He pulled a cigarette out of his case while waiting and lit it, inhaling a good does of smoke while she shuffled.

"How do you ever manage to finish your own work?" he asked as a swirl of exhaust climbed from his mouth for the trees. He grinned at her impressed. He trusted her enough that he didn't bother checking the homework beyond making sure that it was charms at the top. "You do beautiful work," he mentioned off-handedly. He'd shove the papers in his bag later. He was in the mood to enjoy his cigarette in the woods.