This chapter takes place in the philosopher's stone when Harry and Hermione need to figure out which potion to drink to pass thought the flames.

This is just as random as the last, all the best – Hippie Jade

BOB!

Thirsty?

Hermione read out the list to Harry, "Two are poison, two are potion and three are-"

"Glug-glug-glug…hmmm rum!"

"Cool-glug- I've got whiskey!"

Harry and Hermione stood staring open mouthed at the two girls that had just appeared and were now drinking the bottles.

"Hmm…larger… Kate what's this one?"

The one named Kate raised a bottle to her lips just as Hermione screamed, "No that's the poison!"

"The what?" Rose asked just as Kate let out an ear splitting scream and began rolling around on the floor clutching her throat.

"Kate! What is it?"

"Poison! The worse of poisons...Bacardi!"

"Urgg! You poor thing! Do you think you'll live" Rose asked worriedly, Kate gasped and nodded.

Harry and Hermione shared equally confused looks, "Isn't Bacardi an alcohol?" Harry asked.

"It's evil! Disgusting! Poison beyond all others!" Harry raised an eyebrow just as a motor bike appeared next to him causing him to jump about a foot in the air.

The driver, Sundus, took her helmet off and scorned her friends, "Guys! Their right behind us! This is no time to be getting dru- is that rum?"

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Way too short but sue me. This reminds me, I OWN NOTHING!

Must find Bob now, bye!