do not ask {phoebe}

Phoebe hugged her coat tight around her. It was prefect patrol time, and she didn't like it. It was too cold, and her boots were sticking in the grass and she was silently hoping and praying that if they were already wrecked, magic would be able to somehow fix them. That was a perk of being a witch, if one of your favourite things broke, it was just a case of muttering a simple spell and voila! No one would ever be able to tell the difference. Yes, there were most definitely a lot of things to love about magic. Speaking of, Phoebe tapped the pocked that her wand was stored in to ensure that it was still there and secure, should she need it. It was pretty dark out, but the moon made the night-time bearable.

The grass beneath her feet crunched as she placed her foot down again. Following this, Phoebe couldn't help but sigh as she pulled her heel out of the mud. These were not the best shoes for patrol, but Phoebe had hoped to talk a teacher into taking her outside shift and letting her patrol somewhere inside, in the warm. That hadn't quite gone to plan as the corresponding teacher that was patrolling the entrance hall tonight, was one that didn't seem to like Phoebe very much, and to be honest, her grudge was getting old. Phoebe couldn't even remember what she'd done to piss this teacher off so much, but there had to be something. As she trudged across the grass, she urged her mind to remember, but it came up a blank. Phoebs heaved another sigh, and instead turned her brain to more interesting things, like boys, and how she could help out her friend, Cassie.

Oh yes, Phoebe and Cassie and their group had plans. Big plans. Phoebe and Cassie and their little group, were going to attempt to become animagus, and Phoebe simply couldn't wait to have that ability. It all started when those stupid boys figured out that James Potter and his little group, had the ability to turn into animagus. Since then, the boys became infatuated with the idea, and when the girls clocked on to what the guys were trying to do, well, what else could they do but try and race the boys to it. They had to prove that they were smarter, faster and better in general, and what better way to go about it? The thought delighted Phoebe and brought a smile to her pretty face.

Phoebe was distracted from her thoughts, however, when she noticed a cloud of smoke in the distance. She couldn't quite make out who it was, and she watched the mystery person for a moment in an attempt to discover who they were. The cloud of smoke was odd, though, as at first Phoebe assumed it was just breath, but the smoke was too dense and unless this person was breathing heavily, there was no way there'd be that much. Phoebe heaved another sigh at her failure to figure out who this person was, and instead she chose to investigate further. She took out her wand, just in case, and headed toward the shadowy figure. The person must have heard her coming, as Phoebe watched him turn, and then heard her name spoken. It only took a minute for Phoebe to pin the voice to a person. It was Esryn Zabini. But he was... smoking?

That was weird; she never knew that he indulged in such a bad habit. She walked closer toward him before pausing at an acceptable distance and providing one of her perfect smiles back at him. "Well if it isn't Esryn Zabini. Bad habit for a bad boy?"