"Yes, well, I just meant to have a cigarette, not lay in the snow, but here I am," Adam told her. "These boots did me dirty. So I thought I would just lay here. And enjoy the nice blue sky."
He flapped his hand again, before stubbing the butt of the cigarette out in the snow, then vanishing it. It was good to be all neat and tidy. "We are not going to have tutoring, Berg. I do not feel like having tutoring. I do not feel like doing much at all." He turns his head to look at her as she takes a seat on her coat. "I feel like laying here and existing. Because I am not a werewolf, but because I am something, and because I, somehow, mysteriously, have a one year old child. Do you have your own cigarettes, or do you, like so many of our dear colleagues, need to borrow from me?"
To be fair, that was once, it was Gerard, and it was during the whole debacle with the house elves.