Hogwarts’ campus grounds are cold and quiet as you trudge toward the castle’s main entrance, starlight being the only illumination of the scene around you. McGonagall had stuck you with midnight patrol duties, again, and by the time you reach the inside of the school, your legs ache and you want to get to bed as soon as possible. As you walk further down the hall, however, a figure catches your eye. Evan Rosier stands alone, clad in patrol robes as well while he lights a cigarette. His eyes lift to yours, and before you know it, he’s pulled out a flask and holds it out invitingly. “Want a sip?”