The skittles had their own little inside jokes and insults going at all times, mostly as a coping mechanism for their trauma (but they’d never admit that :p)
“Salazar, Barty, take that off— you look like your father.”
“Good job buddy, Walburga would be proud.”
“I’M DUMB?? ME?? WELL AT LEAST I DON’T GO WALKING AROUND WITH THE SAME HAIR AS ORION FUCKING BLACK!! Wait— wait no Reg I didn’t mean that—”
“Ahaha ohhhh is that what Mr. Rosier said?”
“Ew since when do you have specs, Cas?? You look like potty. Oh my goodness, okay, sorry Reg. You look like the loveliest man to walk the earth, my Jamie~~ FUCK, OW SORRY REG I TAKE IT BACK”
“Salazar, would you shut up?? You sound like Sirius.”
“Wow, you’re finally living up to Mr. Crouch’s expectations!!”
“Barty, if you continue acting like a fucking child I will replace you with Xenophillius. No— no— don’t challenge me Crouch, I will do it.”
“No, Ev we’re over. Reg is my new boyfriend. Wait— WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY AGREED TO BE EACH OTHERS BACK-UP-BOYFRIENDS?? WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?!”
“You’re starting to sound like my mom, shut it.”
“Well not all of us can find the Pandora to our Regulus. Some of us have to live with the Walburga to our Orion.”
“Woah, Cas, I can’t even see you when the lights go off! OW— OKAYYY NO RACIST JOKES. NOTED, MY GOD.”
“Ugh, I’m surrounded by spoiled rich kids.” (This is Dorcas’s go to.)
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