“It’s not a crime, but certainly frowned upon.” Another shrug, but this time Remus allowed a smile to bloom. “Again, you’re lucky it’s me; I’m not going to nag about the downfalls of smoking.”
He lifted his own shoulders in a shrug to mirror Remus’, smirk still intact. “Everyone has their vices. Smoking isn’t the worst of them all,” he said. “Do you smoke? Or do you have a worse vice?”


















