Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan stamped out his cigarette and pulled another from the box. He frowned. He pushed it back in again.
He looked sideways at Loras. The tip of his finely carved nose stuck out from the hood, along with a few strands of golden hair. They hadn't said much to one another yet, other than acknowledge the other's presence every so often. He also glanced sideways at James Potter, who seemed to be tolerating the situation just about as well. And then there was the fourth fellow, the one who had arrived with Loras. The opportunity for a good joke at that hadn't even crossed Obi-Wan's mind. That was the state of his mind.
Every time a motorcycle passed, his eyes searched the road for Kitty. Despite everything he'd said, he was glad he hadn't been able to talk her out of coming.
At length, he did turn to Loras. The box of cigarettes, he had crushed that in his hand. "We should probably go over and warm up."