Patrick knew Claire, but he couldn't exactly put a name to the other girl she was with. He recalled bits and pieces of her vague memories that seemed to have her face in it, perhaps seeing her in the corner of his eye in the Gryffindor common room during those rare times that he found himself there or perhaps seeing her raise her hand during class to relieve the rest of the class of an excruciating professor, but Patrick couldn't quite put a name to those vague, mundane experiences. Yet despite never having any memorable experiences with her, he took an instant disliking to the brunette's face. She looked like one of those girls. The pretty ones who hated him. Hell, she probably was one of those girls. So in his head, he created their history, filled out the words and taunts she probably would have said to him had they ever truly met before, and the thoughts she must be thinking about him now. He scoffed under his breath and turned his eyes to Claire. Wordlessly, he fished out another thin tube and chucked it in Claire's general direction.
"You owe me one." Cigarettes were getting harder to come by now that he lost his contact in Hogsmeade. He had stocked up for the rest of the year when he was out with his father some few weeks ago. "You two have a whole lot of balls to be coming out here right before the sun sets. All the corpses have been split open at night. But you didn't need me to tell you that."
Patrick walked past the threshold and meandered over toward one of the many windows that overlooked the campus grounds. The trail of smoke danced out of his cigarette as he walked, emanating a wispy trail between his index and middle fingers. He set his elbows on the ledge, staring off into the western distance. The sun was making its approach into the horizon, splitting the sky into a fantastic maze of oranges, reds, and yellows. He took another deep drag before exhaling a thick cloud into the chilly air.
"You know, when my mother was a fifth year at Hogwarts, the headmaster at the time was murdered right here. On these very floors." He seemed to speak more to the sky in front of him than to the girls behind him. "So this would be a very cliche place to murder the both of you."