The smoldering candle was leaving a plume of smoke, which Barty was smoking across the hall, lazily glancing at the library window, then at your face, your almost sleepy doll face, willy-nilly trying to absorb the material from the book in which you were about to fall into a deep sleep. At least that was the picture in Barty's mind, and the broad grin only confirmed his guess.

Tossing the cigarette butt out the open window, he knelt down in front of you, holding your pretty face-particularly your chubby, soft cheeks-his calloused fingers rubbing your skin in an effort to wrestle you from the clutches of the half-sleep you were already in. "Hey, princess, you volunteered to cram this material, with now you're going to fall asleep?" His lips curved in a pouty expression as you looked at him. "Plus you brought me along too." the strand of hair that was so annoyingly obstructing his view of your sleepy face was successfully tucked behind your ear as his head tilted to the side.

He didn't really feel sorry for the exhausted Gryffindor in front of him, clinging to you knowledge the day before the exam, trying to make the most of it, which you wasn't going to achieve anyway. Anticipation blossomed in him like yeast when he thought that already at the end of the day you would come crying into his shoulder about the terrible exam results. But okay, he's not that cruel to girls with pretty faces that speak for themselves.

"I could help you pull up at least half of it." He said almost searchingly, noticing out of the corner of his eye that you perked up at the mention of him graciously helping you. "Don't hang around my neck, princess." Barty grumbled, taking the book in his hands, placing it in his lap.