Written For:

- Day 39 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Space

- The Emotion Challenge: Bored

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Scenarios: Miserable people meeting at a wedding

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Sex and the City: (word) Intellectual, (quote) After a while you just want to be with the one who makes you laugh., (action) Couple eating off the same fork, (dialogue) "I'm beginning to think I'm not the marrying kind."

Pairings/Characters: Barty, Regulus

Word Count: 565


Married Pigs

I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.

Barty rolled his eyes expressively as he pushed his way through the crowd, trying to find a secluded area. Finally, his eyes settled on a small table in the far corner of the canopy, spaced away from the rest of the wedding party.

He hated weddings. No, he didn't just hate them—he abhorred them. The guests always acted conceited and stuck-up, and it was more of an excuse for the women to prance around in their most expensive finery, desperately trying to out-do the bride. Thinking of the bride, he glanced over to the long table, where Narcissa was sitting and flashing a forced smile to her guests.

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" a familiar voice commented. Barty looked up to see his old best friend, Regulus, advancing on his table. He sat down beside Barty and yawned. "I'm terribly bored. I've been here all day—you're lucky, you only had to come to the after party."

"I'm still bored," Barty grumbled, checking his watch. It had only just turned eight. His father generally wasn't invited to these kind of events, but his mother and grandmother, being part of the Black family, always tried to show their faces. He spotted his mother, chatting animatedly with one of her cousins. There was no way she was going to be leaving any time soon, and she would say it was unsightly for Barty to go home alone.

"Well, at least we can be bored and miserable together." Regulus pushed a tuft of his hair out of his face, continuing to watch Narcissa. She was still smiling like a painted doll, allowing Lucius to feed her pieces of wedding cake from his fork. Barty groaned in disgust, and Regulus laughed. "It's a total mess," he continued. "Narcissa is so clever - she's intellectual. But now that she's married to him, she's reverted into some kind of stupid child. Being fed at the table and treat like a doll. All she is worth now is the hundreds of little Lucius Malfoys that she's going to churn out."

Barty raised an eyebrow. "I've never viewed Narcissa as an intellectual. She always seemed like she would enjoy this kind of life, in my opinion."

"That's because you don't know her like I do," retorted Regulus. A chubby-cheeked cherub soared in Regulus's direction, aiming it's heart-tipped arrow in his direction, and Regulus swatted it out of the way. "When I get married, there will be none of this crap," he muttered. "It's hardly like Mother will be bothered—she has no interest in this stuff either." He nodded towards Walburga Black, who was sitting in her own corner of the canopy. She was the only woman wearing black robes, and was sitting with her arms around her, as though she was protecting herself from the onslaught of lovey-dovey wedding merchandise.

Barty sniggered. "And when do you plan to get married?" he questioned trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

Regulus shrugged, looking at the floor. "You'll probably get married before I do."

"I highly doubt that," Barty replied. "I'm beginning to think I'm not the marrying kind."

Regulus glanced up, his face full of questions. "Why is that?"

"Well," Barty paused, feeling his cheeks flame up. "After a while, you just want to be with the one who makes you laugh."