Barty Is The Sum Total Of The Weasley Twin's And The Marauders.

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

@rosekillermicrofic | word count: ~570 | 7 June | Prompt- Smirk. Evil.

Evan sat by the tranquil lake, whistling a tune of a foreign soundtrack. Seductive yet bruising.

He watched the water striders pacing one after the other as he stopped whistling and tried focusing into the water deep beyond the noticeable surface.

As the ripples distracted his deep insight, he found himself admiring the pale face of a familiar tawny haired Slytherin that reflected recently over the silver frame of the water.

Bartemius.

Evan spun around like a loose spring. The brown haired boy crouched down and pushed himself closer to Evan.

"You noticed me", Barty acquiesced. "How?"

Evan turned back and gestured to the symmetric ripples sketched over the lake. "After all you can not camouflage, can you?"

Barty laughed and then dead panned," You can never be funny enough, can you?"

"Atleast I am sane."

"Insane people are attractive", Barty winked as he shot his elbow under Evan's arm. "Anyways, what were you whistling?"

"I don't know", Evan huffed.

"That makes you insane, but not attractive", Barty winked again.

Evan breathed. Then he eyed at Barty with heinous motives. "If I throw you, I am sure the lake monsters will eat you to death."

Evan didn't need time to react. He gashed the soil as he plunged his grip over Barty's collar. The soil skidded down with some force. And Barty skidded with it, only held back by the collar grip. "EVAN DON'T", Barty fretted.

"Try it."

"Attractive you said, huh?", Evan laughed.

He pulled Barty over the stable soil near to him. Then he reached out with both hands to straighten the creases on the collar. He smiled ear to ear.

"Are you insane?", Barty said, still catching his breath.

"Attractive."

"There are no monsters in the water, Rosier. The monster is you", Barty snapped.

"Siren", Evan admired.

"Where?", Barty gasped and scrutinized the water.

Evan smirked. He swayed his hand once again in the air and placed them at the perfect crook behind Barty's neck. "Inside me."

Then he felt the shudder. The eruption. This time, the eruption was not in him but in Barty.

Barty reflexed his arm behind him in a swift move and succeeded in locking Evan's arm, that was holding him, in a tight grip over the soil.

Then, as Evan approached to seize Barty with his free hand, Barty swung his left arm over his opponents throat. Then he pushed the boy over the soil, mudding the white shirt with a brown tint.

Evan turned red as he struggled to wriggle out his rival's strength, but in vain.

Barty strangled the body further by shoving him into the soil. Then he crept closer, until he had his knees locked around the Rosier boy like a cage. Bounded. Barty sunk down lower still. Their faces strewn with mud approached even closer, only left unmet because Evan had forced himself against the soil. He didn't want to meet Barty's evil eyes.

"We are all monsters, Evan. Some of us play, some kill and others steal", Barty whispered. "I might steal your heart just like the way you played with mine."

And when the clock struck midnight, after all it was Kaz Rietveld in the shoes of Brekker looking at a shadow with vulnerable eyes, searching for the magic ... but through the eyes of a hard spoken man named Kaz Brekker, he only saw Inej spying on his rich thoughts like a shadow in the dark.

Rosekiller would play Parkour Chase Tag.

Rules are simple.

Runner: Run.

Chaser: Chase.

However there is a change at the end.

•The chaser catches and kisses the runner.

We talk a lot about the dead poets society. But think about the original D.P.S., where Mr. Keating was a member. Imagine their poetry , imagine their ideas...imagine what made Mr. Keating as Mr. Keating that influenced the new D.P.S.

Imagine the original dead poets and their genius.

Dress as you like.