@Nik

Gerry climbed into the tree, throwing her legs up on the branch and leaned back. She fiddled around with her lighter, trying to get it to light her cigarette. “Stupid thing,” she muttered to herself, blowing out a breath. She dropped it into her cloak and spun the cig between her fingers idly. 

@Nik

It was Hogsmeade weekend and with all the snow, she’d rather be in the castle taking a nap or something. Instead she got dragged here and then ditched in the middle of the snow by a fellow group of six years. She scowled, shoving her freezing hands into her cloak pocket and heading to the Three Broomsticks. 

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