"I'm not sure perfect is really the word I'd use," Tatum replied, head shaking. "Anybody who works on their own car always have those really rough hands.. like, working hands.. no thanks. Going from soft girl hands to that, I'd probably drop dead," she explained, placing the joint between her lips and reaching for her wand.

Casting a few quick charms on the room to keep the smell and such to a minimum, she lit up and took a deep inhale, exhaling bright red smoke a few seconds later. "How cool is that? I learned that in charms.. well, sort of. I modified it a bit."

Listening as Sera rambled on, Tatum nodded a little but stayed reclined in her chair, feet up on the edge of the desk now. "You know, I think I see your plan now.. you thought I was going and you were going to tag along with me? What if I had plans or something?" she suggested idly, raising an eyebrow. "Anyway, I'm not going. You can take those shoes off and stay here and get stoned with me instead," she offered, leaning forward just a bit to hold out the joint.