3″It was just another restless afternoon for Barty, or so he thought. Barty was forced to make dinner for his parents guests. He hated cooking, just as much as he hated his parents, mostly because he couldn't put up with either of those things.
Barty accidentally cut himself, the cut was deep, but he ignored it. But after some time he heard a painfully familiar voice.
"You really don't care about your well-being, do you?"
It was Regulus's voice, the voice of his childhood best friend.
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