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Barty was trying to act like he cared about transfiguration, but he didn’t fool anyone.
McGonagall was doing her first lesson of the year, which meant that they couldn’t use wands and just had to listen to her. They were old enough to do transfiguration on themselves, and she was talking about the dangers from it.
Barty drew a dick on Regulus’ parchment and grinned, but Regulus didn’t seem to like it and erased it with his wand.
“Mister Black, I said no wands allowed,” McGonagall said sternly, “5 points from Slytherin.”
Regulus glared at Barty and he knew he would get some speech later about how he can’t draw dicks on Regulus’ parchment.
He got distracted by McGonagall, who said something about death and before he could think of not saying it, he said, “Ooh nice.”
That earned him 10 points from Slytherin and having to talk with her after the lesson. He shrugged and was planning on just walking out, what could she do about that? Run after him?
He started doodling her face on Evan’s parchment. She looked like she just ate a lime that was over date when she takes points from Gryffindor, and he sketched next to it how she looks when she takes points from Slytherin: calm and not really caring.
He yelped when he got a kick against his shin and looked up, it was some Gryffindor.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Stop tapping your leg.” The Gryffindor said frustrated.
Barty rolled his eyes, he hadn’t realized he was doing it but snapped back, “Well, you never asked me to stop sleeping with your mom.”
Regulus poked him with his elbow and whispered agitated, “Barty, shut up.”
But Barty didn’t have time for that since a fist connected with his cheek. He wished he had been the first to attack. Then it’s mostly offence, but now he had to feel the pain he otherwise would have caused.
He punched the Gryffindor back and the skin around their eye started to bloom blue and red.
Before he could do anything else, he was blown back by McGonagall and he rolled his eyes, he was probably to blame for this again.
His back hurt fucking much when he landed on a table that broke under him. He probably got a bazillion splinters, and it hurt more than the fight itself.
McGonagall was that silent angry that was honestly scarier than her screaming. She ordered them to go to Dumbledore’s office, but he ignored it and sat down between Regulus and Evan again, knowing it wouldn’t matter if he told his side of the story or not, Dumbledore would always believe a Gryffindor over a Slytherin.
Evan was grinning and fist bumped him and even Regulus had a slight smile.