Ashley continued to observe the fire crabs until Barty threw his arm around her shoulders. Bewildered, she turned towards him, only to be met with a strangely warm smile. She slowly faced Rabastan, wanting to ask what in Merlin’s name was wrong with his best friend, but he was wearing a similar expression. He even reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. He and Barty could be so handsy at times, but not disrespectfully so. Ashley had yet to sense vile intentions from them so she never really stopped them. In hindsight, she probably should have, if only to have evaded the anger of a certain werewolf.