SENSE AND SENSIBILITY

"See, I haven’t changed dress sizes."

"That's nice then."

Mundungus smiled at her agreeing to trip with him, and walked back to his spot to get his drugs excited. It was always great to let new people try his product, to bring in more customers. As he made his way back to the park, he saw the small crop of blond hair waiting at the end and he walked up to her. “I’m glad you actually showed.”

"Well, you know my. Reliable Sybill and all." She gave him a thumbs up, rolling back on her heels. "So uh, do we trip here? I'm not exactly familiar with the drug buizzness."

"I’ve spent many years dabbling and learning everything I can about drugs." He told her, as he began to smile. "Right- great. Meet me in the park by the three broomsticks tonight?"

"Curiosity is a beautiful thing. It’s what you call doing acid. It’s a muggle drug, but I’ve been able to tweak it into something even more beautiful. It opens your mind to every single thing in the world that your subconscious or society has told you not to think about. It makes everything you see move and dance and be beautiful. But if you say yes, I won’t charge you. I do sell it all, but no body should have to pay their first time. That just isn’t right.” 

"Wow, you're really deep when you're talking about drugs. You sound like my nan when talks about the inner eye, except they're two very different things. Well, if its free, ok. I'm in."