Earnest money in hand to pre-pay for the books Sullivan had managed to procure, Theodore carried a note of thanks that was also a small list of essentials and a kretek as well. If you could clear a path to the window, the Owlery was a reasonably private place in which to smoke without the paranoid urgency, so Theodore was at first glance disheartened to find another student inside.
He knew the hood, however, even before the face was turned toward him. "Hello," Theodore smiled, slipping the cigarette back into a pocket. She was, despite her friendship with Morag the Rulebender, a Prefect, after all.