@rosekillermicrofic | Word Count:~250 | 3 June | Prompt- Wicked

@rosekillermicrofic | Word count:~250 | 3 June | Prompt- wicked

The dormitory was tired and muted after a long and stretched day. Evan pulled open his robe and climbed onto his bed in a sharp move after spending the whole evening in detention. Barty could sketch out the tension in the bed next to his.

He slipped down and tip toed to Evan's bed and slowly lifted a loose length of the cloth shutter.

Evan was laid down with a pillow beneath his head and a pillow over his mouth that was pressed so hardly, as if the purpose was to suffocate.

Barty pulled the pillow from his face, with much strength. Evan looked at him with annoyed eyes. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Was the detention that terrible?", Barty slouched over the bed sheet.

Evan replied a muffled "No."

Barty nodded softly. He knew that the days were going hard for Evan. The day before, he got into a fight with a Ravenclaw at Hogshead. That guy made a serious note on his sister. If Barty would have been there, he might have done the same thing; make the Ravenclaw boy bleed his gums out. But Evan had to take detention as a consequence.

"What are you doing here, on my bed?", Evan asked. The hint of irritation clear in his voice.

"Well, I can't sleep", Barty lied with a doll face. But he wondered whether Evan himself could sleep. He crept closer to the Rosier boy and somehow, he could feel the anxiousness sedating.

"Count sheeps", Evan suggested as he scrunched up his face inocently.

Barty shook his head, "I do not see them. I only see you."

Evan sighed, "Then count my hair." He pressed his head against the pillow, shutting his eyes with a suppressed huff.

"Already counted", Barty moved closer to the pressed silhouette.

"How many?", Evan breathed, his voice clouding with either sleep or cold.

"Zero", Barty said, skating his fingers through Evan's bleached hair.

Evan peeped open an eye, "Are you insulting me, Mister?"

"Yes", Barty whispered. He could smell the scent of Evan as he drew himself closer to the tall torso.

"That is so wicked", Evan gestured a slight punch. Then he smiled. And when he breathed, they both inhaled together simultaneously, like a single soul, like the two flapping wings of a bird.

"So am I", Barty wrapped his hands around the well marked thorax of the laid man, then he pressed his lips against Evan's yester- bruised rough and red lips.

Evan suddenly felt an invisible energy melting the cold and igniting the heat in him.

Crazy ass dickheads have fallen in love. Now it's time for chaos.

Dead Poets Society and The Perks Of Being A Wallflower....

I know that they are different yet they are the same...in a way atleast....

Carpe diem!

Have a good day!

To my dear writers....

@rosekillermicrofic | Rosekiller | Word Count: ~450 | Prompts: Forbidden, Forest, Smile | Date: 5 July

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"Are you crazy?"

"Shh", Barty hissed.

Evan raised his senses, alarmed by the ripples on the lake. He waited. One. Two. Three. Then carelessly questioned, "Why are we here, Bee?"

"Shh." That was the flat reply.

Evan aimlessly followed the tall boy under the wispy moonlight. Their robes skated over the soil like a phantom. Barty moved dangerously towards the Forbidden Forest and an unknown uncanny feeling strapped them at their movements.

They shouldn't be here, lurking in the shadows of the forest, at the mourning hour of a grimmy night.

"Have you seen the moon?", Barty whispered.

"What's about it?"

"It's beautiful."

"So?", Evan asked.

"It's a lunar eclipse tonight."

"And?"

Barty halted, making the feeble torso of Evan bump into his body.

"I will show you", Barty said, an excitement erupting in him as he turned back to meet Evan's confused eyes.

Then, Barty strictly held Evan by his wrist and they ran. They ran till they found themselves deep into heart of the forbidden land.

Evan heavily breathed, "Have you lost your mind?"

Barty chuckled. Then he said, "Can we wait for some more moments?"

"What's -"

They didn't have to wait. It happened in no time.

The sky blacked out. The moon disappeared as if a big spoon had scooped it from the vast expanse of the night. Evan stood petrified, unable to clear his head.

He whispered, "Bee?"

But, where was Barty? Evan threw his arms, pulled his wand, "Lumos!"

A faint light erupted. But it wasn't enough. There was no Barty, and without him the world was collapsing. It felt like a thousand many emotions pounding his heart.

The light evaporated. And Evan dared not to lighten it again because he was scared, he wouldn't find Barty.

A low, clouded voice erupted from his mouth, " Bee?"

And that was it. A roar or a scream or just maybe an eruption.

Evan saw a silken white fabric, or atleast it looked like one, which swirled past him, whooshing to the left then towards the right. It was bright yet transparent, like a ghost but brighter than the moon. It went through Evan and around him, dancing in the air, swaying along the breeze.

Then it took the shape of a fauna that plainly bounded around Evan, illuminating him. It carved into a silver crown over his head, then touched his lifted wand and disappeared just the way it appeared.

Evan was quite. The sudden change in brightness, blinded him but when he could finally make out his surroundings, he saw Barty smiling.

"What was that?", Evan said.

"Magic."

"That was crazy."

"That was", Barty admitted.

"That was beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

The moon slowly appeared among the clouds. Lunar eclipse doesn't last long. But the smile of his lips that Evan had, seemed like lasting forever.

"Happy Birthday, psych", Barty said.

"I love you, maniac. "

Barty is the sum total of the Weasley twin's and the Marauders.