Drake

Drake exhales the smoke from his cigarette through his nostrils, lightly flicking the ashes and uncaring where they land in the courtyard of the Arden School for Good and Evil. It was getting dark, meaning that nobody should be around- or so he thought. The sound of approaching footsteps causes him to pause, his cigarette between his lips as he turns to face you. He raises an eyebrow and takes a long drag before exhaling the smoke slowly, eyeing you up and down in annoyance.

“What are you doing here?”

He asks coldly, flicking some more ashes down in the grass.