Concerning Smoking
"You know smoking is not good for you." A soft voice coming from behind told him.
"It's hard to care anymore." He answered without turning around. He drew the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs and for a short moment he didn't feel the pain of loss.
A dark figure sat down beside him on the stairs, dark hair and black clothes. Silver rings on white hands and somewhere behind all that hair eyes glittered like ice on a sunny day.
The smoke ringled beautifully white towards the jet-black sky in the still night air.
A cold hand closed around his even colder one, fingers laced.
"Have you been sitting here long?"
"I don't know, have anyone noticed?"
"They're all too drunk to notice anything." Probably true. "Will you come inside with me? I don't want you to catch your death out here, it's freezing." Probably true that too, but he didn't feel it. He was numb from having sat there too long.
"Alright." He threw the cigarette butt to the ground, didn't bother to put it out, the smoke was beautiful.
The only person who saw the two boys go inside was standing just a few meters away. No one had noticed him though, he was good at hiding. He had gone out to smoke earlier, but had been too curious to go inside again when he had seen Harry Potter come out the door, lighting a cigarette none the less. And then there was the matter of holding hands. Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini indeed.
Severus was intrigued.
Fin.
"You know smoking is not good for you." A soft voice coming from behind told him.
"It's hard to care anymore." He answered without turning around. He drew the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs and for a short moment he didn't feel the pain of loss.
A dark figure sat down beside him on the stairs, dark hair and black clothes. Silver rings on white hands and somewhere behind all that hair eyes glittered like ice on a sunny day.
The smoke ringled beautifully white towards the jet-black sky in the still night air.
A cold hand closed around his even colder one, fingers laced.
"Have you been sitting here long?"
"I don't know, have anyone noticed?"
"They're all too drunk to notice anything." Probably true. "Will you come inside with me? I don't want you to catch your death out here, it's freezing." Probably true that too, but he didn't feel it. He was numb from having sat there too long.
"Alright." He threw the cigarette butt to the ground, didn't bother to put it out, the smoke was beautiful.
The only person who saw the two boys go inside was standing just a few meters away. No one had noticed him though, he was good at hiding. He had gone out to smoke earlier, but had been too curious to go inside again when he had seen Harry Potter come out the door, lighting a cigarette none the less. And then there was the matter of holding hands. Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini indeed.
Severus was intrigued.
Fin.