Her steps were slow and gentle on the floor, she got to where her sister sat on a short stool in the sitting room, facing the window. A small wooden stool sat in front of her and on the stool was a silver plate holding countless wraps of joint with remainers of it scattered all over the place.
With disgust visible on her face, Victoria watched Mirabel suck in a huge sum of the joint. As the sweet aroma swathed her, Mirabel breathed out a plume of smoke, watching it with a sly grin on her face as it swirled and dissipated into the air.
Victoria coughed out, taking a few steps back and brushing the air with her hands as if to stop the smoke from coming to her.
Mirabel turned to her, her face still holding the sly grin, "So, fill me in on what happened?" She mumbled,
Mirabel cleared her throat, "Caily passed out yesterday," She muttered,
