"I didn't come here just to smoke though, did I? Besides, quality cigarettes are an experience; you don't just smoke them for the hell of it."

Not that his current experience was worth savouring, but he needed something to keep his hands busy. Something that wouldn't make Leon hit him in the face again.

And there was always the off chance that Leon might want a drag off it at some point. A long shot perhaps, but it was there.

"Why do you think I'm here to harass you? I was looking for a quiet place to read, like I told you. It's hardly my fault that you chose to bed down on it." To prove his point, Avery slipped his book out of his bag and put it on his knee, opening it at a random page. He curled his arm around his book to shield it from the other boy's view.

"Most, not all," Avery clarified. "And by purebloods I'm assuming you mean your mother's line. I don't recall any pureblood families with the name Shaw back in England. Bit of a half-breed, are you? It's funny, I never thought the Eytinges would allow someone to muddy up their waters."