Word Count: 291

Written For:
- Speed Drabble: proper, toffee, "How hungry are you for a knuckle sandwich?"
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/My Mad Fat Diary: "I've got your back, babe.", "Stop staring at me. It freaks me out."
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/OC Names: Finley Dawson


Sweets for the Sweet

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball, wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall.

Regulus woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of someone vigorously chewing and chomping in the bed next to him. He squinted in the light that was streaming through the windows; the lake made everything seem green and strange.

"Barty?" he muttered, peering over at the bed where his best friend slept, but the curtains were drawn. "What are you doing?"

"No'ffin," came the reply. Barty was obviously talking through a mouthful of something thick. Regulus climbed out of bed quietly and pulled open the curtain, startling Barty—who was sitting amidst a pile of gold and silver sweet wrappers, and his mouth was full. Regulus raised his eyebrow.

Barty glared at him and swallowed the mouthful. "What?" he snapped, reaching for another sweet - it was a box of toffees, which Regulus had seen placed one of the other Slytherin's beds just the night before. "Stop staring at me. It freaks me out."

"Those are Finley Dawson's toffees, aren't they?" Regulus inquired, smirking. Barty shrugged.

"I don't know. I was hungry."

"How hungry are you for a knuckle sandwich? Because that's what you're going to get when Dawson gets back here. I think his Ravenclaw girlfriend gave him those sweets."

Barty ignored him, and shoved another toffee into his mouth.

"He's going to proper do you in, Barty," Regulus went on, but Barty just flicked a wrapper at Regulus. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Barty replied after he had swallowed the toffee. "Get a beating, I suppose?"

Regulus grinned and sat down at the bottom of Barty's bed. "Don't worry. I've got your back, babe."