Who: TELLA What: stoned mirror talk. When: Friday night [backdated] Where: their respective rooms. Warnings: Stoned!Terrence ought to be good times.
Terrence had no fucking clue what time it was by the time he actually got to bed. He hadn't smoked much, but considering the fact that he'd never done it before - well, that and his personality, which was like some people on drugs all the time - it didn't take much for the drug to take effect. He had laughed hard, possibly harder than he had in his life, eaten a lot of really random weird shite that had seemed like a good idea to put together at the time, watched even weirder shite on the telly (Muggles, apparently, thought that magical creatures were called Pokemon, and should be stuffed in balls and sent out to fight battles), and gone down such strange trains of thought (why were they called trains of thought, anyway?) that he didn't even remember them all.
He flopped into bed, having momentarily forgotten his reason for coming in here, rather than staying out in the living room. Even though it was late, he hadn't actually been planning to go to sleep. Had he? No, he'd had another plan. Oh, right. The mirror.
It was around his neck, as usual. The idea for the mirrors was genius, really; he had connected his mirror to other halves for the three people he cared about most, and all he had to do was say their name to get the right person. "Ella," he said aloud, and then laughed because he was talking to a fucking inanimate object. Although... not the first time he had done that tonight, but it was still just as funny. Ha.