Things at Hogwarts seemed to have quieted down a little in the last week. Apparently the 'Holiday Season' madness was over. Even so, habit had brought Sanzo to a vacant classroom in an isolated part of the castle so he could get some reading done
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He glanced at Hakkai, then back at the cigarette as he tapped it on the edge of the ashtray. "It was something the old High Priest said. Some pseudo-mystical bullshit about lives and smoke and karma." Sanzo took a careful drag, and there was a hint of a smile on his face at the thought of the old man. "That was what started it anyway, that and him giving me his pack of cigarettes." He continued hesitantly, trying to find the words to describe that time. "It was... I wasn't in the greatest shape when I got to Keiun. Those four years..." He trailed off, unwilling to go into detail. "I guess smoking became a way to slow my mind down, make it stop racing in circles, almost like a kind of meditation." Sanzo shrugged and put out the cigarette. "What about you? Ever try it?" he asked Hakkai.
"Shields. Good idea. We should look those up too." Sanzo's eyes were alight with amusement, although he still wasn't quite smiling. "After all, someone has to keep an eye on them and be ready to reverse the damage if something goes wrong. It's just a safety precaution," he added, deadpan enough to rival Hakkai.
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