A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge: 763: Scenario - I'm a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number?

Writing Club November: Disney Challenge: Characters – 2 - Clarisse Renaldi - Write about someone who puts work before anything else.

Trope of the Month: 8 - Word: Vintage

Lyric Alley: 15 - Have a piece of American dream

Word Count: 396

Regulus checked the address again and sighed. He hated delivering to that part of town. That part of town had a reputation for being a bunch of tightfisted people who didn't believe driving a pizza delivery truck was a real job. They were also the worst tippers. He pulled into an empty spot in front of the house and stared at it a moment.

It was an old Victorian style mansion, with towers and cracked windows. He shuddered. This was like the scene from that horror movie his ex-boyfriend had forced him to watch. He still hated horror movies. This was his job, a job he worked hard to keep, and no scary house was going to keep him from doing his job. He walked up the steps. They were made of wood and creaked as he stepped on them.

He was sure he saw a shadow of something large and winged fly over head. No, he wasn't going to turn around. He was braver than this, maybe not as brave as his stupid brother, but he was still brave. He reached the large front door and looked around. There was a vintage looking doorbell. He only hoped it wouldn't electrocute him. Instead it made a loud ringing noise that he could hear echo through the house. He waited a moment.

Regulus could hear rustling inside the house and slowly the door opened. Standing there was one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen. The man was about his age, with wild hair and even wilder eyes. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had a large pentacle painted in red on his chest. He noticed Regulus staring at it.

"Oh, this, we were trying to summon a demon."

"Did it work?"

"Dunno yet, although," the man looked him over. "It did summon you, so, hey, if you're not busy later tonight maybe, here's my number, and," the man handed him a hundred dollar bill, "keep the change," he added nodding appreciatively at Regulus. "If you call, ask for Barty, or my stupid roommate will think you're interested in him." Regulus nodded taking the money and the piece of paper with Barty's number. He scurried back to his car pretending the house didn't scare him. Once in his car, he looked at the number and smiled. Barty may have seemed a bit crazy, but normal was boring anyway.