#PRETTYPOISON RAHHHHH

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“Maryyyyy!” Was the first thing that Mary heard as soon as she disembarked the Hogwarts express, her third school year waiting ahead of her. She wished this year would go calmly, compared to her last, but the manic grin and wild green eyes that greeted her as she debarked confirmed that her expectations were were bound to be fruitless.

“Crouch.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the second year adorned with the green and silver tie that distinguished his house from hers. Barty hadn’t changed one bit, she noticed; his hair was unruly and broken — caused by his habit of pulling on the roots, — his teeth were still crooked and yellow-ish and his eyes still promised caos. Typical. “I see you haven’t done much changing.”

Barty barked out a harsh laugh, and Mary fought to suppress a grin. Merlin, he was insufferable; “Awww! I’m glad you’ve been paying attention to me enough to notice I haven’t changed,” he feigned commotion, and Mary felt relieved that her skin hid the fact that she was blushing mad, “Well,” Barty continued, taking a few steps forward and stationing himself right beside her, “I suppose you haven’t changed either, as lovely as ever.”

“Piss off, Crouch.”

“But my lovely Rosemary,” Barty intertwined their arms and grabbed her luggage. Then — even tho he was a foot shorter — forced her to walk in direction of the castle, “How then would I accompany you to our beloved school?”

“I don’t need your help!” Mary tried to fight back, earning a few laughs from other passing students; Gods, she just wanted to push Barty to the ground and punch him until his teeth straightened. He deserved it, oh Merlin, he deserved it. Mary abruptly pushed him off; watching with a satisfied smile how he tumbled backwards, “I can carry my own stuff,” She announced, brushing dust off her skirt, “And don’t call me Rosemary, it’s a terrible name. Now I believe we both have somewhere to go, so get lost.”

Mary hoped she sounded as threatening as she felt, and her hopes were skyrocketing for the first five seconds in which Barty was utterly speechless. Until, of course, he let out the loudest, craziest laugh Mary had ever heard. Then her hopes were shattered and annihilated, and she felt like a confused toddler watching as the adults laughed at a joke she didn’t get.

Barty made her feel like a toddler, which was completely ridiculous considering she was not one but two years older than him.

“Oh Mary,” he wheezed. Mary expected an explanation, but it never came; instead, the younger boy kept walking — legs wobbly because of the meaningless laughs he’d let out occasionally.

Once he was long gone, Mary grabbed her case from the floor; sighing as she did so.

Whatever. Who cares about peace and quiet anyways?

(This was not proof-read lol)

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