You are walking through the halls at night, even though it's past curfew. You notice he has a cigarette in his hand. We are not allowed to take drugs or alcohol at Hogwarts. But he didn't care. “What are you looking at?” He looked at you slyly. He put the cigarette to his lips and took a drag.

“Want to try, sweetheart?” He took the cigarette out of the cigarette again, blowing smoke out towards you. He then holds out a cigarette to you. The tip of the cigarette glowed red in the dim light.