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Its a sunny and victorious day at Hollywood Arts, like usual. School has started again after summer break a week ago, and people are starting to settle into their schedules.
Barty Crouch, is also doing quite well. If you dont count the fact that his usually clear skin is bright green?
Bright... green.
And somehow, Barty, the most self-obsessed student at Hollywood Arts, hasnt noticed his face being a neon troll.
Usually Barty is staring at his face all day, but because of his "matcha avocado face mask" he did this morning (which is the cause of his lateness again), he didnt have the time.
Lucky-... Or unlucky for him, there is no one else in the hallways to witness his disaster of a face and tell him he is green (as he is late), so he struts into class.
Barty walks into drama class 13 minutes late, "fashionably late" as he likes to call it. As barty walks in, the class is doing an improvisation that seemingly requires Pandora Rosier to be crawling and barking like a dog on the floor, and her brother Evan Rosier to command at her to do tricks... Interesting.
Barty slips in the backrow without anyone noticing, acting like he had been there the whole time.
"THAAAAANK you Evan and Pandora for the improv! Next, we will have... Hmm, Barty, wont you come and give us a show and pick some friends to have fun with you?" Mr. Ticklehair says, seemingly not noticing Barty's green face.
Mr. Ticklehair is a very strange teacher at best. Not just because of his very unfortunate name (his full name is no better either, "Gimisom Ticklehair" sounds a lot like "give me some tickle hair"), but also because of his unusually energetic personality and teaching tactics.
"Of course, Tickle" Barty answers with a smirk, getting up from his chair and walking to the small stage infront of the class.
Barty doesnt seem to notice the confused and horrified looks his classmates share looking at his cucumber-cosplay of a face (or he does, but his ego says its his "threatheningly cool aura"), as he brings his friends Dorcas, Regulus and Marlene on stage.
Long story short, Dorcas is beautiful and a great singer, Regulus loves art (also, for some reason scissors...?), and Marlene is an extroverted hot mess, who is like Barty's annoying older sister. But in a loving... way.
"Barty and friends, you shall start your improvisation with the prompt 'Family dinner but your father turns into a talking frog'!" Mr. Ticklehair exclaims and twirls around like a ballerina while blowing his whistle.
"Wow, this brisket is really great..." Marlene starts the act, pretending to feast on food while talking with the voice of a nerdy teenage girl.
"I wanna play games— FATHER YOU'RE A FROG!" Regulus speaks like an annoying little brother, and suddenly points at Barty yelling like a madman.
God, why am I the frog-father!
"HICUP! I have turned into a talking frog! Oh noooo..." Barty says, pretend-panic coating his voice, jumping on the floor like a frog.
"BARTY! More emotion... YOU have just turned into a talking frog, more panic!" Mr. Ticklehair yells from the side at Barty's poor imitation.
Barty sighs in his head, before acting with more... emotion.
"NOOO!! I want my HANDSOME, GORGEOUS legs back so I can DRIVE my LOVED TRUCK!" Barty scream-cries, doing his best to talk while jumping around on his knees.
"So as a frog you STILL care about your truck more than me, your WIFE OF 30 YEARS!?" Dorcas screams from the top of her lungs, pretend-fainting on the floor, Regulus and Marlene rushing next to her while Barty still jumps around like a frog.
"AHH OH NO! I'm turning into a FROG TOOOOOOOO" Marlene screams as she dramatically falls to her knees and starts jumping around like a frog with Barty.
Regulus is giving Dorcas fake cpr as Barty and Marlene cry and scream while jumping around like idiots on their knees, before Mr. Ticklehair finally lets them end the improvisation.
"Excellent work gentlemen- and women! You are free to exit the class when thy bodies allow!" Mr. Ticklehair dramatically exclaims and Barty gets up.
Evan, Barty's known crush since kindergarten probably (and his great friend), who has rejected Barty more times than 80 hands can count, approaches Barty when he's leaving the classroom.
"Good improvisation Bart. Tho, your face looks a little, green..." Evan says, Barty grinning at the compliment.
"Thanks Evan!" Barty says, before realizing what Evan said. Green?
"Green?"
Barty starts patting the pockets of his jeans in panic, taking the silver pocket mirror from his backpocket.
Barty looks at his face in horror, the bright green neon coating his beautiful face...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Barty screams from the top of his lungs like he would have just saw a snake in the ceiling, running out of the classroom as quick as he can.
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BARTY CROUCH
My face is green! Hiding away till the end of the school year.
FEELING: Horrified 😰
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"Barty, get out of there! You cant hide forever", Dorcas yells to the other side of the door, knocking.
Barty has hid himself in the janitors closet and hasnt came out since the drama class. Its already lunch, and Barty is going die from starvation if he doesnt get out right now.
"Never!" Barty screams to the other side of the janitors closet, pouting in the corner like a child.
"Oh come on, your not even that bad looking. Its just a bit of green, you can wash your face!" Evan says, now him trying to get Barty out of the closet.
Its a few seconds of silence before Barty speaks up from the janitors closet with a sad tone sprinkled with some hope.
"You think so?" Barty mutters loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.
"I think so. Come on out now, I have a slice of pepperoni pizza you can have", Evan says and you can hear Barty in the other side getting up and walking over to the door.
Barty unlocks the door, and opens it.
...opens it.
...OPENS IT!
OPENS.
"The door wont open!" Barty speaks loud and panicked, trying to continously open the door with the handle, the door still not budging.
"Dont mess with us Barty, open it", Marlene mutters annoyed from the other side of the door.
"I cant! It wont OPEN!" Barty screams, and Dorcas sighs and tries to open the door. And try to open... the door. OPEN!
"Okay, it really wont open... Haha... ha." Dorcas giggles nervously, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone near could magically open it.
"What are we going to do! I cant be stuck here all green forever!" Barty says, his voice now frustrated and loud.
"We'll figure it out, dont worry Bart!" Pandora says cheerfully and excited about the adventure.
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MARLENE MCKINNON
Barty is stuck in the closet. LOL.
FEELING: Relieved 😅
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"Okay, I have some keys here. They might work..." Dorcas mutters as she inserts the key in the keyhole, twisting it to see if it will open.
Dorcas is president of the "tennis club" they host (where they eat snacks and play videogames all day to get money from the school for their "club", but thats another story for later), so she has a handful of keys to get to places in the school.
Twist... Twist... No answer.
She twists another key from the bunch and the key doesnt do anything again. Its quite a funny sight for Marlene who is giggling at the scene.
Dorcas tries yet another key, twisting it in the keyhole, almost getting the door open.
Twist...
Twist...
SNAP!
The key snaps in half on the floor, the door not budging a bit. Yeah, GREAT luck!
"Damn it! That was the last key!" Dorcas yells, kicking the door in anger with her dark green sneaker.
KICK!
And the door swings open, an almost sleeping Barty opening into view.
"BARTY!" Dorcas runs to hug Barty in the janitors closet, probably the most enthuastic greeting Barty has gotten from her in the 10 years they have been friends.
Dorcas doesnt even care that her white shirt and dress is getting dirty with the colour from Barty's bright green face, hugging Barty with a squeeze tight enough to strangle him.
"Finally! Its been days..." Barty says, super happy he is finally out, squeezing Dorcas back. It has not been days, matter of fact, it has been a few hours.
As Barty hugs Dorcas, Marlene is too busy pouting at Barty getting out to notice that Pandora has leaned on the door, closing it on Dorcas and Barty.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO"