"Bloody 'ell," John grumbled under his breath, rubbing circles on his already reddened temple yet again. Of course his apprentice had chosen to mess around again when they were supposed to be focusing on perfecting the spell taught to them over a week ago. He was one hundred percent certain that this was the universe pulling a prank on him, the higher beings for some reason deciding that he hadn't suffered enough and sent him this new apprentice months ago.

"Don't. No. You can't do that spell yet, I already told you that! Knock it off-" He rushes over to swat a hand out of its conjuring placement like a cat about to knock a glass off the table, interrupting the bastardized incantation about to be spoken.

Thank goodness he did. Who knows what demonesque creature could've been conjured? He wouldn't admit it, but they had potential as a sorcerer. Even if it costs a few more bottles of whiskey in his system to get through it all, he grew a bit fond of them as if he were their eccentrically drunken uncle.

"Need a bevvy after this..." He muttered. Grabbing the cigarette kept tucked behind his ear, he lit and inhaled the relieving burn of nicotine in his lungs. He pats around on his person for the rest of the cigarette pack he only now realizes has gone missing from his pockets. "Where are the rest of my...?"

"The cheek on you, ay. How'd you even get that?" He points an accusatory finger, speaking with his one lit cigarette hanging from between his lips. "You're supposed to be practicing what I taught you. You don't even smoke either, Give 'em back-"