Word Count: 520
Written for:
The Daily Weird Prompt Thing: Halloween Special - prompt: (word) Scythe
Potions Class: Ageing Potion - Write about someone being immature
Gringotts Wizarding Prompt Bank: (OUAT Quotes) "Put that thing down before you hurt yourself." - Regina, (OITNB Quotes) "Do you hear yourself sometimes? Like, when you speak?", (OITNB Quotes) "But I'm so cute. Look how cute I am!", (friend word) Boyfriend, (friend word) Best Friend
September Event, Prompt: (location) Classroom

Death By Cute

You're a fool, but you're cool
And I know that you'll do whatever you want.

Barty yawned loudly, the noise echoing around the empty classroom. He was sitting on top of a desk in the old History of Magic classroom, waiting for his boyfriend and best friend, Regulus.

And he was taking his sweet time.

"Come on," he muttered, looking at the silver watch on his wrist. They were already late for the party that Snape, Avery and Mulciber were hosting in the dungeons for the sixth and seventh years, in honour of Halloween. It was strictly fancy dress, much to Barty's dismay. He caught sight of his reflection in the dark window opposite the table he sat atop.

If he could've had his own way, he wouldn't have dressed up at all, but after Regulus had spent a good half an hour complaining and pouting, he finally gave in. His face had been powdered sheet-white, and he was wearing a plastic set of fangs which dug uncomfortably into his gums. He had splodged red paint messily around his lips to mimic blood, and was wearing his grubbiest pair of robes. Barty had to admit—he did make a pretty good vampire.

Regulus hadn't told him what he would be dressing up as for the party. Barty knew that Regulus had been planning his costume for weeks, but he was doing a good job of keeping it a secret from Barty.

He sat up straight as he heard footsteps along the corridor, and pasted a look of surprise on his face, ready for whatever Regulus had to offer.

However, the expression soon became real, when he noticed just what Regulus was dressed as.

Standing in the doorway was a figure shrouded head-to-toe in a ripped black robe. If it wasn't for the distinct lack of iciness to the air, Barty would've thought it was a Dementor. In fact, he would've thought that Regulus was dressed up as a Dementor—if it wasn't for the enormous, red-tipped scythe that he was wielding.

He pulled his hood down and grinned widely at Barty. "What do you think?"

Barty blinked, allowing his gaze to rest on the weapon in Regulus's hand. "Where on earth did you—put that thing down before you hurt yourself!"

"Oh, relax," Regulus chuckled. He pressed the scythe's blade to the floor, and Barty watched as it bent like rubber against the floor. "It's not real! As if I'd be allowed to bring something like this into the school! I got it from Zonko's."

"It's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

Regulus's dark eyes widened, and true to form, he pouted. "But I'm so cute!" he stretched his arms out and span slowly on the spot, so that Barty could admire his entire outfit. "Look how cute I am!"

Barty laughed, unable to keep a straight face. "Do you hear yourself sometimes? Like, when you speak?"

Regulus sniggered and walked over to where Barty sat, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "Come on, we're late," he murmured, grinning into his boyfriends mouth. "I'm ready to party."