*Walden looks up and, after a long moment, greets Antonin with a curt nod. He likes the Dolohov boy more than most; he isn't quite as milky-soft as the rest of the men in this room, if men is even the proper word for some of them--although Walden will never be heard saying such a thing of those who are his clear social betters.
His mouth twists a bit as his eyes fall on the Mulciber boy, puffing away on that cigarette as if they were at a disco and not in the same room as the Dark Lord. It's almost maddening, and Walden is still craving a damn cigarette--more to distract himself from it than anything else, he tilts his head slightly to the side and keeps his voice low.*
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Date: 2011-04-21 02:47 am (UTC)His mouth twists a bit as his eyes fall on the Mulciber boy, puffing away on that cigarette as if they were at a disco and not in the same room as the Dark Lord. It's almost maddening, and Walden is still craving a damn cigarette--more to distract himself from it than anything else, he tilts his head slightly to the side and keeps his voice low.*
All right, Dolohov?