I'm broke, I can't afford a slice of pizza practically. Now, if HP belonged to me, I could very well afford a slice of pizza, heck, I could afford the whole pie! Well, you get the idea
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"Ugh! You people give Halloween a bad name!!!!" Andrea was utterly frustrated with the entire English Halloween concept.
"This sucks! Halloween's like my favorite holiday, and this year, I'm stuck here doing nothing!"
"What about the feast? That's always good," Ron tried to cheer her up.
"Do you even know what muggles in America do on Halloween?"
"Er, well, no, but..." Andrea cut Ron off.
"You dress up in costumes, go from door to door, and get free candy just for saying trick or treat."
"Aren't you a little old for that?" said Hermione.
"When are you too old for free candy?" Andie protested. "And that's not even the best part… like Halloween parties and renting scary movies, and Haunted houses... besides," Andy noted the look on Hermione's face, "the costumes get better the older you get, me and my friends where gonna be playboy bunnies this year." Ron suddenly stopped walking,
"I think this is my favorite holiday too." Hermione gave Ron a smack on the side of his head and continued on to the great hall.
"So, where's everyone going for Christmas break?" Andy asked.
"Home," said Hermione.
"Home," repeated Ron.
"Here," Harry sighed.
"You're not going home?" Andy asked.
"I'd rather have every appendage ripped from my body one by one, starting with the smallest," Harry sat down slowly at the Gryffindor table.
"I'd take that as a no," she sat down across from him, "I'm staying here, it would be too much trouble to go back home. But..." she stopped herself then and changed the subject, "Are you all going to Hogsmeade next weekend?"
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When Harry got down stairs that morning, Andrea was already gone, with Malfoy presumably. Harry didn't bother to wait for Hermione or Ron today; he wasn't in the mood. He just showed his permission slip to Filch and made his way to Hogsmeade. On his way there he saw Cho ahead of him. Something was so different all of a sudden… She was still attractive, no doubt about that, but Harry didn't have the same fascination with her. When he looked at her, he just saw a pretty girl, that was all.
"Hi Harry," a soft voice shook him out of his daze. He looked up to see Cho looking at him. "Oh, hello."
"I haven't seen you around too much this year."
"No, I guess you haven't," he tried to walk past her.
"How've you been?"
"Fine, I guess."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll see you then."
Harry didn't bother to say anything in return, he just kept walking, hands stuffed in his pockets. As Harry turned into Hogsmeade, he immediately found who he was looking for, though now he wished he hadn't. Andie was there, Malfoy saying something to her, standing a bit closer than he would have liked. With that, Harry quickly turned into The Three Broomsticks. He wasn't sure why, but he felt as though he shouldn't have been there. After drinking down a few butter beers (adding some of his own vodka to it) Hermione and Ron finally found him there.
"Hello!" Ron swung himself into the seat next to Harry's.
"Hello," Harry, closed his flask and stuck it back in his inside pocket.
"You really shouldn't drink that," Hermione sank into the chair on his other side.
"Stuff it"
"Nice mood you're in," Hermione waved for a drink.
"Sorry, I'm just not having a good day I guess."
"Got up on the wrong side of the bed, eh?" Ron laughed, but abruptly stopped after seeing the way Harry was looking at him. "Right then… d'you know what I just saw?"
"Malfoy walking with Andy?" Harry said morbidly.
"Er, no..." Ron began.
"Thank god then."
"...Actually, he was snogging her… behind Zonko's"
"Fuck it…" Harry muttered, bursting out the door. He walked to the end of the road to Zonko's. There, right where Ron had said, were Malfoy and Andrea. Harry leaned against the wall and took one burning, comforting swallow of vodka. It was like a car crash, he didn't want to look, but he couldn't help it. He stayed there, taking the occasional swig of liquor, until he became rather woozy and stumbled back to find Ron and Hermione. They had to help him most of the way back to Hogwarts.
"I told you not to drink that stuff," Hermione shifted under his weight.
"Stuff it,"
