“Rightly so.”

With a final amused snort, Basil let the topic drop. He hated thinking about society prospects, for himself or Nee. He missed the days when it was just the two of them roaming the halls of Hogwarts as students with no such expectations of social obligations. Everything had been easier then and he’d seen more of his friend. (Or friends, plural, he supposed; not that Basil had many more then than he did now). As was usual with alcohol, the mood suddenly swung again and Basil felt himself wistfully pout into his cigarette.

“I do miss this,” he admitted out loud. “It’s so strange still, how so very different our lives are than they used to be.” Despite my life feeling rather the same in so many other ways, he thought to himself. Basil tossed a crooked smile in his best friend’s direction and took another puff. He missed Nee so much sometimes, it was heartbreaking. Hogwarts was fine and dandy most days, but sometimes... he sighed a little to himself. "Perhaps we ought to head in though?" he offered, gently (unwillingly). He'd stolen quite enough of his friend's time and - though Basil could spend positively all evening out here until they were laying in the grass and staring up at the sky - he figured sooner or later Nee would be missed.

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