Enough for You

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This chapter contains mature themes: alcohol & substance use. readers discretion is advised.

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High Enough - K.Flay
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I STEP FOOT into the living room, letting the heavy velvet curtain sway out of my grasp and conceal the space shut once again.

Standing on a landing a few steps above the rest of the room, I take in my surroundings.

The long, high ceilinged room is filled with expensive lamps, skulls and the like, high backed chairs, and intricately carved walls that depict several different serpentine storylines. My hazel eyes roam around the room, constantly getting hit with beams and flashes from the bulbs placed in almost every corner to give the room a green tinge.

Sharply inhaling as my lungs become victims of second hand smoke, I look over to my right. Two forest green, velour armchairs facing each other with a glass coffee table placed directly in between catches my eye. Squinting to see the people occupying the seats, I recognize someone from the year above me, Marcus Flint the chaser of the Slytherin quidditch team. As well as the Selwyn twins, Sybil and Sadie, one sitting on the chair opposite to Flint and other other bent over the table using it as a rolling tray.

Making my way over to them first, I descend down the short landing, music booming in my ears as I crouch up behind his chair.

"Think you've had enough tonight Flint, why not share." I loudly whisper over the base in the room. Reaching over his shoulder I quickly snag the blunt before he's able to get it between his lips.

Lighting it with the tip of my wand he slyly remarks "Ah you think you don't have to pay for a hit Rowle?" as he adjusts his body in the chair to face me.

Taking a long pull, I inhale and hand the blunt back using my pointer and thumb to hold it steadily.

I blow the smoke back into his face with a smile before the twins break the silence

"What'd you think of that Sam, was it good shit or 'average' shit" Sybil shouts from the opposite chair, leaning back as she licks her own paper shut.

"Yeah, we tried to hybrid some plants in our greenhouse. Fluxweed and Asphodel..." Sadie joins in, throwing a few pre-rolled blunts into a baggie and stuffing it into her oversized leather jacket.

"Oh, so for all we know it could be poisonous and I'm like the test dummy?" I say cocking my head at them with my hands on my hips.

They all take a moment to look at each other before answering in a unified "Yes!"

A smile plastered on my face as I shake my head still staring at them in awe. "You did it to yourself love..." Marcus interjects as he swivels back around to face the twins and talk strategy about this years selling technique.

Flint and the Selwyn's and practically Slytherin's personal drug dealers, although they don't like to be referred to as that 'gives us awful rep' they always saw as a matter of factly. They just say they're selling "stimulants," they think they can get more galleons that way because it sounds more high-end. Even though they aren't the only dealers in school they are certainly the smartest. They know how to get, as the muggles say,  "more bang for your buck." I don't know what that means, but some of their shit is so strong you can black out for days at a time... never doing that again.

Even though most of our parents have enforced the standard 'muggles and mudbloods are the enemy!' and 'half-bloods are not to be trusted!' Most of us, including myself, don't resort to believing in that rubbish.... most of us.