Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Andy felt in need of an evening of tv and munchies, surprisingly without an afternoon of smoking preceeding it. So he was sitting on the couch with a large array of candy and chips spread out around him, flipping through channels and looking for something that would hold his interest for more than few minutes.

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[weldedtomyspine]

"Not for me. I love the stuff."

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"What about other stuff?" Andy asked. "Like, say.... weed?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Not if I want to survive high school," Jaime snorted. "My dad would kill me. And my mom would do so much worse."

[noteviltwin.livejournal.com]

"The trick is to not get caught," Andy said.

Or to have a power that let you talk yourself out of situations when you did. Either or.

[weldedtomyspine]

"With my parents? I'd get caught." Jaime actually sounded sort of fond as he said it.