"These girls should be expelled! It is three in the morning and they are roaming the halls, while that one," this is where he pointed to Amber, "seems to be on some sort of intoxicating substance!" Snape snarled to the headmaster while the slightly amused Dumbledore sat in his bedclothes behind his huge desk.

"Is that all you have against us, Snape?" Violet coaxed, taunting the professor who looked worse than ever after being woken up so early.

"Look at their clothes! They've obviously been out!" Snape snapped.

"I can't believe you actually sleep in a hairnet..." Amber whispered for the umpteenth time at Snape, who indeed does sleep in a hairnet. Snape snarled at the stoned student.

"Hey, Headmaster, do you want know why we were out of our dorms?" Violet asked the still amused Dumbledore.

"Certainly." the old professor chirped.

"Well, we're not in our school clothes because we didn't have class after dinner. And we're up because we were talking about, y'know, girl stuff, and having a grand ol' time knowing we wouldn't have to wake up early. And I have a great sense of humor, as I'm assuming you've figured out by now," Violet paused to give a dry smile, "and I made Amber laugh rather hard. Crack up, if you will. And she had been sitting on the couch in the common room and fell off laughing, hitting her head on the floor which is why she's acting like she is." Violet lied.

Amber was leaned back in her chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, watching her hnd come at her face with fascination.

"You still haven't explained why you were in the dungeons!" Snape snapped, quite cranky.

Violet rolled her eyes before explaining another lie, "Because I was trying to get her to the Hospital Wing, but in this condition, you can imagine how difficult that was. The dungeons were a detour since she insisted on going down there, why, I do not know." the last part, of going in the dungeons because of Amber, really wasn't a lie which made it sound even more convincing.

"Well then, you had best get her to the Hospital Wing, shouldn't you? Come along, Severus, morning's on it way, better get back to bed." Dumbledore decided.

"You can't be serious!" Snape exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing.
"Of course I am." Dumbledore told him, standing up to let the group know to leave.
"You got lucky." Snape hissed at Violet as soon as they were out of earshot from the headmaster. Snape seemed to be remembering the outrage he felt when the Marauders escaped punishment during his years as a student.

Violet rolled her eyes again as she led Amber to the Hospital Wing, knowing that Snape would check to make sure that she actually did take Amber to see Pomfrey.

And she also knew that if Pomfrey didn't report back that the girl had actually had a blow to the head from what looked like falling off a couch many questions would return.

So, being the good friend that Violet is, she very casually pushed Amber into a wall so that Amber hit her head against the wall at a very accurate angle.

Amber was so stoned she really had no clue what was going on.

Pomfrey, was of course, quite grumpy and grumbled as she cured the lump that had formed on the back of Amber's head. Amber grumbled about how Pomfrey was making her head shrink, she was so out of it that she was yet to realize that she was in pain, and Violet sat back rather amused at the situation.

"Now, you don't let her sleep. It's too dangerous with a head injury. I, on the other hand, am going back to bed. She has to stay awake for the next two hours or she's dead." Pomfrey mumbled to Violet who's face went to disgust at the idea of staying up even later.

"How'm I supposed to do that?" Violet called to the nurse who was making her way back to her living quarters.

"I don't know! Talk to her or something!" the nurse grumbled/shouted.

So Violet started talking. And talking, and talking and talking. About absolutely nothing at all.

"This is boring!" Amber whined threatening to lay down on the hospital bed.

"Oh no you don't! Okay, you don't want to be bored? I'll tell you some exciting shit. You wanna know why I'm the way I am? So quiet here but a loud mouth at a party? Well then open up your ears..." and Violet started talking about things that were fascinating. All about herself. But poor Amber had trouble keeping up, with the head injury and drug intake. She listened as well as she could, catching what seemed like important words.

After the two hours and a few extra minutes, Violet managed to get Amber into her own bed.

Still fully clothed and smelling like the really good smelling stuff, full of potions.

"Wake up! There's an emergency meeting for ALL the students in the Great Hall! And your cat was last seen attacking statues!" June yelled into the ear of the still sleeping Violet.

"Why is there a meeting so early in the morning?" Violet growled.

"Because it's three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and it's not a Hogsmeade day so we're going to have an emergency meeting!" June told the lump that is Violet in a very happy tone.

"I am so fucking cranky." Violet said as she sat up. Her wild hair was even wilder than usual, her party make up smudged, and her eyes not quite open.

It was fifteen minutes after being woken up Violet walked out of her common room. As soon as she was in the hall way she heard the words

"You look like shit!" come from a very surprised Seamus, who was being followed by Dean, who then laughed at her with Seamus.

Violet whirled around to face them an eyebrow raised. She promptly grabbed Seamus by the front of the shirt.

"You smell me?" she growled at him.

With wide eyes Seamus nodded.

"I smell like cigarettes and sex, don't I?" she growled again.

Seamus again nodded while Dean looked like he wasn't sure what to do as he stood in the background.

"Unless you want to add the smell of Irish blood, shut up." she growled again, and then released Seamus and stalked away to this big, important emergency meeting. Seamus and Dean went another way.

Violet cut through a few secret passage ways, Hufflepuff really does know more than anyone expects, and met up with Amber, June and a few others. Only Amber really wasn't all there, she was practically being dragged since she was almost dead asleep on her feet. The after effects of the potion finally setting in.

"Um, Vi, where'd you get that cigarette?" Ernie asked, sounding a little nervous, staring at the cigarette that was now dangling between Violet's lips.

Violet pointed to the pocket of her oversized, button up man's shirt.

"Um, Vi, where are your pants?" Susan Bones giggled, trying not to stare.

Violet looked down and shrugged.

"Heeeey, those aren't your clothes! Those are Jess'!" Amber yawned before slumping over again.

"Yeah." Violet mumbled continuing to walk.

"Wait a second, Jess? Oh my gods, Violet, did you have sex at that party!" June hissed, grabbing Violet's arm so that she couldn't walk away.

"Your first time was at a stoner party!" Susan gasped, her eyes wide.

Violet let out a laugh.

"Your most recent time was at a stoner party." Ernie laughed.

A/N: Amazing how much a person can change, isn't it? Thanks for reading. Tis much appreciated.