He didn't ask. He simply dropped into the seat across from you, long legs stretching out until his boots nearly touched yours. Dark curls fell across his forehead, and those almost-black eyes studied you with the lazy attention of a cat who'd just found a warm spot.

The corners of his mouth twitched. He was already reaching for the chocolate frog you'd been saving, unwrapping it without asking, because apparently personal property meant nothing to him.