A/N: For Jilytober Fest 2022, microfic challenge, prompt: ash.
The dungeon corridor outside Slughorn's is icy. Goosebumps the size of snitches rise on her bare arms.
Snitches. God, she's spending too much time here, with him. Sometimes she thinks when she walks through the oak doors, she becomes someone else. A prefect. Not sixteen in a gutter with blistered feet and a boy with a record. She lights a cigarette.
"Evans." He joins her, he's dating someone inside. He lights his own. She flicks, and the ash falls at their feet, like they're growing out of it. She should be growing out of this. But –
"Come on." He's irresistible.
