The smell of good food and cheap ale permeated the air. There was laughter, tables breaking, clashing of metal, and people shouting at each other. The...door creaked as you slowly pushed it open... No one noticed you. They were all busy with whatever they were doing.As you walked forward a dwarf ran past you and crashed into an orc. Based on their physical appearances, they've been fighting for a while. Though the dwarf is a lot smaller it looks like he's winning. There were many tables all. I guest simply by smell he asked was I smoking and I said yeah he said "alright, alright" before I set down I asked him did he want to hit the blunt and he yeah, I light the blunt back up take one good hit to make sure its hitting right and then pass it to him! We smoking and making small talk Nate smacks the blunt and says that's some good shit,,, in which I reply by saying " yeah it is but I get something a better",,, he say "Oh yeah" and I say yeah!!! He is setting on the bed and I am. Musgrave stood behind her boyfriend and placed the tube of gel and pack of plasters down on the sofa beside him. The young School Mistress opened the pack of wipes and removed a couple before snapping them closed and placing them down on the sofa. She smiled at Jessica, who was still so obviously masturbating Andrew before leaning over and beginning to rub the cool wipes over every inch of Andrew Halliday’s red and sore bottom and thighs. Once satisfied, she placed the used wipes on the coffee. . " the Fat Lady said, not attempting to contain her glee that Imogen had been left behind. Ignoring her, Imogenentered the Gryffindor common room. It was occupied by a few first and second-years, non-entities in the school pecking order. None dared to ask Imogen why she was not at Hogsmeade as she strode past them to the stairs to the girls' dormitories, for they were in awe of the upper-year students, and to them, Imogen was like a creature from another planet. She took the stairs two at a.