"Alright kiddies," Dumbledore grinned. "It's almost midnight! Get ready to plant a wet one!" The Headmaster walked over to the three kids. Marcus had recovered with a quick alcohol drain spell and now had an ice pack on his head.
"Thanks for the help, Dumbledore," Chessy said.
"Eh, no problem. This is something you usually see at parties like this so I'm used to it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to have a talk with a very special friend…."
"Hagrid, always a great guy."
"Not him, Hufflepuff…. A very special potions master." He walked away, leaving Riley with a confused look on her face.
She had to ask, "Is he-?"
"Yup," Chessy nodded.
"Wow…. I've got nothing to say."
Harry's voice rang out, "Thirty seconds 'til midnight!"
"Hey," Chessy asked, "What are your New Year's Resolutions?"
"Probably just to work on my art more," Riley replied.
"Focus more on work and stuff," Marcus answered. "You?"
"Meh," Chessy thought aloud, "Probably eat healthier, work harder and try to publish better stories in a more timely manner than this one."
"Ah. Well, that's how it goes."
"Ten second countdown!"
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The skies of Hogwarts exploded with fireworks. Phones were going off, filling people's inboxes with New Year texts. This went on for about five minutes until….
"So…uh, what exactly did I do while under the influence?" Marcus asked.
Chessy looked and Riley before finally responding, "I don't think you wanna know."
"Try me."