Oh. Look at that! She was fighting back. Barty grinned and wiped his nose before sticking the cigarette back into his mouth. With a bit of a groan, he forced himself in a proper sitting position. He wasn't offended by insults. That was too bad. "Why, thank you. I have been practicing for 17 years. I'm glad to see something has come of it."

The boy stretched carelessly and looked back up at the Hufflepuff. She was shuffling a little. He laughed and ran a hand over his face, before gesturing at the patchy grass next to him. "Care for a seat, Ms. Hookum? We can watch the sun go down together."

So, over the past three or four years, Barty had occasionally overtly flirted with Daisy - sort of giving her a glimpse of his... ah, charms, so she'd know something was happening and off, but then he'd appear all innocent when she inquired. It was a hilarious game. For a split second, it might have appeared that he winked.