the one that caught Marlene’s eye during lunch. Then the first few words registered.
“Not a crush, Dora,” Evan mumbled back. Pandora hummed for the third time, staring pointedly at him. “It’s not!” He glanced towards them. The boy was already looking back at him. A small smile tugged at Evan’s lips, flushing lightly.
A loud, sudden thump from the front. The professor had dropped his book on the teacher’s table. “Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Junior! Be quiet and listen up, because this is important for your exams…”
Pandora burst into a fit of giggles. “Barty? You fell for a guy with the name Barty?” She asked, sounding extremely amused. Evan sighed, shaking his head lightly. Turning once again, he watched the boy laugh at something Dorcas said. Evan could hear the light peal of laughter, and it was a beautiful melody. Heavens help him, maybe love at first sight really existed, as he’s fallen for a boy named Barty Crouch Jr.