Prompt: grass
She was floating. That was nothing unusual; she was a witch, after all. This floating, though, had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the pipe Dung had just handed over.
"I'm pretty sure they'll boot me from the Corps if they find out about this," Tonks giggled.
Dung waved a hand in the air. "So don't tell 'em then. Anyway, s'not like they'd object to you cheerin' up. You been walking 'round like a ghost fer weeks."
"I miss him, Dung. I miss both of them."
"I know, luv. Now, take another hit; forget yer troubles."