#barytes got a lot of appologising to do

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Prompt 11 - Leave

@rosekillermicrofic September 11, word count 780

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Barty and Evan had a strangely quiet morning. Regulus and James had disappeared and Pandora was just on her way out after declaring she needed to go see her psychic for a reading. Barty had given up telling her she was throwing her money away at charlatans as she’d always get so upset at him, and she was terrifying when she was angry. She’d spent an entire month stalking him once and jumped out at him to make him scream in public. One time he said her favourite author was a hack, and she’d cut holes in all the teabags. With Panda, you never knew what she was going to do. At least with Regulus, he stabbed you right in the chest with his viper’s tongue.

“So what do you want to do?” Barty asked, already bored with the quiet. 

“Well, I’m going to strip the beds for starters, probably do the washing up and hoover,” Evan said, heading for the bedrooms. Barty flung himself on the sofa dramatically and groaned. 

“You are so boring!” He squirmed on the sofa, something was digging into his back. He shoved his hand under him and, after a moment of fumbling, pulled out a light pink crystal, cut to a point. Bloody Panda! He threw it across the room and slumped back onto the sofa.   

By the time Evan came through, dragging the Henry Hoover behind him, Barty had fallen asleep. 

“Move!” Evan barked at him when he still hadn’t woken up, even though the Hoover was next to his head. 

“Ouch! Evan what the fuck?!” Barty yelped, pulling away from the Hoover’s nozzle that had been sucking on his side. “Uncalled for!” He hissed, rolling again when Evan tried to get him with it again. 

“You didn’t wake up when I came in, and you didn’t move after I asked you ten times, loudly!” Evan jabbed at him again with the hose. “Get up and go and make a start on the washing up!” Barty ran for it. 

He was up to his arms in bubbles when Evan came to see how he was getting on. He always put just that bit too much fairy liquid in the sink. Evan shook his head at the mess but picked up the tea towel and started drying. 

They’d just put the last dish away when Regulus came bursting through the door. 

“Sirius is letting me have his flat!” He gasped excitedly. “He said I can move in whenever I want! Look, he gave me the key!” Regulus held up a pair of keys and jangled them excitedly. “I mean he was a total prick before I told them I got kicked out, but then he hugged me. He hasn’t hugged me since we were kids. Guys, I think I might finally have my brother back!” He ran off into the spare bedroom and came back a few minutes later with a box labelled clothes. “He said I can stay there tonight. He’s going to go get me his and Remus’s airbed and James is going to come over tomorrow so we can go furniture shopping.” Barty had never seen his friend so excited and bloody joyful. The guy had fucking dimples. He’d had no idea Regulus had dimples, and he'd known him since he was eleven. 

“Wow, that’s…very generous of him, Reg,” Evan said with a forced smile. 

“He’s just going to let you down again, Reg,” Barty spat out. He’d lived through the Sirius years, he’d let Regulus down again and again. 

“No, he won’t. It’s different this time. We’ve both grown up, and we’re not in that house. It's going to work.”

“He’s just going to leave you again when you get too much for him, and then I’ll have to pick up the pieces again,” Barty couldn’t understand why Regulus was running into this head first. It wasn’t like him at all. He blamed James for this. Clearly, he was a bad influence. It was his fault that the Black brothers had been reunited in the first place. 

“Fuck off Barty!” Regulus’s voice was cold, but Barty could hear the hurt behind it. His words came crashing back to him. Shit, he’d gone too hard. “I’ve got to go, Sirius will be waiting for me,” Barty saw the tear that slipped from Regulus’s eye before he turned around and rushed from the flat. 

Evan slapped him on the back of the head. 

“You absolute arsehole. Only you could make such a pig’s ear of that,” Evan tutted at him and disappeared into the bedroom. Barty hung his head. Evan was right. He had a lot of making up to do.

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