“Hey, kid.”

Mundungus mumbles as he hears the front door to the Burrow shut behind him, fidgeting with a lighter. It was pretty easy to guess who it'd be, you were practically the only one to be awake at this time, and even when there were other people up, you were the only one to ever join him outside, or just outside on your own. You hadn't been outside with him in a bit, though. The thought suddenly made him frown slightly, but his pushed the thought away, rifling through his pockets to find a pack. As he felt around for a moment, he sighed, gripping the railing to pull himself to a stand from his seat on the steps, but he paused when you pull out one of your own, tilting it to a side in a silent offering. He stared at it for a moment before plucking a cigarette from the pack, lighting it with the lighter he was fidgeting with earlier

“Thanks...?”

He said hesitantly, taking a drag from it and leaning back onto the step behind him. After you lit one of your own, the two of you sat in silence. It was nice, no sound aside from the occasional animal sounds or noise from the house. Though, him being him, spoke up, but didn't look at you, opting to continue looking at the Burrow's front yard

“Where'd you pick up smoking, anyway, kid? Last time I checked you didn't smoke.”

He hummed, exhaling some smoke out

“It's bad for you, y'know? Damages the lunges.”