Before he heard a voice, Barty knew someone was approaching. The ground under his ears began ringing and thumping with the footsteps. And then there was someone speaking to him - a girl. Barty hadn't even noticed his eyes closing. Huh. He opened an eye and peered upwards. Oh.

"Avvy, Daisy," he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and tapping ashes of its end. The boy smiled at the Hufflepuff, but made no other movements to stand or anything else. He was comfortable on the ground. "No. I seem to have run out of victims for the moment."

There was a book in her hand. Barty eyed it and smiled. Daisy always - always - did her homework. She was such a good girl. "Working on your brown-nosing, I see."