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I tried to stop smoking by telling myself I just didn't want to smoke, but I didn't believe myself.
Who: Daisy Hookerum & Barty Crouch, Jr.
What: Infuriation!
When: Dusk; 22 May, '79
Where: Hogwarts Grounds
Rating: TBD
Seeing as Barty didn't do homework, his evenings were generally very free. He usually spent the hours in the dark, dank corners of the Library - the Restricted Section - ruining his eyes on the tiny, intricate words of ancient books on curses or some such. Or he spent the time imbibing lung cancer - that is, smoking. (Cigarettes and otherwise.)
Like right now. Barty was taking a break from the Library. It was getting stuffy in there with all of the anal Fifth and Seventh Years who couldn't seem to let go of the fact that they'd probably fail their exams anyway. The Ravenclaw was sitting down by the Lake. He didn't bother with a chair or anything, but laid spead-eagle on the grass, a cigarette clenched between his teeth as he stared up at the amber sky. The sun was dropping below the horizon and night was poised for her take over.
It was a little chilly in the spring air, but Barty didn't mind. His mind was drifting contentedly and he thought of nothing.
Who: Daisy Hook
What: Infuriation!
When: Dusk; 22 May, '79
Where: Hogwarts Grounds
Rating: TBD
Seeing as Barty didn't do homework, his evenings were generally very free. He usually spent the hours in the dark, dank corners of the Library - the Restricted Section - ruining his eyes on the tiny, intricate words of ancient books on curses or some such. Or he spent the time imbibing lung cancer - that is, smoking. (Cigarettes and otherwise.)
Like right now. Barty was taking a break from the Library. It was getting stuffy in there with all of the anal Fifth and Seventh Years who couldn't seem to let go of the fact that they'd probably fail their exams anyway. The Ravenclaw was sitting down by the Lake. He didn't bother with a chair or anything, but laid spead-eagle on the grass, a cigarette clenched between his teeth as he stared up at the amber sky. The sun was dropping below the horizon and night was poised for her take over.
It was a little chilly in the spring air, but Barty didn't mind. His mind was drifting contentedly and he thought of nothing.