Devon had never imagined herself smoking a joint. She'd imagined herself smoking cigarettes, though she'd never actually tried because, as classy as a girl looked with a cigarette between her fingers, the stuff still smelled awful and her lungs could barely manage when someone else was smoking, let alone if the smoke were to be pouring directly into her lungs! She'd imagined herself drinking, only because it seemed like fun – everyone seemed to think so – and because she imagined that one day she'd like to go to lots of parties involving cocktails in charming glasses and lots of uninhibited conversation. There had never been pot in any of her wild fantasies, however. She supposed that, if she were in charge and had to choose just one thing to smoke, she would also choose cigarettes, only because they were so sleek and thin and clean and a bit genteel. Pot had never seen that way to her. That didn't mean she wasn't interested, though. She was quite interested, in fact – mostly because she knew next to nothing about the stuff.

She accepted the joint, her typical Devon grin on her face. She examined it a moment, clearly amused at the promised surprise. “Alright, darling,” she said with a sigh, her voice full of amusement, “I may be on top of things most of the time, but you're going to have to tell me what to do,” she laughed, not ashamed to be a novice at this particular activity. She'd watched people smoke cigarettes before, but she couldn't even guess at that procedure, let alone this one. “Do I just-” she asked, holding it up, “No, no. You're going to have to show me again,” she laughed, handing it back to him, her nose wrinkling.

She couldn't help but to giggle... and keep giggling. This was so absurd – so far from her regular comfort zone that she didn't know what to do besides laugh. She was drinking and smoking while out after curfew! She just handed Teddy a joint while wearing her prefects badge! It was actually ridiculous. She snorted, sighed, looked at Teddy, and then tried to staunch her grin – it was impossible. “Oh, Teddy,” she muttered, shaking her head just slightly. “You're a good boy, aren't you?” she asked him. “Do you really think we should keep this up, dear? As fun as it is, it just seems a bit...” she floundered, “you know.”