The snow had made going anywhere outside of the castle difficult. Pandora typically liked to do things alone. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything. She just hated mooches. She had her own stash of things and since she came from money she felt that people took advantage of her access to contraband.
Pandora sat on her bed and pulled her papers and pot. There was nothing more relaxing than rolling a joint. She enjoyed the feel of the bud crumbling under her fingers. The perfect joint was smaller than a cigarette but thicker than a toothpick. She even enjoyed the honey sweet taste of the adhesive as she ran it across her tongue to seal the paper.
She examined her work before slipping her jacket on, the joint in her pocket and her snow boots on. Pandora strolled her way to her favorite spot in the forest and swore the entire way there. The snow clung to the legs of her pants and tried to creep into her boots. She tried to follow the steps people made as they made their way through the school grounds. The path became thicker to walk through the further she went until she was making her own path.
Pandora's spot was tucked away in the thickest part of the forest. A rock sat alone surrounded by birch and oak. It was beautiful solitude. Smoking trees with the trees, she thought. Pandora pulled her jacket down to try and keep her rear warm and dry as she sat on the rock.
She sparked up her joint and once she exhaled she could relax and bask in the warmth of the smoke.
