"Who else is getting invites?" Thunto asked, "Who Else?"
"I know some." Barty muttered, looking at the floor.
"Name them." Thunto said harshly.
"Don't talk to him like that." Hermione said, walking up to Barty and cuddling him, "It's not his fault."
"No, It is 'Mione." Barty said, before taking a deep breath and trying to remember the names, "Sirius, Peter, You, Rossieller, from Slytherin, Maltar, Ravenclaw, Kate, Rose, Marty, Jason, Adam, Ross, Tom, Ben, Lauran, Georgina, Michael, Paul, Clara, all slytherin, Jack from Griffindor and Jackie from Hufflepuff."
"Is that all?" Thunto pushed, "You swear that is all of the names you heard?"
"Not all I've heard." Barty muttered, "But you can't expect me to remember them all!"
"Have you replied?" Hermione questioned, pulling him in for a light hug.
"W wha'?" Barty asked.
"The letter. Have you answered?"
"No." Barty whispered, buring his head into Hermione's shoulder, "I mean, I can't. I don't want to join, but I can't answer like that can I? 'Dear Dark Lord, I am sorry but I do no' wish to be your lacky. Barty.' Yeah. That'll go well."
"Go to Dumbledore. He alwaysss knowsss what to do." Morfin said, shocking Barty and Hermione, "Forget I wasss here? Heresss me thinking you came to sssee me."
"D do we get to see you?" Barty asked, lifting his head from Hermione's shoulder, "Or do we have to make our own images?"
A hissing laugh sounded from Morfin as he stood up and stepped into the dim light. Hermione gasped and Barty could not tear his eyes away. Morfin was a normal looking kid, par that he had no skin, only a layer of light green scales with some dark green mixing the contrast. His eyes were as deep as purple as Barty suit with slit pupils, he had no hair, but a line of spikes, mohician style, of his head.
"Wow..." Barty muttered, "Doesn' tha' feel wierd?"
Morfin laughed as Hermione slapped Barty on the arm, "I have never felt the feel of moving with ssskin, ssso to me, thisss isss normal. Thunt, I have all of two quessstionsss for you."
"Go ahead." Thunto replied, looking over her shoulder at him as he walked to her side.
"Have you got the... ssstuff you me?"
"It's in your hut."
"Good. The sssecond quessstion isss - what isss the time?"
"Oh, it's, errrm, " Thunto drew up the sleave of her leather jacket and checked her watch, "It's 11:48. Why?"
"Bartemiusss?" Morfin turned to look at him, as he looked up curiously, "What time did you arrange that band practiccce again?"
"11:30... Oh crap!" Barty stood up quicklly, "I'm late! I have to go, sorry! Meet up another time maybe?"
"Yesss, of courssse, you sssilly boy." Morfin replied with a grin.
"Come on, I'll show you out." Thunto said, dully, and, as if talking to a small child, added "And Keep Up This Time!"