It was a Sunday night nearing the end of September. The glitter of the new school year had worn off, and underneath the shine sat homework, essays, and all the stresses of last year that took months to erase. It was no wonder Everett found himself absolutely burned out and dreading Monday morning's classes. Luckily, he had packed enough Gillyweed from this summer to get him through these tough days and weeks.

In that moment, Ev found himself lounging on a beanbag that had been transfigured from a regular chair, staring up at the ceiling. The room was hazy and the air held the smell of burning gillyweed. Along with a few other students, Everett broke out his stash, and they were all taking a breath of the stuff as a way to dull the pain of school and the unfair pressures pushing in on them. He had taken the first smoke over twenty minutes ago, and was feeling the soothing effects, and the relaxation spreading through his bones.

His head fell back, and his beanie tumbled off his head, taking a spot on the floor under his head. he blew out all the air in his lungs, resting his hands on his stomach. "Seriously though. How they expect us to know exactly what we want to do with the rest of our lives when we turn 17 is insane," he complained. The gillyweed had made its way around the circle back into his hands, in which he took a strong hit, and held it.

After passing the rolled leaf to the next in line, Ev blew out smoke rings towards the ceiling. "And some of the professors this year, I mean come on. That potions professor? Yeah, how about no?" He said. Everett then flipped over to his stomach, facing the group of similar young adults, resting his head onto someone's leg. "Seriously. If I need to write one more twelve incher for Storm, I'm going to Expelliarmus my head,"

It had been an average Sunday afternoon for Heliotrope LeJean. Meaning that for a majority of the day no one had a clue as to where she had been, for sure it wasn't focusing on her homework. And there was a strong likelihood she would turn up at dinner soaking wet and or with a freshly caught fish.

Surprisingly none of those applied today as she walked through the castle. What had previously been on her mind was something important to tell one of her roommates in Hufflepuff. Although looking for the study hall was soon forgotten when she picked up on a somewhat familiar sent.

It had to be, although there was an acrid scent to the flavor unlike her own memories of the plant in question. Heliotrope began to pace along the hall, trying to zero in on the source. Under her shirt her gills made reflexive spasms in time to her nostrils flaring in order to track the scent. There were also a few organs not found in the fully human that had their own palpitations. And to top that have with a mouth drying craving and the feeling like her hair was full of static electricity.

A multitude of senses told her this was the door and inside the foggy interior she found a clustered knot of students lounging on the floor. She didn't pay them much attention as much as the atmosphere, going slightly bug eyed and small mouthed as she preceded examine the room in more detail. Lifting the tops of spare desks moved off to the side, under discarded cushions and books, ever questing semi-oblivious to the talk of teens complaining about their least favorite things about the teachers.

Everett listened as some hufflepuff girl agreeed wtih him, and he sighed again, curling his face from her thigh. "Hey, who moved the chair," he said, noticing that there was more light coming in, and that some of the smoke was seeping out. He had gone through hell and high water to get this fort fortified the way it was, as a way to keep the smoke in and teachers out. Any idea of a breach would not be good. He'd need to act completely and utterly clean. Which, in his current state, would provide a bit of a challenge.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a small third year Hufflepuff standing and observing. At the first sight of the half-merfolk, he leapt up and towards her. "Oh, hey, hey, Helio," He said, putting an arm around her shoulders and trying to usher her away from the half smoked joint. Some of the other students looked over lazily, very few even vaguely worried about the second year, I mean, third year who was observing their current statuses.

Ev blinked several times, trying to get clearer vision as he leaned down to her height. "What are you, uh, doing here?" He asked kindly.

On the whole catching the second hand effect of some potion, plant (or in this circumstance 'drug' use) tended to vary from person to person. Doubly so for one's lineage that had a close tie to the substance in question. Indeed, Heliotrope's usual physiology was that of what the regular witch or wizard had after proper gillyweed consumption. So even the smallest of traces could have an effect on her. Gillywater, for example, was so diluted that ordering a glass at the Three Broomsticks was nothing but a herb-infused mineral water for the non-mermish. As for a half-selkie, well...

Even gillywater was becoming attractive, not that Heliotrope was getting thirsty but rather would appreciate a liquid medium to make breathing easier in the near future if she stayed in in this smokey environment.

Though her nook and desk searching had elected a response from one of the older students. Gryffindor, of what the increasingly wide eyed and tight lipped Heliotrope could tell from his colors, name escaping her. He ushered her to the side but not before she saw the focus of her almost possessed attention. The green bundled blunt that was the source of the smoke layered with that addictive scent.

You are burning it. Why are you burning it, would have been the verbal reply from Heliotrope as she was headed off. All she could manage as "Mwuah."