fuck, i luv my friends
S̶t̶a̶y̶ u̶p̶ a̶n̶d̶ w̶a̶s̶t̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ til̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶u̶n̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶s̶ u̶p̶
Breakfast. A thing that Regulus never really appreciated nor understood, due to him not really being hungry in the morning.
However, Barty seemed to think it was the most important meal of the day and Regulus was not sure how he got to that solution, but he doubted it.
"C'mon Reg, atleast one toast. I dont care what you put on it, even if you choose to harass the bread with that horrid tasting jam of yours, but atleast eat something." Barty said, just like every other breakfast.
W̶i̶t̶h̶ n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶o̶ g̶o̶ a̶n̶d̶ n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶o̶ b̶e̶
'Of course he would', Regulus thought. He always looked after him, be it eating or studying, well, more like taking breaks from studying.
That "horrid jam" he was referring to was orange jam. Regulus' favourite. A crime, in Barty's eyes. Having a sweet tooth, Barty had titled the bitter jam "a menace to jam society, for being a little fucking liar".
Regulus could still remember the look on Crouch's face when he had first tried it, expecting a sweet and charming orange flavour. He had soon been disappointed and unpleasantly suprised, looking at the toast with pure fear and hatred in his eyes, as if it had tried to kick his dog.
I̶f̶ I̶ r̶a̶n̶ a̶w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶, I̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ y̶o̶u̶'d̶ r̶u̶n̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ m̶e̶
Regulus chuckled and began to spread a bit of the jam onto the toast, listening to Barty ranting about Astrology again and how useless it was. He'd always thought that, yet he chose it as one of his O.W.L. subjects.
Regulus didn't wonder why, for it was the main reason Barty Crouch Jr. did anything:
To piss off his father.
Barty didn't actively talk about their issues, yet Regulus knew from various letters from Barty's old man and the following rants from his son that they weren't on best terms. Senior had always told Barty how useless Astrology was and how he should never choose it, so of course that's exactly what Barty did, even though he hated it just as much.
His father had always been emotionally unavailable, and he still was. Barty never forgave him for that. So, he did everything in his powers to get any bad reaction out of his dad. For Regulus, it was almost like watching a sport.
K̶i̶s̶s̶ r̶a̶n̶d̶o̶m̶ s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶b̶o̶y̶s̶ A̶n̶d̶ s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶g̶i̶r̶l̶s̶ t̶o̶o̶
However, Barty wasn't provocative and mean to everyone, especially not his friends.
The opposite was the case, he sometimes reminded Regulus of a mother hen, always fussing about the both of them, Regulus and Evan Rosier, looking out for them was a character trait that he would never admit to have, but all three of them knew he did.
I̶f̶ I̶ r̶a̶n̶ a̶w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶, I̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ y̶o̶u̶'d̶ r̶u̶n̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ m̶e̶
It was nice, having someone care for and about you when your whole life, a woman with a face of stone critisized you for every little mistake you did, be it your hair growing the wrong way. So naturally, Regulus appreciated his best friend being worried about him whenever he went to bed a hour too late or wasn't feeling well.
"-and then he told me that i should really be able to show him the little dipper constellation on the card and when I tell you I was this close to just taking that stupid fucking map and shoving it- ROSIER, ARE YOU IN THE POSESSION OF EYES? YOU DO REALISE MALFOY JUST PUT A LARGE, DEAD SPIDER ON YOUR TOAST?!"
F̶u̶c̶k̶, I̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ m̶y̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶
"I didn't see it, calm down Barty."
" 'CaLm DoWn BaRtY' Is that what you are going to tell Madame Pomfrey when she has to brew a potion again that she never had to use before just because you weren't able to tell the difference between a thimble plant and a fucking daisy?! The poor woman has to go through enough with you already and I do too!"
W̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ I̶'d̶ b̶e̶ d̶e̶a̶d̶
"That was one time..." Grumbling, Evan picked the spider off of his toast and threw it across the table in Malfoys face, who didn't seem as he had expected that, hence falling off the bench, screaming.
That was typical for Evan, doing things that weren't expected but also so predictable. Being a walking comedic relief, he always knew how to tickle a laugh or chuckle out of the two of his friends, making sure the mood didnt drop too low.
I̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶'r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ o̶n̶e̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶'l̶l̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ m̶e̶ t̶i̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶n̶d̶
Also, Rosier was a great talker, so whenever he had to talk the three of them out of something, talking bad about or bullying Muggleborns, two of the most favourite things to do for some of the other Slytherins, he knew exactly what to say to not make them seem suspicious, and Regulus was very greatful for it.
Rosier grew up similar to him, just not as extreme. Death Eater parents, the whole Muggleborn agenda imprinted on his brain, but realizing it was stupid when he grew up. He was like a brother to Regulus, the brother he always but also never had had.
He was happy about his friends, and incredibly thankful to have them because he knows that if he were to survive the years in this school alone, he'd be long gone. They were the last strings he held onto, his backbone, his 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.
W̶e̶'r̶e̶ a̶l̶l̶ s̶u̶c̶h̶ a̶ m̶e̶s̶s̶ L̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ d̶e̶p̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶
F̶u̶c̶k̶, I̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ m̶y̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶