Jake waved his wand and Regulus' cloak went off the chair and onto a cloak stand gently. He smiled at Regulus. "Wouldn't want it to get wrinkled," he explained as the other wizard looked around. "It's not as fancy as what you're used to at the Malfoy Manor but it's home," Jake said, proud of his flat. He had decorated it himself - every piece of furniture picked out, the carpeting and the fixtures.
"No, I didn't care. I've always had the attitude to please yourself than to please others, but that's just me," he explained, taking out his cigarette case and flipping it open. "You'd be surprised how many Healers and mediwitches smoke," Jake said, sticking a fag in his mouth.
He then smirked, offering Regulus the open case so the man could take one. "No, I would imagine not," he murmured, then sat down on the sofa and the end of his cigarette ignited when he cast the spell in his mind.
"Gods, I never thought my arse would be the same. Someone should warn people about those seats for a five and a half hour long opera," Jake said, dragging on his cigarette. "On the whole, it was okay. Too much lamenting and hand wringing for my tastes though."