Narcissa can't smoke at home any more, not with little Thea...she does outside, sometimes, but it's easier just to go elsewhere. This is why she's perched on the arm of a convenient nexus sofa, a lit cigarillo in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and real estate brochures in front of her
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But look! Possibly attractive company with alcohol, although he can't quite make out what she looks like. He takes out a cigarette of his own and pointedly ignores the fact that he has a wand and therefore fire. "Excuse me, darling, you couldn't spare a light for a nicotine deprived wretch, could you?"
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