We Are World Class

It was the first race of the season. The first time ever when Barty Crouch Jr. was not raceing for Mercede, but for Redbull. It was a very strange feelig, getting into that car, when all he ever drowe from the start of his career was a Mercedes. Barty was starting from p9, also very unusual for him, meanwhile his teammate Dorcas Meadows was parked in pole position, ready for the start of the race. He spoted his best friend Regulus rolling past him in his Mercedes, followed by his new teammate, Evan Rosier. Oh Evan Rosier, the one who took Bartys seat, he was the reason he had to search for a new team,the reason he had to give up everything he knew. However he had to admit, he got really lucky whit Redbull he knew that, but deep down he still was a Mercedes driver. It doesn’t matter that Orion Black decided to drop Barty for Evan, he still spent all of his previous time being an f1 driver at Mercedes. Oh he was so going to et them back for this.
„Are you ready Crouch?” he heared his race engineers voice trough the radio.
„Ready, set, everything!” Barty responded, totally focused on Evans black Mercedes in front of him in p7. „Let’s do this!”

They were 24 laps into the race, whit Barty in p8. His goal was to overtake Evan at the start, but the blonde driver made it right up to p5. Barty managed to overtake Sirius Black’s orange McLaren, but still he only moved up one place. On the next turn, James Potter’s bright, obnoxiously red car came into his view, he knew a long straight was coming and he was planning to overtake him after that on the next corner. that would be a risky move, but he was confident in his abilitys. „Barty, box!” he suddenly heared from his radio. He couldn’t belive it, fucking team strategy again. Of course they want to keep Dorcas in p1 so he has to box now so they are ready for her whenever but still, he felt like he had that overtake in the bag. Barty groaned as he steered his car towards the box.

Dorcas won the race. She stood ont he podium, trophy in hand whit her biggest rival and ex teammate Marlene McKinnon in p3 and Regulus Black in p2 next to her. Barty was happy for Regulus, he really was, and he cheered loudly for Dorcas after listening to the Dutch anthem.He was laughing about Regulus getting sprayed whit champagne all over his precious hair when he spotted Evan clapping and cheering a couple meters away from him. Barty’s smile imediately turned into a frown. Evan Rosier. Evan Rosier in the Mercedes raceing suit. In wich he looked really good Barty added silently. Wait what? He couldn’t be thinking that his biggest rival looks good in the suit of is ex-team. He can’t be thinking that Evan looks good in any clothing, for that matter. He quickly dismissed that tought from his head, like it was never there to begin whit. Fort the rest of the day he chose not to think about Evan Rosier at all.

Turns out that was easier said than done, because when Barty later arrived at the Mercedes garage to congratulate Regulus and to convince him to watch a movie whit him and maybe drink a couple glasses of wine in the meantime, Rosier was right there talking to Regulus. Evan looked up when he entered and imediately made a face of unaproval. „Why are you at our garage all the time Crouch? Aren’t you supposed to be a Redbull driver?” Evan asked whit a frown on his face. „Piss off Rosier. I propably know this garage better than you anyways.” Barty told him. Then he turned to Regulus „Come on , Reggie, are you ready to go?” Regulus zipped up his bag a noded. „See you later Evan” hesaid to his teammate. After he has said goobye to his tea, Barty and Regulus were off to their hotel.

„You don’t have to hate Evan, you know that right?” Regulus said, whit his back turned to Barty who was sprawled out on Regulus’ hotel bed. „Yeah, yeah, whatever” Barty rolled his eyes, he really didn’t want to discuss this right now, or ever for that matter. He watched Regulus pack and sort trough his stuff, which to Barty looked perfectly organized. But that said nothing because Barty’s room looked like trash most of the time. „What is your problem whit him anyways?” Regulus asked while plopping down on the bed next to Barty. Barty shrugged. What was his problem anyway? he asked himself. It’s not like he had to go from Ferrari to Williams or some bullshit like that, he had a great team whit a good car and a decent teammate. Whit whom he hasn’t spoken much, he had to admit that, but still it wasn’t all that bad like he painted it out to be sometimes.
After Barty’s long silence Regulus sighed „You know you can still enjoy the race even when it’s not whit Mercedes. Nothing stays the same forever. And besides you and me still see eachother all the time so the teammate situation can’t be a problem either. You know, Dorcas Meadows isn’t all that bad, you should get to know her.” Barty shrugged but he really didn’t know what to say to that. He knew Regulud was right, he was always right but he didn’t want him to be. „You know i just feel like it’s unfair, i mean i have had that seat for 3 years for fucks sake! And it’s not that i don’t apreciate working whit Redbull but it will never be the same. And Dorcas is not you, you know. You’ll always be me favourite teammate” Barty grinned at Regulus before launching himself at the other man. Regulus quickly ducked away from him just in time and elegantly pushed Barty off the bed. He landed whit a loud thud wich was imediatelly followed by an „Aaahh now that was unfair Reggie!” Regulus shoke his head at Barty before turning to switch on the TV. „Stop moping down there you idiot, come on what should we watch?” They decided, or better said, Barty decided to watch Gladiator. They spent the rest of the evening in silence watching the movie, ocasionaly interrupted by Barty’s laughs and Regulus’ snarky remarks. But the conversation they had before still lingered in the air waiting to be finished.

Barty entered the Redbull office building about 10 minutes late. He was supposed to film some video whit his teammate today, to keep the fans entertained while they wait for the next race. Barty didn’t particularly want to do this but at least he will get to know Dorcas more. Two times world champion Dorcas Meadows, both whit Redbull. He wondered how she was feeling about this amazing idea of Redbull’s to do way more pr videos this year. But then again, Dorcas used to be a Ferrari driver and no one does pr like Ferrari. It was funny to think about it, Dorcas Meadows doing those Ferrari challenges whit Marlene McKinnon. Who is now her arch-enemy for whatever reason. Those two have something very strange going on and to be fair, Barty didn’t want to have anything to do whit that, that is their weird business to figure out.
He entered the offices kitchen still deep in thought and went straight tot he fridge to grab a redbull when he noticed Dorcas Meadows sitting on the kitchen counter, a redbull energy drink already in hand. She looked Barty up and down but didn’t say anything. „Allright there, Meadows?” Barty asked cheerfully, acting like five seconds ago he wasn’t thinking about how much he didn’t want to do this. Dorcas noded and jumped down from the counter. „Not to bad, however i’m really not in the mood for this today” she said before takeing a drink from the rebdull in her hand. Barty hummed, so this is how they were gonna do things. „Yeah, couldn’t agree more”he respondedwhit a sigh. Dorcas didn’t say anything, instead she motioned for Barty to follow her.
They entered a room whit a sofa in the middle surrounded by people dressed in redbull shirts and holding cameras. When they saw them enter, one of the members of the team stepped forward, greeted them and started explaining what they had to do. It was fairly easy, a simple game of two truths and one lie. The cards whit the statements were already prepared, so all they had tod o was play the game. Dorcas sat down and Barty right next to her.
„Are you ready?” the cameraman asked and after they both noded he started filming the video. „Hey everyone” Dorcas greeted and looked at Barty, he realised to late he should have said something too „Yes hello, sorry about that hi everybody” he laughed and skratched his neck. „So today, because we are brand new teammates and don’t know eachother that well, we will be playing two truths and one lie, we have to guess which statement abou the other is false” Dorcas spoke, she clearly was used to this „Barty, why don’t you start?” Barty cleared his troath „Very well then, Dorcas. So the first one is: when i was younger i used to pretend i was driveing while useing anything i had near me all the time, even in class and got a detention for it once. Or second on: i pirced my nose ring on my own. Or the third one: when i was little i sang in a choir, so which one is it, Meadows?” Barty looked smugly at Dorcas. Dorcas looked at him and burst out laughing „The lie is for sure the last one, no one who actually sang in a choir pronounces it like that, plus look at you you are definitely not the singing type” she stated and grinned at Barty. Barty laughed and fake gasped at Dorcas’ statement „I do sing very well, just for your information” he said in a mockingly offended tone. „Really? Prove it! Sing for me Crouch, serenade me even!” Dorcas laughed and nudged Barty. Barty looked at the two times world champion dead in the eyes, stared at her for a good ten seconds, then started singing at the top of his lungs. When he was finished, he looked at Dorcas and stuck out is tongue. Dorcas started wheezing from laughter and had to wipe a tear from her eyes, but after she had collected herself again she straightened up and spoke „That was terrible, Barty, i hope you didn’t sing in a choir” she said, intentionally mispronounceing choir just like Barty did. „And what were you singing anyways, i didn’t understand a single word!” she demanded. „Well my dear Dorcas, that was the Italian national anthem, of wich we will be hearing a lot this season” he grinned and pointed his chin up. Dorcas shoke her head whit a smile „Well Mr. Italian anthem, i was right, so why don’t we continue our game?”
She picked up her cards from the little table in front of the sofa and started „So, your options are, one: after i won my first championship, i was so happy i almost broke the trophy while jumping around, two: When i watch the cars movies i always compare the raceing cars to drivers from the grid, or the last option number three: i once sprayed the champagne in my own eyes while celebrateing a win.” Barty hummed and skratched his chin, he looked his teammate up and down and squinted his eyes. He knew that the last one was true, everyone has seen that video, Dorcas will never get rid of the evidence. „Well i’ll have to say the first one is the lie, you don’t seeme like the jumping person to me. Plus, the second one is way to funny, so i’m really hopeing it’s true” Barty said while studying Dorcas’ gaze. „And you are actually…Correct!” she exclaimed and noded her head. Barty grinned „So then will you tell me who is who? In the cars movie i mean.”oDorcas shoke her head and mouthed later. They continued whit the game and found out a lot of interesting stuff in the process. Things like Dorcas used to purposefully push people off the track in her karting days or Barty one time accidentaly got into Regulus’ car before a quali.
In the end Barty had to admit, he had a lot more fun than he intentionally tought he would. Dorcas was not so bad to be around. Although, he did wonder if she was just puting up this personality for the camera, after all she is a master at pr. Whit his thoughts still surrounding his wolrd chapmion teammate, he headed towards where he belived he was going to find Regulus. Some might say he had an unhealthy attachement to his best friend but in Barty’s eyes that wasn’t true at all. He did love Regulus and he loved spendig time whit him, an exactly reasonable, normal amount. He walked towards the Mercedes building but then realised, he could no longer enter.
Well that’s a shame, he thought to himself. He decided to give Regulus a call to see if he was already done for the day. Barty pulled out his phone and searched the other drivers contact. The phone rang once, twice and then „Hello?” a voice spoke from the other end. „Hello, this isn’t Regulus! Who are you? Give the phone to Reggie!” Barty answered whit confusion. „This is Evan Rosier speaking” the voice said from the other end. Barty scoffed, of course it had to be Evan fucking Rosier. „Well then, Evan Rosier, can you give Reggie his phone back? I need to speak whit him, i want to know when he is finished for the day” Barty said, not hideing his annoyance at all. „I can tell you that just fine, we will be done in about fifteen minutes” Evan replied, not sounding very eager to be speaking to Barty. Barty himslef wasn’t the biggest fan of this conversation either so he decided to end it whit one last question „Why do you have his phone anyways, Rosier?” He could practically feel Evan rolling his eyes ont he other end. „It’s raceweek, we have a lot of things to do and he left his phone here, i heard it ring and picked it up for him. There, you happy now, Crouch?” Evan sighed and added „I think this conversation is finished now, bye Barty” he said and hung up the phone. Barty stared at the blank screen. How dare Evan Rosier hang up on him like that, and more importantly, how dare he say Barty’s name like that, now that is just unfair. And why did he have to say it so casually, like it was no big deal at all?
Fort he rest of his wait, Barty couldn’t get the way his name sounded from Evans mouth out of his head. Because that is a completly normal reaction to when your self proclaimed biggest rival sais your name. It shouldn’t be a big deal, Barty knew that but it was. „Hey idiot, ready to go?” Barty jumped at Regulus’ voice, the other man had apeared out of thin air in front of him. „Geez Reggie, why’d you have to scare me like that?” he laughed and got up from where he was sitting on the sidewalk. Suddenly he spotted a head of blonde hair apearing behind Regulus. Evan was coming out of the building and proceeded to stop right next to Regulus and Barty. Great, now what was he doing here? Barty tought, like he hadn’t just been thinking about Evan for the past fifteen minutes.
„Is it okay if he joins us today?” Regulus asked, sending a knowing look towards Barty, in wich he said both „sorry” and „shut the fuck up”. Barty hummed and didn’t say anything. He could just say no but the Regulus would be going off at him for the rest of the race week and propably even after that, so instead he just noded. They started walking towards the hotel in which they all were staying in, along whit some of the other drivers from the grid.
The three of them walked, whit Regulus in the middle, not saying anything for a couple minutes but after a while the awkward silence began to drive Barty crazy so he started humming the first melody that came to his mind, just to fill the silence. „Oh hell no, stop that right now!” Regulus exclaimed when he realised what it was. „What?” Barty grinned „You told me i should get to know my teammate better! Well i did, and whit her comes this amazing song!” He continued humming the beat, and added a „du du dudu Dorcas Meadows” under his breath. Suddenly Regulus reached out and slapped Barty right in the back of his head. The Redbull driver groaned and his hand shot up to his neck. „Now that was uncalled for Reggie!” Barty groaned and stuck out his tongue at his friend. „I would have tripped you, if it wasn’t race week” Regulus responded. Barty grimaced but he decided to let it go and started telling Regulus about his challenge whit Dorcas. „You know it was fun, like really fun, not like whit you. You never do these properly” he said to Regulus who rolled his eyes in response. In the heat of the moment, Barty forgott he had named Eva his mortal enemy and turned to him „Seriously, good luck whit filming anythin even close to funny whit this one” he said pointing at Regulus. „Well we will have to see about that, i think they want us to film something before the fp1 tomorrow, but i’m not sure what” Evan responded, mild surprise in this tone at Barty actually speaking to him.
„So anyways what was you guys’ plan for the evening, that i’m so nicely interrupting?” he asked the other two. Regulus shrugged „We were just gonna go down and play some games, chat whit the others, maybe say hit o Sirius and Jam- Potter” he responded and quickly turned away, but both Evan and Barty saw his face turn slightly red. Evan raised an eyebrow and looked at Barty but he just shrugged and turned away. He instantly knew something was up and he was going to ask his best friend later but not now, no he didn’t want Evan to know whatever it is. That might seem a little selfish, but Barty saw how Regulus was whit Evan and there was no denieing that they were friends. Barty scoffed under his breath. „What?” Evan asked. „Nothing to do whit you Rosier” he said and picked up humming the melodie of Dorcas’ song again.
They entered the lobby of the hotel and headed towards the elevators. Regulus wanted to go up to his room and change before they headed down to the lower levels but Barty didn’t want to wait for him. „How about you guys go ahead and i’ll be there too shortly” Regulus sighed and not bothering waiting for the other drivers answer he stepped into one of the elevators and pressed the button to the 6th floor. Barty and Evan were left standing there in silence. Barty slowly turned towards Evan and said „Sooo, the arcade room then?” Evan noded while skratchng the back of his neck. They pressed the button and waited. It had to be the longest wait for an elevator in Barty’s life. He didn’t dare too look at Evan, he didn’t want to make it even more awkward. He wondered if that was even possible. Then the elevator finally arrived whit a loud ding. The door opened to reveal no other than Sirius and Remus, the two McLaren drivers, standing way closer to eachother than needed in the huge elevator.
„Sirius!” Barty exclaimed whit relief as he hurried into the elevater. „Barty! It’s good to see you, mate!” Sirius responded and clapped Barty ont he back. They began talking loudly, shareing what they have been up to all media day. Barty really liked Sirius, they were good friends. Sure, they had their moments of hatered in the past, for example when Sirius left the Mercedes F1 team and whit that Regulus, even though they had the opportunity to be teammates for even longer and they have been dreaming about it all their life, but instead Sirius signed whit Ferrari after just one year at Mercedes and became teammates whit his best friend James Potter. Back the, Regulus pretended he hated Sirius and the two of them didn’t talk for ages, and surely whit that Barty also didn’t talk to Sirius, he sided whit his best friend. But after Sirius left Ferrari and signed whit McLaren, the two brothers have started working their things out and before he knew it, Barty and Sirius could return to being friends.
Barty was interrupted in his train of toughts when he heared Evan and Remus quietly conversing in the background. Sirius was still telling his story at top volumen but Barty chaught a couple of words that Remus said „Yeah, never ever let them be teammates. They would break the internet, the cars, everything. Remember that one time Barty did pushups whit Sirius on his back, now that…” Barty couldn’t hear the rest, because the elevator doors opened to reveal the arcade room, which to their delight was filled whit some other drivers and people from their teams.
They started makeing their way into the room when Barty turned to Evan „Rosier i owerheared you guys talking about us, care to chare whit thr class?” he grinned. At that Sirius turned around too and looked at Remus. „Okay fine” the taller McLaren driver sighed. „I was just telling Evan, how you two should not be allowed to be ont he same team ever, because you would most like burn something down, crash all of the cars and break the internet in the process.” Sirius nudged Barty while laughing „Remember that one time you did push-ups whit me on your back? That was hillarious, i loved that!” They both burst out laughing at that memory. The two of them decided to compete and find out who is stronger and came up whit a bunch of challenges to complete. On of them had been to do push-ups whit the other one on their back. „But the fans love us, you can’t lie” Sirius said to Remus, a wide grin spread across his face.
It was then, when he spotted James Potter and Marlene McKinnon standing by the billiard table. „James!” Sirius exclaimed running towards the Ferrari drivers. „Sirius!” James responded, somehow even louder. They threw themselfs into a hug while everyone watched them. Suddenly Evan stepped next to Barty. „Now those two are something” he murmured „and i tought you and Regulus were a weird pair.” Barty couldn’t help but laugh at that. He didn’t mean to laugh at anything Evan Rosier said, ever, but he just could’t help it. They joined the others around the billiard table, where James was currelty explaining the rules to Marlene. She noded whit a concentrated face and after a while she said „Okay, i think i got it, we can play now.” She looked around and counted them. „How are we gonna make the teams?” she asked. „Well i would suggest a McLaren vs Ferrari vs Mercedes vs Redbull, but we are currently missing one Dorcas Meadows and one Regulus Black for that to happen, so i say ex-Mercedes is as good as Mercedes” Sirius said, pointing at Barty while saying ex-Mercedes. Barty looked at Evan, but to his surprise the other driver was already looking at him. „Looks like we are a team now, Rosier” Barty said as he clapped a hand on Evans’ back. „Looks like you’ll have to tolerate me now, Crouch” Evan responded and returned the clap whit an even stronger one. „So before this gets too heated, i say we start!” James suggested, already handing out the equipment.
They all discussed team strategies. The Mercedes plus ex-Mercedes team came up whit the amazing strategy „hit the balls really hard”. They decided to share this whit the others, grinning proudly when Sirius and James almost fell over laughing. Then the game began. Barty and Evan were surpriseingly bad at hitting the balls. They got more and more annoyed at the poles and at the white ball as the game went on. The McLaren team was doing pretty well, no thanks to Sirius. But Remus seemed to be a professional. Marlene and James accused him of cheating multiple times but Remus argued that he didn’t even know how to cheat in a game like this. The Ferrari team was doing even worse than Barty and Evan. Whit Marlene occasionaly forgetting the rules and James’ bad eyesight even whit glasses, they were in last place.
It was Evans turn, he set his pole onto the table and aimed for the white ball. „See Rosier, this is why we are losing, because you always try to hit the ball in the wrong angle!” Barty exclaimed and threw his hand up. „Well then come here and do it yourself, Crouch” his teammate responded angrily „not like you missed the last three times” he added under his breath. „You know what, i will show you!” Barty exclaimed, but instead of grabbing his pole, he went up really close to Evan, leaned over him and grabbed the others pole insted. Evan made a sound of surprise but he didn’t move. Barty leaned even closer, closed one eye and looked at his target, the white ball. He bit his lip in concentration and swung the pole agressively. The white ball hit a blue striped ball really hard, which rolled towards one of the holes, only missing it by a millimeter.
Evan burst out laughing and doubled over, almost on the floor. Barty grimaced and stepped back in defeat. „That was not so great, Mr I Will Show You” Evan laughed at Barty and threw an arm over his shoulder. „Don’t worry mate, i will do it properly the next round” he grinned at Barty, who just rolled his eyes at him.
Next up was James, he set his pole down and made a face of concentration. Marlene stood behind him giveing instructions very loudly. When they found everything was perfectly in place Marlene starte to count down „Three, two, one” she took a deep breath „Via de Shell-V power!” They both shouted as James hit the white ball whit his pole. He completly missed the hole. „You know what your problem is?” Barty asked the red team while crossing his arms. „You aren’t hitting the balls hard enough” Evan finished, standing beside Barty, mimicking his stance. They noded in agreement and shared a firm hanshake. „To hitting the balls!” Barty said grinning. Evan grinned back „To hitting the balls!”
They played for a long while and Barty didn’t even notice, that Regulus hasn’t arrived like he promised he would. He laughed whit Evan, they discucced more ways to actually make points, they whispered about Marlene’s and James’ bad skills and even worse strategies and they shared quiet agreements about that Sirius and Remus were touching more often than thy should be. While Remus was lineing up his shot, Sirius was not so discretly looking at his teammates ass. When Barty noticed, he slapped Evan on the arm and whispered „Mate they are so gay for eachother, i’m telling you!” Evan inspected the scene an noded in agreement. „You are definitely right there, Barty” he responded. Barty wanted to answer something, make another funny remark, but his brain shut down when Evan said his name. He said it again, the second time today and Barty couldn’t afford to have a repet of that crisis again. To his luck, evan didn’t seem to have noticed his sudden silence, he was still observing the McLaren duo.
The rest of the night he tried to bounc back and forget about that little incident, but it always returned to his mind. When they finished the game, whit team McLaren’s win, they started heading towards the elevators, whit Bartys arm thrown around Evans’ and Sirius’ shoulder. They needed to head up to their rooms, it was getting late after all and they had to be ready for fp1 the next day. They were all engaged in an argument wether or not team Ferrari’s strategy had been absolute bullshit, when Barty spotted Regulus sitting at the bar whit Dorcas. They both had waters in frontof them, of course nobody was ever drinking during race week. „Reggie!” Barty exclaimed, steering the group towards them. „Why didn’t you two join us?” he asked his friend and his teammate. „You seemed to be haveing a lot of fun whit my teammate, so i decided to talk to yours” Regulus responded, raising an eyebrow towards Barty, whos left arm was still around Evans’ shoulder. „Ah, bla-bla! Admit it, you are just to boring to play” he said and stuck out his tongue at Regulus. The other just shoke his head and stood up. „It’s getting late, we should head up. Bye Dorcas, see you ont he track” he said and headed towards the elevator, the rest of them following close behind.
They all got in and got out on their separete floors, because of course all teams booked rooms far away from eachother. Regulus and Barty were the last two remaining. „So looks like you had a lot of fun whit Evan, yelling about balls and all that” Regulus nudged Barty whit a smirk. „Hey, now you got that completly wrong! It was our teams strategy, we were…” Barty started explaining their evening in a heated voice. He didn’t even notice how often he mentioned Evans’ name. Regulus didn’t interrupt him, he just hummed along. When they reached their rooms they said goodbye and headed inside, getting ready for a good night of sleep.

It was race day again, the forth Grand Prix of the season, everyone was getting ready, the drivers were getting into the cars, engineers proof checking everything for one lats time. Barty was feeling really good about this race, even tho the Sanghai circuit wasn’t his favourite, it was in his top 10. He really went at it in the quali the day before and managed to get p3. It was the first time this season when he was starting from an actually good position. By now he really could say he was used to the car. In the past few weeks, especially this week, he has noticed that he really started to make peac whit everything that happened. He didn’t even think of Evan as his mortal enemy anymore. Okay maybe sometimes he did, but nobody needed to know that.
Barty rolled out of the garag into the pitlane, steering the car towards the track. He occupied his place in p3, waveing at Evan when he passed the Mercedes driver pulling up into p5 right behind Barty. Evan shoke his head and flipped him off,allthough only for a second , he couldn’t have cameras catching him do that. Whit Regulus’ Mercedes in pole position and Sirius’ McLaren in p2, this was going to be a tough race.
It was indeed a very eventfull race. There were multiple safety car phases and queit a few penaltys. On lap 30, when Barty had already overtaken Sirius and was batteling whit the Mercedes for p1, Marlene and Sirius crashed into eachother and DNF-d on turn 3, putting James Potter in 3rd place, however there was a big gap between him and the Redbull in p2. However it was during this yellow car phase when Barty got a 5 seconds penalty for not slowing down fast enough. There was also a problem whit Dorcas’ tires towards the end of the race so she lost p4 and only managed to finish in p7. Barty got dropped down to p3 because of his penalty but in the end he was still quit happy, after all it was his first pudium of the season and his first podium whit Redbull. He was glad he could share this moment whit Regulus in p1, however he would have prefered his own teammate up there whit him instead of James Potter.
Barty noticed something was up right away, when he entered the cooldown room. Regulus and James where sitting quiet close next to eachother, whispering about something, quietly laughing together. When Barty entered James shot up and he got right Ferrari red, just like his race suit. „Calm down, Potter. It’s not like there are millions of cameras in here anyways that filmed you guys being gay or whatever that was” Barty waved his hand as he sat down on his chair. He propably shouldn’t have said that in front of the previously mentioned cameras, but he didn’t really care at the moment. If somebody cared, they will deal whit it later. Barty sat back and watched the replays of the race. The crash of Marlene and Sirius was not very pleasent, but him overtakeing Sirius two laps before that mot certenly was. It did not go unnoticed by him that Regulus and James went back to acting very suspiciously gay for eachother. Sometimes they would look at eachother for a little too long, or James would whisper something to Regulus. Barty made a mental note to ask about that after they got back to the hotel and the celebrations were over. But for now, he was enjoying himself and too focused on being happy about his first podium of the season. Everything else could wait.