Cassius hasn't slept very well the night before, but that was really no surprise. He rarely managed a good night's sleep anymore, save for the few times he had been worn ragged by Lucius and slept comfortably next to another body. But now? Now he was just too busy. They all were.
And though perhaps it was completely hypocritical of him to care about catching mass murdering lunatics, especially when he had been the culprit to blow up the potions lab, he couldn't help himself wanting to do something half decent. Plus, Alecto Carrow and Lucian Bole disgusted him. They weren't even people, really. Just animals that needed to be put down. Hell, Greyback too. And he really was an animal.
So waking up in the early hours of the morning after another fitful night of tossing, he took a shower and readied himself for the day, deciding that maybe, just maybe, he needed that day off. Leaving the dungeons and exiting the school, the crisp air hitting his face certainly worked the remaining sleepiness out of his body. Taking a lungful he started to make his way towards Hogsmeade, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting up. It was a quiet morning, so when he saw a figure running in his direction he couldn't help but regard the approaching figure with mild curiosity. And as they came within view, he also couldn't help the small smirk that spread across his face, mostly because he recognized the other person.
"Marcus Flint," he managed in an amused tone of voice when he was within ear shot. "Sure you should be out running all by your lonesome? I'm sure some Death Eater would love to carve up that angular face of yours."