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Barty Crouch Jr. strolls between the buildings of the Hogwarts grounds. Hands tucked behind his head, he whistles casually. No destination in mind really. Just waiting for Evan to get out of detentions so they can wreck havoc on a beautiful April afternoon such as this. All the sunshine and gentle breezes couldn’t be wasted by peace now could it? Barty hears a lighter click and a spark blaze to life from just around the corner of the campus church. His eyebrows raise in suspicion. Is Evan back there smoking without me?? The audacity of that boy I swear to god.
Rounding the bend. Barty sees a shock of bright red hair leaning against the brick building. Freckled cheeks raised towards the sky as Lily Evans drags a deep inhale of her cigarette and expertly blows it back out in one long plume of grey smoke. Eyes closed. The picture of relaxation.
“Evans!?” Barty finally bursts out.
Lily’s eyes snap open wide at him in panic. Her mouth opens and closes, with no sound coming out. A flush creeps up her neck. She looks between the boy in front of her and the still burning cigarette nestled between her fingers. Finally she seems to remember the model student she’s supposed to be and promptly grinds out her cigarette into the grass with her shoe.
“Lily Prissy Prefect Evans smoking behind the church?” Barty smirks before she can walk away. “I never would have guessed.”
Lily turns back to him, real panic in her eyes now “You cannot tell anyone Barty Crouch” her voice shakes just a little but remains firm. She points a threatening finger at him “I mean it.”
Barty holds his hands up in surrender “Don’t worry about me, I’m certainly not one to judge. Here don’t let me waste a perfectly good fag.” Withdrawing a replacement he holds it out to her.
Lily lowers her finger and looks between Barty’s face and his offering. The initial panic softens and she takes the cigarette from him slowly. Moving back to her place leaning against the wall she takes her zippo lighter from where she hurriedly stashed it in her pocket. Sparking up a flame she holds the blazing lighter out to him. A silent invitation. Barty smirks again and takes out another cigarette from his carton and holds the end to her flame. Bringing it to his lips he leans against the wall next to her.
“Clearly there are things I don’t know about you Evans.” He says after a moment.
Lily takes another drag. Blowing out the smoke in practice ringlets. “Clearly there are things I don't know about you either Crouch.”