A/N Ok this is being written at eleven o'clock so if it's insane than don't
blame me. I was just thinking like you know how Arthur Weasley has an
obsession with muggle things? What would happen if he discovered pot?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The Dangers of Smoking
Arthur Weasley was yet again fiddling with his muggle items (namely his plug collection) at his desk while he should've been working on the super secret important attack against Lord Voldie plans.
Amos Diggory sauntered in smelling strongly of something Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Wanna get high, Arthur?" He asked in a slow, stupid voice (this is what drugs do to you).
"What is this high, Amos? I haven't flown a broomstick in over ten years and if you're referring to my old car that flew if you remember my son and his stupid friend crashed it into the Whomping Willow." Arthur said in his normal voice (see no drugs=no idiot) although he was a bit angry with Amos for momentarily distracting him from his pride and joy (yes, I am talking about his plug collection).
"Broomstick? Flying car? Dude, I'm talking about, THIS!" Amos replied brandishing what resembled weeds wrapped in paper.
Arthur (with all his knowledge of muggles) recognized it immediately,
"Amos! Are those drugs? That must be pot! Gracious me I must take a look at that!" He said quickly, not at all thinking about the fact that his friend and co-worker was carrying illegal muggle "drugs".
"How 'bout a puff?" Amos asked eagerly.
"Sure why not? Just a puff…yes that'll do."
Arthur and Amos fumbled over the last he had. Finally Amos agreed to let Arthur have one puff (Arthur was paying him a lot).
"So I just put it in my mouth and suck in?" Arthur asked amazed, "Those muggles, what'll they think of next?" He added fondly.
"Yes…just stick it in and puff!" Amos urged him on.
Arthur did as he was told and felt an extremely nice floating sensation.
"Aaaahhh, that's the stuff!" He exclaimed stupidly.
~A few days later at the burrow~
"Arthur! What are you doing?" Molly Weasley exclaimed.
"N-n-nothing, Molly dear." He replied quickly stuffing the pot thingy (I don't know what you call them) in his pocket.
The End
A/N Weird huh? Well um please review. Oh, and this story is not trying to promote drugs, I am simply telling you that drugs are terrible and make you stupid. So um don't do drugs!!! And review!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The Dangers of Smoking
Arthur Weasley was yet again fiddling with his muggle items (namely his plug collection) at his desk while he should've been working on the super secret important attack against Lord Voldie plans.
Amos Diggory sauntered in smelling strongly of something Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Wanna get high, Arthur?" He asked in a slow, stupid voice (this is what drugs do to you).
"What is this high, Amos? I haven't flown a broomstick in over ten years and if you're referring to my old car that flew if you remember my son and his stupid friend crashed it into the Whomping Willow." Arthur said in his normal voice (see no drugs=no idiot) although he was a bit angry with Amos for momentarily distracting him from his pride and joy (yes, I am talking about his plug collection).
"Broomstick? Flying car? Dude, I'm talking about, THIS!" Amos replied brandishing what resembled weeds wrapped in paper.
Arthur (with all his knowledge of muggles) recognized it immediately,
"Amos! Are those drugs? That must be pot! Gracious me I must take a look at that!" He said quickly, not at all thinking about the fact that his friend and co-worker was carrying illegal muggle "drugs".
"How 'bout a puff?" Amos asked eagerly.
"Sure why not? Just a puff…yes that'll do."
Arthur and Amos fumbled over the last he had. Finally Amos agreed to let Arthur have one puff (Arthur was paying him a lot).
"So I just put it in my mouth and suck in?" Arthur asked amazed, "Those muggles, what'll they think of next?" He added fondly.
"Yes…just stick it in and puff!" Amos urged him on.
Arthur did as he was told and felt an extremely nice floating sensation.
"Aaaahhh, that's the stuff!" He exclaimed stupidly.
~A few days later at the burrow~
"Arthur! What are you doing?" Molly Weasley exclaimed.
"N-n-nothing, Molly dear." He replied quickly stuffing the pot thingy (I don't know what you call them) in his pocket.
The End
A/N Weird huh? Well um please review. Oh, and this story is not trying to promote drugs, I am simply telling you that drugs are terrible and make you stupid. So um don't do drugs!!! And review!!!