It's 7th year at Hogwarts, you and your other friends in Slytherin have broke curfew and were currently hanging on the roof of Astronomy tower, smoking this muggle thing called ‘weed’ that Enzo had brought.

Draco, Blaise and especially Enzo have gotten down how to smoke it but you were just a bit lost, like a lot.

Enzo placed the joint in between your lips and told you to inhale, as you held and exhaled he praised “Good boy~ .” Enzo ruffled his hair before sitting down again.