The balance of Mercury has shifted and the moons of Jupiter have aligned. The ritual must be complete or the heavens themselves will tremble in terrific violence. A terrible omen overshadowed their destinies.
"Ron, are you done stirring that potion yet?"
Ron's nod was literally absent of conscious thought. "Hermione, you gonna eat that?" He questioned the nothingness.
Harry ignored him. It wasn't lunchtime and he had more important things going on.
Harry dipped some of the vile concoction into a vial that is vital for vile chemicals that need to be vialed vitally...
That was when he heard it.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Harry's breathe caught in his throat. Surely he wouldn't...
He turned slowly towards his companion. Towards the noise...
Horror gripped his balls as he saw his dearest friend down that potion with reckless abandon. "No!" Harry yelled far too late. "You fool! That potion is connected to the fabric of human consciousness! It held the very concept of human emotion and our collective minds. Everyone, everywhere is connected to your stomach and soon most of it will be digested at which point the abstract notion of emotions will be extinguished forever!"
"You gonna eat that, Hermione?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. Lobotomizing Ron had been a no-brainer, but perhaps that was a decision made in haste.