#tag time...

Another thing he liked was Sybill. He liked her big hoop earrings, her long flowy skirts, her mystic predictions, the day she told Sirius he was going to walk into something big in the future, and the fact that he'd hit a giant pole the other day while walking with Remus. He liked almost everything about her.

To be frank, nobody knew how the hell the two had come to be. How the two had even met. To be fair, it was really vague. The kooky, outsider, seer girl and the crazy rebel boy? Though, he would become the most perfect momma's boy if it meant more time by her side. She was the sun to his life, the yin to his yang, the…well, whatever other odd metaphor she could probably come up with. But, there was one main reason he loved her. It was because she noticed. Sybill would peek in the little cracks of everyone's lives. She would collect colourful paper clips in the halls and carefully insert them into his piercings. She'd verify shops pre-Barty visit. She would slide him her lecture notes if he'd skip, and she'd lend him a shoulder to rest on if a screaming match with his father got particularly rough.

Not like he didn't do anything for her, as he'd taken bruises, screaming, and much more for her. No one would hurt his girl, not on his watch. Looking at himself, he sounded so cliche, like the type of boy he'd have made fun of just a year ago. But he didn't truly care. The only girl he'd ever love was Sybill.

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Sybill was an odd girl. A "wears long skirts to gym class" kind of girl. A "collects little birds she finds on the street and nurses them back to health" kind of girl. A "little odd but you should totally give her a chance" kind of girl(Okay, the last one really hurt). But she'd learnt since she was 13 that if you're a little odd on the inside like she was, you couldn't shove that sort of thing down. It'd bubble up eventually after lots of pain from hiding it, so you might as well just let yourself exist.

Plus, she'd gotten far less mean looks since she started dating Barty. Obviously, that wasn't the only reason, but she found it rather rhapsodic and ecstatic how he'd given her a chance(And the blood on his face after fighting was always pretty hot).

She was really grateful they'd gotten together, really. She felt they complimented each other perfectly, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that don't belong anywhere on the puzzle. Perfectly weird, in her opinion. Others might call it odd, say she was too good for him or that he was too good for her, but all that mattered at the end of the day was the two of them. She wouldn't have it any other way.

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"Greetings and salutations, Bats." Sybill announced, sliding into the chair next to Barty in Charms class, a wiggling bulge in her pocket. Barty, noticing instantly, grinned, squeezing her hand.

"Hello, light of my life. How's the little guy in your pocket doing?" Barty asked, grinning as he gestured to the little wiggling form moving about in Sybill's hoodie pocket, happy as ever.

Sybill smiled guiltily, pulling a small mouse out of her pocket. "I found him on the way to school, and I couldn't just leave him! Bats, why don't we set up a little enclosure for him at home? It'd be perfect…we can add charms, and bottle caps, and windchimes, and-" Barty nodded along, giving her a quick kiss, interrupting her brain and shortcircuiting any chance of her finishing the sentence. "I think that sounds lovely."

She nodded happily, satisfied as she sat the mouse on the desk. The little rodent flicked its ears slightly, glancing intently up at the two, before jumping back down and climbing inside Sybill's pocket again. She giggled, glancing back up at Barty. "I'm naming the little guy Hubert, I think…he's so adorable." Barty smiled goodnaturedly at her statement, watching her in adoration as he commented with a smile "Damn, am I gonna have to compete with a mouse named Hubert for your attention?"

Sybill gave a knowing smile, shrugging.

"Maybe."

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The first time Barty asked Sybill - nervously - to attend a drag show with him, she had gladly accepted. She was on the outskirts of society, and so were many drag queens, so she'd worn her best kind-of-clubbing outfit and waited. And waited. At a certain point, she just didn't think he was going to come. She was starting to plan her talk with him later on how he can't just stand her up when the show began. And god, she was mystified.

Beautiful drag queens strutted up and down the aisles, shocking everyone. Sybill just dropped her muffin straight into her lap, all traces of blueberry joy forgotten as she stared at these beautiful drag queens in makeup, glam, and all. And that's when she saw Barty.

Introduced as a new drag queen, decked out in goth makeup, strutting down, was the drag queen form of Barty. But, as he strutted down the aisle, he met her eyes, a slight vulnerability there. But she didn't really care. She wasn't very much inclined towards disliking beautiful people, and Barty was a beautiful person, no matter the makeup, the fit, or the form. So she just smiled, clapping along and cheering like everyone else.

They completed each-other. Which was enough in her eyes, and she hoped it was just about enough in his. But, at the end of the day, they relaxed on the couch, Hubert in cupped hands, makeup half off, just two oddballs, perfectly together.