╰┈➤ " 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 . . . " - 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭 :
The scents of tobacco and lavender perfume the air of the now-empty Thanatology classroom. It's the usual culprit, finally comfortable enough in his isolation to peel the soft suede gloves from his hands and remove the cigarette from between his lips. Irus discards them on the table-top, spreading out his grimoire as he exhales a lungful of herbal smoke. His shadow looks on with disappointment, flickering as it winds itself upwards to peer over his shoulder. "Where is it...?" He questions, muttering under his breath as he guides a blackened fingertip across its pages. The cigarette is placed back into his mouth as he turns the page, narrowing his eyes. His hands abandon the page to push hair back from his eyes, then return to tracing the text. "I swore that incantation was--" Startled from his focus, Irus turns to face the intruder. Steely eyes gauge the threat, picking over the newcomer with a mild look of annoyance. He exhales sharply through his nose, producing two more puffs of smoke. "What are you doing here?"