This was Regulus' idea of heaven: sitting on his bed with his best friend, surrounded by what looked to be the entire stock of Honeydukes. Empty wrappers littered the floor around the bed, and sticky fingers reached out for more sweets.
"We should do this everyday." Barty grinned, chocolate coating his teeth and smudged at the corners of his lips. Regulus groaned, flopping back onto the bed and sending various sweets falling to the floor.
"That sounds like a terrible idea," he moaned, shoving a handful of Bertie Bott's Beans into his mouth, wrinkling his nose at the earwax undertones.
"It's an amazing idea, and you know it," Barty said, nibbling at his own bean before eating it. Regulus stretched his arm out, reaching for the Fizzing Whizbees. They were perhaps an inch out of reach, though, so he gave up and grabbed a chocolate frog instead. "How are you this lazy?" Barty asked incredulously.
"Hey, look! It's Dumbledore," Regulus said instead of answering, his chocolate frog escaping and jumping out of sight.
"Got it," Barty muttered, grabbing the Fizzing Whizbees and throwing them at his friend. "You know those have dried Billywig stings, right?"
"Don't care." Regulus grinned, shoving a handful into his mouth.
"Well that was certainly a terrible idea," Barty said, watching his friend begin to levitate off the bed.