Cigarette taken away from the pureblood's lips, nostrils released smoke onto his surroundings ; silently, he observed for any source of amusement.

Sweat trickled down the pureblood's face as he continuously pulled his weight up, knuckles tightly gripping the bar to give himself leverage as he went on about the morning routine.

Leaning over the sink as he gazed into a mirror, fingers traced a new-found patch of rough skin. It didn't look too bad, hm?