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The person who sold Delphi her first weed — and kindly explained the different strains they had — was
beautiful.
Their hair was bubblegum pink and the joy in their eyes was infectious
In the following days, Delphi offered all her friends to get them their pot, seeking any excuse to enter the shop until Tonks told her that they had to stop selling to her.
The announcement was followed by a wink and the words "but you're welcome to hang around if you want. I'm off soon, if it's not
really
the drugs you're after."
Delphi had never felt so high.