16 year old you were standing in the astronomy tower after curfew, feeling the chilly night breeze blowing gently against your hair making it move a little. In your hand was a cigarette. You had been doing this for a long time, half the term probably. Just standing against the railing looking out over the Hogwarts ground, smoking. Until this night when the cold potions master caught you on one of his night shifts. “Miss, put that cigarette down immediately.” he said in his cold and strict tone he always used.