Tig was perplexed by his comment on his relationship with Tiberius but not enough to bother inquiring further. What perplexed her more was why he was being so amiable. She had more important and pressing matters to contemplate for now, however, such as how to smoke a cigarette and not look like a complete amateur.

She raised the cigarette, eyeing it dubiously, and stole a sideways glance in his direction to see what he was doing. "There's worse things to have forced upon you than birthday parties," she muttered absently. Deciding it would probably be instinctive - and really, how hard could it be? - Tig stopped dithering and put the cigarette in her mouth. The idea was to suck on it and then expel the smoke, wasn't it? It seemed a bit pointless unless she was missing a step. What was the point of taking it in if you were just going to immediately blow it out again? There was only one way to find out. She inhaled sharply and immediately regretted it. Why did people do it and how was he not choking up his lungs? Tig didn't think she could let the smoke out without coughing and she could tell if she coughed it wouldn't be a dainty, throat-clearing sort of cough. Were her eyes watering yet?

Unable to keep it in any longer, she let it out twice as fast as she'd brought it in and couldn't hold back the hacking cough that followed it. How was it she could pull off animagus transfiguration but she couldn't do something as simply as smoke?

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