Suddenly Harry stumbled into the kitchen, the painting sliding shut behind him. Ron watched him, shaking his head. 'Bloody drunk..' He thought.
"Ron! Ron.." He said, stumbling towards him. Harry sat on a stool beside him, leaning very closely to Ron. Ron had to shove him away a bit to prevent Harry from losing his balance. "What is it?" Ron asked.
"You're missing Divinations.." Harry said. Divinations was Ron's favorite, so this was probably the first important thing Harry had said in weeks. Ron had great interest in anything that had to do with the supernatural. Ron stood up from his stool. Luckily he already had his bookbag slung around his shoulder. "Harry, where's your books?" He asked.
"What? Oh.. Sold 'em for some vodka.. It's german or something. Real fancy. You want some?" Harry said.
"No, no. I've got an extra Div book. You can borrow that." Ron sighed. "I'll give it to you when we get to class. But first I gotta take Trin back to the common room."
Harry nodded and started toward the door. Ron looked at Trini. "Trin? Up and adam." Trin hissed and finished her last slab of meat, hurrying to her feet. Her claws scratched the floor as she caught up with the two. They all headed out of the kitchen, the painting sliding shut behind them.
5 minutes later
After dropping Trini off at the Slytherin common room, Harry and Ron headed up the spiraling staircase to Divinations. Ron looked at Harry.
"Harry, how did you get down the hall without passing out?" Ron said. Harry now had his arm slung around Ron's shoulders and was leaning more than half of his weight on him.
"Some gum your brothers sold me.. They said it also prevents hangovers. I got a box full." Harry said. Ron had to admit that he looked a little sedated.
"Harry, don't buy from them! They sell nothing but drugs. Don't you ever ask yourself why Hermione is always looking for them?" Ron said. He began to wonder how drugs had helped Harry down the hall.. He also wondered how many brain cells he had lost. Guessing by how many martinis Ron knew Harry had guzzled, a little more than 30.
In seconds they were striding into the Divinations classroom. Mr.. Or Ms. Trelawney was standing before the chalkboard, oblivious to his masculinity. You see, Mr.. or Ms. Trelawny is a man in drag. His real name is Silas Trelawney, not Sybil. Sybil was his old girlfriend's name. His obsession over her died when she dumped him, leaving him with depression. His depression lead to confusion in his masculinity, when he realized he looked good in a dress. The class generally liked him. He was a nice guy, just the makeup and the dress was distracting. He would
Anyways, "Sybil" hadn't his glasses, so he hadn't noticed Harry and Ron come in. Even if he did, he would be too occupied with adjusting his strangely pointy breasts (actually cone-shaped cups from the teacher's lounge stuffed into his dress).
"Take out your tea cups and tea leaves. Like before, mash them into your cup until they are like fluid." He said in his low, middle-aged voice. He began to wipe away some running mascara while he waited patiently.
It took a few minutes for the class to mash their leaves into the bowl. Ron was done in a flash, and Harry was.. Well, Harry was busy drinking. With a nudge from Ron, Harry followed Silas's instructions. Silas walked casually toward Ron and Harry, his dress swinging at his heels with a slight jingle from his bell-adorned scarf. "Let me take a look at your's, Harry."
Harry stared, horrified. He began to cover up his crotch. "No, Harry. He means your tea leaves." Ron whispered. Harry blinked. "My what?!" He whispered back. "Just give him the cup." Ron said. Harry obliged and gave Silas his tea cup. Silas inspected it, suddenly gasping. The class gasped with him.
"Dear god.." Silas whispered. "What? What is it?" Ron said. Harry grabbed the cup from him, suddenly realizing what Silas meant. He studied a smudged picture of a group of people holding hands, above the Friends logo. "What does it mean?" Ron asked.
"Oh.. Friends.. I don't understand. Possibly they've been kidnapped, on account of that gun and bondage in the lower right." Silas said. Ron leaned over and noticed a smudged depiction of someone blindfolded with a gun at their side.
"I see." Ron said. "And there's a symbol for weed... What does that mean?" Ron continued and paused.
"Hermione." Harry said instantly.
"Friends? Hermione? Kidnapped?" Ron asked. "What does it all mean?"
Silas stared at him for what seemed like forever. "Have you been catching a wiff of what Hermione's got?" He asked.
"No.." Ron said, confused.
"Hermione and the cast of Friends will be kidnapped!" Silas exclaimed.
"Ron! Ron.." He said, stumbling towards him. Harry sat on a stool beside him, leaning very closely to Ron. Ron had to shove him away a bit to prevent Harry from losing his balance. "What is it?" Ron asked.
"You're missing Divinations.." Harry said. Divinations was Ron's favorite, so this was probably the first important thing Harry had said in weeks. Ron had great interest in anything that had to do with the supernatural. Ron stood up from his stool. Luckily he already had his bookbag slung around his shoulder. "Harry, where's your books?" He asked.
"What? Oh.. Sold 'em for some vodka.. It's german or something. Real fancy. You want some?" Harry said.
"No, no. I've got an extra Div book. You can borrow that." Ron sighed. "I'll give it to you when we get to class. But first I gotta take Trin back to the common room."
Harry nodded and started toward the door. Ron looked at Trini. "Trin? Up and adam." Trin hissed and finished her last slab of meat, hurrying to her feet. Her claws scratched the floor as she caught up with the two. They all headed out of the kitchen, the painting sliding shut behind them.
5 minutes later
After dropping Trini off at the Slytherin common room, Harry and Ron headed up the spiraling staircase to Divinations. Ron looked at Harry.
"Harry, how did you get down the hall without passing out?" Ron said. Harry now had his arm slung around Ron's shoulders and was leaning more than half of his weight on him.
"Some gum your brothers sold me.. They said it also prevents hangovers. I got a box full." Harry said. Ron had to admit that he looked a little sedated.
"Harry, don't buy from them! They sell nothing but drugs. Don't you ever ask yourself why Hermione is always looking for them?" Ron said. He began to wonder how drugs had helped Harry down the hall.. He also wondered how many brain cells he had lost. Guessing by how many martinis Ron knew Harry had guzzled, a little more than 30.
In seconds they were striding into the Divinations classroom. Mr.. Or Ms. Trelawney was standing before the chalkboard, oblivious to his masculinity. You see, Mr.. or Ms. Trelawny is a man in drag. His real name is Silas Trelawney, not Sybil. Sybil was his old girlfriend's name. His obsession over her died when she dumped him, leaving him with depression. His depression lead to confusion in his masculinity, when he realized he looked good in a dress. The class generally liked him. He was a nice guy, just the makeup and the dress was distracting. He would
Anyways, "Sybil" hadn't his glasses, so he hadn't noticed Harry and Ron come in. Even if he did, he would be too occupied with adjusting his strangely pointy breasts (actually cone-shaped cups from the teacher's lounge stuffed into his dress).
"Take out your tea cups and tea leaves. Like before, mash them into your cup until they are like fluid." He said in his low, middle-aged voice. He began to wipe away some running mascara while he waited patiently.
It took a few minutes for the class to mash their leaves into the bowl. Ron was done in a flash, and Harry was.. Well, Harry was busy drinking. With a nudge from Ron, Harry followed Silas's instructions. Silas walked casually toward Ron and Harry, his dress swinging at his heels with a slight jingle from his bell-adorned scarf. "Let me take a look at your's, Harry."
Harry stared, horrified. He began to cover up his crotch. "No, Harry. He means your tea leaves." Ron whispered. Harry blinked. "My what?!" He whispered back. "Just give him the cup." Ron said. Harry obliged and gave Silas his tea cup. Silas inspected it, suddenly gasping. The class gasped with him.
"Dear god.." Silas whispered. "What? What is it?" Ron said. Harry grabbed the cup from him, suddenly realizing what Silas meant. He studied a smudged picture of a group of people holding hands, above the Friends logo. "What does it mean?" Ron asked.
"Oh.. Friends.. I don't understand. Possibly they've been kidnapped, on account of that gun and bondage in the lower right." Silas said. Ron leaned over and noticed a smudged depiction of someone blindfolded with a gun at their side.
"I see." Ron said. "And there's a symbol for weed... What does that mean?" Ron continued and paused.
"Hermione." Harry said instantly.
"Friends? Hermione? Kidnapped?" Ron asked. "What does it all mean?"
Silas stared at him for what seemed like forever. "Have you been catching a wiff of what Hermione's got?" He asked.
"No.." Ron said, confused.
"Hermione and the cast of Friends will be kidnapped!" Silas exclaimed.