"Jessica Runcorn is your sister," Jules said, nodding at her own conclusion. "She had her NEWTs when I was a second year, I believe. I didn't know her very well." She grinned. "That means she got to see you sorted in Slytherin?" Jules suspected that she had far more in common with Claire's sister than with Claire herself.
Feeling Claire lightly tease her wrist, Jules curled her fingers to drag her, perfectly painted and manicured, very short, fingernails lightly over Claire's palm. Leaning against the wall, she stood fairly close to Claire as they smoked.
"Sneak up here for one of these then?" she asked astutely, waving her lit clove around a bit to show exactly what she was speaking of.
Glancing over at her, she let the tension build as the silence was only broken by the sound of the whipping winds. Jules drew another little puff of the clove. This time, she watched Claire as she blew out the smoke.
Exhaling, she sent a stream of smoke to lightly mingle with Claire's smoke before the wind dissipated it.