Even when Jack was clearly being sarcastic, the idea of her bowing to him filled Vito with a feeling of power and the man couldn’t help but grin. He held one of the cigars between his full lips and slipped his wand out of his pocket, holding it loosely in his right hand. He brought the tip of the slender piece of wood to the end of the cigar and lit it after muttering a common incantation for lighting things on fire- though he had used a much smaller version of what usually would have amounted in a forest fire.
Vito stashed his wand in his pocket and held the cigar a few inches before his lips, blowing a beautiful puff of gray smoke from his mouth after parting his lips slightly, tasting the nicotine on his tongue, feeling rather relieved as he did so; Vito could almost always be spotted with a cigarette or cigar rested in-between his index finger and his middle finger.
The fact that he could never die of lung cancer only made the situation that much more wonderful in Vito’s eyes.
“Off we go, then,” Vito said with a wink in Jack’s direction and began walking down the street, heading towards Knockturn Alley, where his club was located.
[Shall we continue this at Satin’s?]
by Vito Dee Symons Sun Jul 18, 2010 8:38 pm
