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[rileymcgranahan]

Date/Time: Saturday, May 13th, about 3 PM
Location: The Lake
Open To: Professor Delame
Currently Involving: Riley
Warnings: None.

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[corps_et_ame]

Michel, on the other hand, was in a rather good mood, if entirely confused. It had, in theory, all been sorted out this morning, but he knew they'd both be thinking about what it might actually mean for so much longer. He thought the best way to think this out in a calm, relaxed manner, because he was, was to get a book, a cigarette and head down to the lake. It was, after all, where he'd spent a lot of his time as a student, enthused with history.

He grabbed the nearest book, a tatty old piece literature for a change; The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol, which wasn't nearly as boring as the title suggests. He crammed his brand new pack of cigarettes in his pocket and set off down to the lake. When he was a fair enough distance from the castle, he balanced one between his lips and lit it

[rileymcgranahan]

Riley looked up when she heard someone speaking to her. Well, if it wasn't the aforementioned generous professor. She smiled up at him. "If something's wrong because I'm smoking, then the same goes for you," she teased, finding that the easiest way to keep him from prying. They were her problems, not his, so why should she dump them on him

[corps_et_ame]

He smirked and leant against the tree, taking another drag, "Or, I'm just smoking because I'm addicted." Michel wouldn't admit it was because he needed to think, or because he was avoiding another of his addictions. "You, on the other hand, are smoking nervously." It seemed rather obvious to him, as he'd spent a good proportion of his life smoking himself or watching other people smoking.

He wasn't about to press the issue anyway. He didn't want to bother her particularly. Instead he put his cigarette between his lips for a second and showed her the front of the book, mumbling whilst keeping the cigarette balanced, "The Overcoat, Gogol."

[rileymcgranahan]

She shrugged and looked out across the lake. "I've nothing to be nervous about really. I mean, one or two things yeah, but nothing out of the ordinary for a student at Hogwarts." Which...wasn't necessarily a lie, as she was sure there were several other students who were in worse shape than she was, but it wasn't the whole truth either. What was she going to tell him, that she was planning on leaving home and disappearing in the middle of these incredibly dangerous times