The night o' the Yule Ball arrived. I entered the Great Hall with my date, David. The boys seemed jittery an' the girls looked like they'd just entered a fairytale or somethin! I spotted Barty in a corner with his date, Minnie. He was fidgeting with his dress robes, while she appeared to hit him lightly on the head with a piece o' celery! We walked o'er to them an' I gave her a confused glance, on seeing the celery in her raised hand. "He wore a celery, this imbécile! " she explained , teasingly bopping im on the head with it. "Oi! That hurt! Besides, look at these bloody robes! They're dull, aren't they?! I thought I'd brighten stuff up! " a cheerful Barty defended himself. "Forgive im, Minnie. He's a Whovian! " I apologized on his behalf. Minnie seemed lost at the term, not bein a Whovian herself! So, Barty decided to change the subject an' ask her to dance. I watched as he accompanied her to the dance floor an' they waltzed around. Every now an' then, I heard a giggle from Minnie as Barty stepped onto her toes. Even though poor Professor McGonagall had spent her energy teaching us to dance, Barty was still horrible at it! But I was relieved that he behaved like a complete Romeo throughout the night an' not like he did when I met im in that dark corridor the night before. Ever since that encounter, I didn't trust im much an' was on the lookout for any strange behavior or evil,serpentlike facial expressions!
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The lovable Death-Eater
FanfictionBarty and Paulie are childhood friends. Even though they're sorted into diff. Houses, they still stick together. But, what happens when Barty starts working for the Dark Lord? Will she still stick around or will their friendship end?
