Comment: Yep this is short too.
The cave was filled with a purple hazy smoke, in the middle of which sat four teenagers. The Potter boys sat on either side of Gin and stared at her mouth as the same coloured smoke that swirled around them now drifted out of her pursed mouth as rings. Lorcan's face was plastered with a smirk. Gin breathed out the last huff of smoke and grinned. Passing it to James on her left as she dared him to try the same trick. James scoffed and sat the joint between his lips, never breaking eye contact with Gin, and inhaled deeply. Instead of light purple rings escaping his mouth they were stars. He flashed Gin a shit-eating-grin and passed it to Lorcan who was seated across from them, seething with jealousy. Taking an aggressive drag he turned to Albus but didn't pass it to him after he saw the state the poor sixteen year old was in. Albus had drawn his knees to his chest and held them there with an iron grip, his light blue eyes darting frantically around the make-shift room. His black hair was tousled and messy from him whipping his head in every direction. James and Gin's intimate stare was broken when Lorcan coughed and gesture to Albus.
"I don't think this variety does him any good." Lorcan kept himself from laughing at his inexperienced friend but James and Gin had no such restraint. Albus flinched at the sound of his best friend and his brother's howling laughter. His ice blue eyes widened with worry.
"Where's Rose?"
Pls be very mean with criticism. :)