She watched Megan smoke, the movement of her cheeks and chest quite raptly. "Aunt Sophia's not the most conventional witch" She took the pipe back for a puff. "I think the point she was trying to make is that anyone who smokes too much stinks of it."
She leaned in and made a point of sniffing Megan's hair. "You, Ms Jones, do not stink at all and I have no criticisms to level at your lifestyle" Felicity offered the pipe back and reached for her notebook.
"I'm glad you approve of my vice. This is the first time I've gotten to share it socially, at school at least" Felicity took a moment to refresh her memory about the assignment.