After a long day of classes, Mattheo and you decided to sneak outside to relax by the Black Lake. It was already past curfew, and the grounds of Hogwarts were empty and dark.

The night sky was clear and filled with stars and the moon itself almost full. Small ripples of water from the lake could be heard, as Mattheo and you sat on the grass.

“Lemme roll them, then we can finally smoke ‘em.” Mattheo says, taking a bit of weed from a small bag that was lying on his jacket, which he sat on. He took the rolling paper and used his fingers to roll the joint skillfully.