"I must be crazy," Hermione muttered as she poured the white powder into the tube.

"It'll be alright, Hermione." Ron assured her. "And after this you'll be entitled to whatever opinions you want about Magic Mushrooms, because you'll be speaking from experience!"

"Um, Ron?" Harry asked cautiously. "How do we... like, do we smoke it or something?"

"Oh, no, you just put the end of your wand into the tube and say the words. Smoking is unhealthy."

Hermione laughed shrilly. "And I suppose having your insides splattered across the scenery is really healthy!"

"Calm down, Hermione!"

"Calm down?! They won't have to bury us; they can just redecorate over the top!!"

"Well, they might, if you don't calm down." Ron explained seriously.

"W-what?"

"You see, it's very dependent on your mental state at the time. That boy on the news? He'd just had an argument with his parents. If you're agitated it can overload your nervous system."

"Well of course I'm fucking agitated! They'll be able to bury me in a plastic bag!"

"Hermione - you swore!"

"Why do you think?"

"Look, just-" Ron sighed and performed a Calming Spell. Thankfully he'd mastered this since his last attempt in class, which had left Harry lethargic all through Potions and caused him to fall face-first into a cauldron of Stink Sap.

Hermione's face held a familiar blank look for a while, and then she shook her head and said "Okay, I'm ready!"