January 6th prompt - confident @rosekillermicrofic word count - 167

Sirius fiddled with his collar nervously. For someone usually so confident, he wasn’t prepared to meet Regulus’ two best friends. It was ridiculous how much he wanted to make a good first impression - but he’d finally gotten his brother back into his life. He didn’t want to jeopardise that relationship.

The bell at the door tinkled as Regulus walked into the coffee shop, closely followed by two boys. They joined him at his table, shedding coats and scarves invoked by the winter chill.

“Hey, Siri,” smiled his younger brother.

“Heyyyyy, Siriiiiii,” drawled one of his friends mockingly. He stuck out his hand. “Barty.” Sirius took the hand, slightly bewildered. “Nice to meet you, Barty.” He felt a slight shock on his palm. “Ow!” he hissed, drawing his hand back.

Regulus’ other friend sighed. “Barty.”

Barty threw up his hands. “Hey! I forgot that was there.”

“Mhm. Sure. I’m Evan,” he added, turning to Sirius. “Apologies for my boyfriend.”

“No worries,” said Sirius, laughing uncertainly.

What a weird couple.

January 4th prompt - fancy @rosekillermicrofic word count - 210

Dorcas resists the urge to facepalm as Barty collapses on the common room sofa, putting his head in Evan’s lap. Evan immediately begins playing with his hair as he asks Pandora questions from her Divination textbook.

“Ok, here’s an easy one. A Grim is…”

“A black dog, commonly recognised as an omen of death.”

Evan nods. “D’you fancy reading tea leaves today? I’ve drunk my cup.” He hands the empty mug to Pandora, who smirks as she examine the dregs.

“You’ll be finding luck in the next few weeks, boosting your short term confidence.”

“Brilliant,” Barty remarks, “think you could lend that to me? I’ve got an Arithmancy test coming up.”

Pandora gasps, quickly placing a hand over her mouth.

Dorcas sits up, intrigued. “What is it, Panda?”

Pandora giggles. “Nothing, just… Evan will discover soon that his perceived unrequited love is indeed requited.”

Barty grumbles, “Who is it? Not that Patil girl in Ravenclaw, she’s horrible.”

Evan shakes his head slowly. “No… not Simran.”

Barty scoffs, getting up. “Well, lucky you, finding your soulmate or whatever. I’ve got to go-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you idiot.”

And Evan tugs Barty back down and kisses him.

Pandora shrieks, clasping her hands over her heart, as Dorcas just grins. Took them long enough.

January 2nd prompt - nap @rosekillermicrofic word count - 148

“Ow! Mother fucker!”

A very heavy charms book had just been thrown at him. Barty scowled, rubbing his arm. “What’s up with you? Miss nap time, or something?”

“Or something,” growled Evan, glaring. “Fuck off!”

Barty threw his hands up in despair. “You started it, asshole!”

“You know why!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Maybe it’s because you partnered with Martina Greengrass yesterday.” Barty and Evan both turned to face Regulus, who was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He hadn’t bothered to look up at either of them. “And Evan is a possessive prick.”

“Wha- Slughorn made me go with her,” Barty said.

“Yes. Yes he did. And Evan is a possessive prick.”

Barty looked at his boyfriend incredulously.

“She was staring at your ass the whole lesson,” Evan grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And you are-”

“A possessive prick, thank you Regulus, we get it.”

@rosekillermicrofic January 1st prompt - beginning word count - 169

“A good story needs a beginning, a middle and an end. In this workshop, you will learn how these three basic structures interconnect to create a plot.”

Evan had paid good money for this workshop. He’d hounded the admissions staff, trying desperately to get a place - and he’d got it. He intended to make the most of it.

But the green head of hair in front of him was proving to be mildly distracting.

Evan could tell several things about this boy just from one glance. Daddy issues, problems with authority, probably neurodivergent, he concluded.

And he hadn’t even seen his face.

But then the boy in front of him dropped his pencil. He tipped his chair backwards in an effort to reach it, but no dice. He turned around. “Hi, mate, think you could pass me that?”

And shit.

This boy may be a ridiculous stereotype. He may be a bad decision personified. He could be very, very dangerous.

But honestly?

Danger had never looked quite so pretty.