#I would too tbh

[melamoon]

Notice how those who defend him are all women…

writers, was this intentional?

[trollmaeda]

yes he killed a majority of life on earth but you know what? i forgive him

[wraithlafitte]

why does it look like con actually just fell asleep LOL

[bri-cheeses]

| June 4th | Prompt: Love | Word count: 815 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Gather round, everyone!” Slughorn called out cheerfully, herding students towards the cauldron at the front of the classroom. “Today we will be brewing one of the most famous potions in history. Can anyone tell me what this potion we have here is?”

Barty barely resisted rolling his eyes as some Ravenclaw eagerly answered the question, looking way too proud of herself for getting it right. Really, anyone with eyes could tell what the potion was, especially with the way Slughorn had introduced it to the class—amortentia, of course, the potion of love.

Slughorn went on and on about the potion and its history, which, frankly, no one cared about, then finally told everyone to find another partner and start brewing.

Naturally, he and Evan immediately latched onto each other. Next to them, Dorcas, Regulus, and Pandora set up their own station and hunted for ingredients.

But despite having been paired with his friends, the next two periods were torture for Barty. True, pure, unrelenting torture. The fumes from the cauldron rose up and gave him a headache—and the incessant giggling going on in the classroom did not help with the pain pounding in skull. In addition to this, the fires the students all had lit in order to make their potions caused the room to overheat to a miserable temperature.

Honestly, Barty felt as though he were being cooked alive.

Things only got worse once they were done brewing. The pale pink liquid sat in his and Evan’s cauldron, taunting Barty with curiosity and fear of what it might smell like. He had actually been breathing through his mouth for the past couple of minutes, not wanting to get a whiff before he absolutely had to.

Next to him, Evan didn’t look like he was in much better shape. Somewhere between the start of class and now, he had unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows, displaying his strong forearms. He was clearly overheated based on the pink coloring his cheeks, and he was staring at the cauldron like it had personally offended him. Barty could see that he was breathing through his mouth, too.

“Alright, everyone, take a step up to your potions! And make sure to get a nice, deep smell!” Slughorn chuckled, and a murmur spread through the classroom.

Barty glanced at Evan.

“You wanna go first?” Barty asked.

Evan grimaced slightly, then took a hesitant step towards the cauldron, and Barty watched him closely as he breathed in. His eyes fluttered closed as the various smells hit him, his long lashes ghosting over his skin.

“What do you smell?” Barty questioned, extremely curious as to what Evan would smell in a love potion.

“Snow,” he said, eyes still closed. “Vanilla, the ocean, and—” he faltered. His eyes opened, then blinked as if he were trying to reset.

“And what?”

“Nothing,” Evan muttered. “Your turn.”

Barty gave him an odd look, not failing to notice the way Evan’s had paled since smelling the potion. He didn’t comment on it, however, as a tight ball of nerves gathered in his stomach.

He leaned over the cauldron. That pink liquid was still taunting him, playing some sort of cruel joke.

Might as well get it over with, though.

So, steeling himself, Barty breathed in.

Campfire smoke. Pumpkin pie. The smell of rain.

Roses.

Barty stumbled back, legs tripping over each other in his haste to get away. Evan wordlessly caught him and helped him find his balance, but Barty shrugged his touch off.

“What did you smell there, Crouch?” Regulus asked from where he and the others had been brewing their potion.

Barty looked over. An amused look lingered on Regulus’s face, having apparently watched the entire thing, and Barty had the feeling that Regulus knew exactly what he had smelled.

“Nothing,” he said shortly. “Just usual things. Smoke, pie, the like.”

“Smell anything else?” Pandora inquired innocently from beside Regulus.

Really? Her, too?

“No. That was it,” Barty snapped, turning back to Evan, who was looking at him with an assessing look, his head tilted.

“What?” Barty asked.

“Nothing,” he responded, going to gather his things.

“‘Nothing,” Dorcas echoed softly from behind them. It was quiet enough that Barty got the impression it wasn’t meant for his or Evan’s ears, so naturally, he strained to listen. Next to him, he could tell that Evan was doing the exact same thing.

“They both keep saying that,” Dorcas continued, still whispering, “but they do realize we’re not as oblivious as they are, right?”

Barty and Evan looked at each other in confusion at their friend’s words.

“Do you know what she’s talking about?” Evan asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Barty shook his head. “No idea. But we’ll get to the bottom of it, won’t we?”

A grin spread across Evan’s face. Barty loved it when that happened.

“That we will, Crouch. That we will.”

[everything-is-as-it-was]

love the fact that they're wearing fancy ass shirts and then just sweatpants

[rainofthetwilight]

RAMADAN MUBARAK FROM COLE!!!! lil lego sketch of him bc I was lazy to draw anything proper loll

he's so arab to me <333

[ya-boi-alex]

Don't you hate when you fish so much you start becoming fish?

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

jeeves could make millions being a counselor or giving people advice but instead he chooses to spend his time with the silliest rich gay boy TM in town and i commend him for it.

[sgt-bonez]

spy doodles from a while ago ... he is on the brain

[the-npd-culture-is]

NPD culture is constantly bringing up the one time you got a lead role in something because it was one of the few times you've felt special and you need someone to validate your performance.

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[nixxieie]

No but IMAGINE Todd going absolutely feral just because of the mere fact of Neil Perry wearing glasses

[eluvixnsarchived]

big fan of the way she hides behind her hat

[ellecdc]

I have a feeling that the person who asked me last night what team I cheer for blocked me after I admitted I cheer for the Leafs 😞

[sequenceofmind]

i just know dylan's like you know, it is what it is. i'll just let alex do her thing and nat with that knowing smile

[morphestic]

Kunikidas impulse of screaming grabbing and throwing people to the floor when annoyed/frustraded is so real

[space-qu33n]

The kid's pretending to be unconscious and honestly? Fair