Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt High.
Word-count: 100
Dean wasn't quite sure how he ended up at the party.
It was held in an old house. Absolutely crowded with young people.
Hell, he was old.
He squeezed through a hallway. The walls had holes, everything was dirty. Smell of smoke, a lot of people, food and vomits.
Dean sipped his orange-red drink. Felt quite uncomfortable.
He walked up a fourth stair. Didn't know at all what he was going to meet.
The room was empty, but a window was open. It leaded to a rooftop.
It was someone out there.
She turned around. "I'm high."
Little Rosie Weasley.