(happening Friday night)(snupinyness.)

[young_sev]

Severus sat in the room, the one he'd come to think of as their room, much to the dismay of any digity he'd attempted to keep. He watched the smoke raise from his cigarette, cursing his weaknesses, then he flicked the butt out the window in disgust. "Fuck," he muttered, then leaned his head back again and closed his eyes, waiting.

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[howlsoftly]

Remus sniffed lightly as he walked in, locking and warding the door after himself. "Wish you wouldn't smoke," he muttered.

[young_sev]

Severus looked up. "Just put it out," he said, gesturing to the window.

[howlsoftly]

"It still smells like it, though. Here're your potions notes back," he said quietly, handing over the sheaf of parchment. "Thanks."

[young_sev]

Severus took the parchment and folded it, sticking it in his pocket. He then pulled his wand out and muttered a spell to get rid of the smokey smell. "Better?"