it was the middle of the night, you snuck of hogwarts you were dead if you got caught! But you snuck out to a lake somewhere in the forbidden forest, you had always loved to watch the moon and the stars and just doodle in your journal as you were walking up to the tree you always sat at you heard the flicking of a lighter, Someone else was there with you it was Barty... the light from the fire coming from the lighter shined on his face... he was smoking a blunt...