“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon-“ Marlene groaned as her lighter gave out on her - her cigarette hanging off her lips miserably. She looked around Hogsmeade, hoping for a little fire power. Even from a wand. “Ah, shit.”

Dorcas was in the Hog’s Head with James and his mates, and she was pretty much alone. She’d wanted to go out for a muggle cigarette that Remus had helpfully handed her.

Now : no fire, cigarette unlit, cold weather, and too proud to go back inside.