They did, in fact, have some pretty amazing magical booze as the five sat at a bar known as the Hog's Head. Getting Sam to join them on their escapades was pretty easy and Dean even managed to convince Remus to join them. The five of them had originally tried to go to the Three Broomsticks but they had been continually accosted by students, not the least of which were Oliver Wood who would not take the hint. So they had exited the warm and welcoming bar in favor of the dimly lit, if seedier, bar. "So, tell me you four, what do you think of Hogwarts thus far?" Remus asked, sipping appreciatively at a mildly smoking blue drink.

"It's taken some getting used to," Castiel said, a mug of firewhisky before him. "Teaching is something I have some experience in, but in this setting it has been a trial."

"Yes, I've heard some of your lessons," Remus laughed, shaking his head. "Not entirely sure that some of them are appropriate for children mind you, but I suppose you would be the subject matter expert."

"How have things been on you Remus?" Dean asked. "Some of the kids told me you've been trying to get your hands on a few creatures to teach them how to beat them?"

"Indeed," Remus nodded. "I've been searching for a boggart recently in point of fact. I thought that, perhaps, there might be one hidden away in some of the older classrooms that haven't been used in some time. No luck thus far, I am afraid."

"A boggart?" Sam asked, frowning as Crowley began to mutter something while pointing his wand at the dirty mug that the bartender had put before him. "Trying to teach them how to defeat them, or teach them about self-discovery?"

"A little of both, I think." Lupin said after a moment's contemplation. "This world is far from a safe one, even with Voldemort gone. With the dementors causing trouble I thought that it was a good way for me to show them that fear is always best fought with laughter."

"Speaking of dementors," Crowley said, stowing his wand in the depths of his robe and taking a drink from his mug. "We should really do something about them. I have had a plethora of students come into the hospital wing after run-ins with them. One of them is still there, poor dear still can't so much as speak. I am a fan of the Azkaban guardians, but that's a bit much."

"I quite agree," Lupin said, toasting Crowley's words.

"Severus actually asked me about that," Sam said. "Apparently one of them was in the Great Hall the other night."

Dean set his mug down with a bit more force than absolutely necessary. "One of those monsters was inside the Great Hall?" he asked, a dark glint in his eye. "Is it still breathing?"

"I would imagine so," Lupin said, unconcerned with Dean's small outburst. Since coming to Hogwarts he and Dean had spent quite some time together and they had become quite close. He was quite familiar with Dean's antics. "It is remarkably hard to kill a dementor. The Patronus Charm repels them, but they are immune to most curses including unforgivable ones. The best way to kill them would probably be to starve them."

The group fell into silence, the only sound being the small bubbling from Lupin's glass. "Has there been any word on Sirius Black?" Cas asked after a few minutes of silence. "To my understanding many of the students are still quite on edge about that."

"None I am afraid," Lupin said. Dean saw the look of discontent that passed across Lupin's face and knew it was something more than just the fact that Sirius was still at large. "Though they are doing their utmost to find him."

"You know, I thought this idea was about enjoying ourselves?" Crowley asked, discreetly pointing his wand at each of their glasses in turn. "This is all very sobering and that is the exactly what we should not be."

Lupin laughed and shook his head. "I am afraid I must call it a night at any rate."

"Come on now, Remus," Dean said good-naturedly. "It's the weekend!"

Lupin smiled but shook his head. "Exactly. Tomorrow is the full moon and a good night's sleep would do me good I think."

"Alright, alright," Dean nodded. "If you need anything, give us a shout."

"Come now gentleman, one more drink for the road?" Crowley asked, raising his glass in a toast. "Surely that won't impact you too much?"

"One more drink," Dean agreed. The other three raised their glasses and they drank deeply.

It was the last thing that they remembered of that night, courtesy of Crowley's sneaky little spellwork that exponentially increased the effects of alcohol.

Sam awoke in a very unfamiliar place, his head pounding with one of the worst hangovers he had ever felt. So intense was the headache he felt that he didn't give into his instinct to sit up suddenly, opting to instead stare at the ceiling which appeared to be made up of enchanted stars and planets. A horrible thought occurred to him then and he reached out with his left arm, the one that was closest to the center of the bed, and suppressed a groan of horror when he felt a warm body next to him. He, very slowly, sat up and glanced over to the other person in bed with him. He was taken aback to see a pair of eyes staring right back at him. "Good morning, Mr. Winchester," Trelawney said, her voice positively purring. "As I told you last night, I had seen that one day you would be drawn into my bedchambers."

"Uh, yeah," Sam said, wondering if the Divination professor had drugged him somehow. It was the only logical option he could think of. "What, erm, what happened last night?"

"Oh, what didn't happen last night would be a much better question," she said, rising from the bed and crossing to the other side of the room. "You came into my room at the dead of night claiming that you thought it was your own bedchambers, but I knew that hunger in your eyes when I saw it. Truly, you did not have to hide your desire for it was clear to me the second that you entered the Great Hall for the Entrance Banquet that you and I were destined to be together."

Sam seriously contemplated leaping from her window and dealing with the consequences of such an action. He looked desperately around the room for his clothes and found that he could not identify them. This wasn't helped by the fact that her room was positively a mess. "Where, uh, where are my clothes?" he asked with a polite smile.

"I would imagine they are where you left them, in my living area," Trelawney said, sweeping out of the room in a dressing gown. She returned a few minutes later with what looked like the shredded remains of the clothes he had been wearing yesterday. "They are a bit tattered, but I am sure that they will be repaired quite well."

Sam held out the robe he had worn yesterday before him and thought for a long moment about what had happened the night before. The last thing he remembered was raising his glass to one last drink with the others. It was then he realized that the other four were nowhere to be found. "Did you see Crowley, Castiel, Dean, or Remus with me last night?"

Trelawney frowned and shook her head. "I am afraid that I was, ah, preoccupied." Her mouth twisted into a dirty little smile and Sam bolted from the room the moment that he had his pants on.

Sam made his way first to Dean's room and, upon not finding him there, Castiel's room. Unfortunately both were empty which led him down to the hospital wing. Thankfully, one of the four he was looking for was there. Crowley was curled up on a hospital bed with his coat wrapped around him like a blanket. "Crowley!" Sam shouted when he saw the former demon. He instantly regretted his decision to shout and regretted it even more when Crowley pulled his wand out and pointed it at the general direction Sam's shout had come from. A loud bang rang forth and a jet of red light soared forward, causing Sam to dive out of the way. Thankfully the spell hit a wall and not a passing student, causing the stone to crack. "What the hell was that for?"

"Shouting!" Crowley said irritably, blinking several times and glaring around the room. "Next time I won't miss, assuming I guess which one of you is the real one Moose. Where's Feathers, Moon, and Squirrel?"

"Moon?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean Remus?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Crowley asked, pulling on his coat and reaching into it for his flask. He took a very deep draft of the liquid within and shivered. "Much better. Care for some? It's a guaranteed hangover cure."

"Its whiskey, isn't it?" Sam asked, eyeing the flask suspiciously.

"Yes it is."