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Apparating home after his meeting with Rodolphus, Miles' patronus disappeared, and he quickly moved to start a fire in the fireplace.  Though it was summertime, a fire was very much needed at the moment- even with the protection of his patronus, Miles couldn't quite seem to shake the bone-deep chill he felt.  Once the fire was lit and had reached a healthy glow, he crouched down in front of it, his hands palm-out toward it, as if he could summon the warmth directly into his body.  It wasn't working- at least, it wasn't working quite as quickly as he might have liked- and Miles frowned, finding his cigarettes in a pocket of his robes.  Though he normally liked to avoid smoking inside the flat if he could- if only out of courtesy for Kathryn- the idea of going up to the open-air roof was not very appealing at the moment.  Another charm lit his cigarette, and he took a long, slow drag- inhaling the warmth and soothing effects of it, finally.  Kathryn was likely home, he knew, and he had much to discuss with her, but for the moment he was content to sit close to the fire and simply savor being able to relax.