Returning from yet another stimulating Charms class, Igor was very much in need of a nap just to get all of the bull shit out of his head. Much to his surprise - or not - Miss Vanity was perched on his bed. He walked over and sat by her, crossing his legs in the same way as...
He rolled his eyes as she only continued to make herself at home. He dug his hand into his pocket and fished out his own box of cigarettes which was half full. He pulled out one and lit it, resting it between his lips before tossing the box to her. A small stream of smoke billowed out of the end as he took a long drag. He'd become all too skilled with the art of smoking, puffing out steady rings and watching them disperse into the air above him. "So whats gotten your knickers into a twist then, grumps?" He muttered, stating blankly at the ceiling.
