just the same old song and dance
"Aw, shit."
With a careless shove, Jugson rids himself of the body he'd been dragging across the room, careless as it falls to the floor with a horrible half-squelch, half-thud sound. He clearly cares more for the lighter he's dropped, a battered old silver Zippo that's now covered in blood though it's hard to tell if it's the blood on the ground or the blood on Jugson's hands. Crouching, Jugson examines the lighter, flicking it once, twice, and - once satisfied with it - a third time to light the cigarette he'd drawn out from his breast pocket.
He still hasn't finished arranging the bodies around in the room like Pyrites wanted him too, but surely even House Elves got their smoke breaks every now and then. Maybe.
With a careless shove, Jugson rids himself of the body he'd been dragging across the room, careless as it falls to the floor with a horrible half-squelch, half-thud sound. He clearly cares more for the lighter he's dropped, a battered old silver Zippo that's now covered in blood though it's hard to tell if it's the blood on the ground or the blood on Jugson's hands. Crouching, Jugson examines the lighter, flicking it once, twice, and - once satisfied with it - a third time to light the cigarette he'd drawn out from his breast pocket.
He still hasn't finished arranging the bodies around in the room like Pyrites wanted him too, but surely even House Elves got their smoke breaks every now and then. Maybe.