Sky and Pie | Baking
He wondered how Pie could possibly pass his classes. Yeah. he was pretty smart, but his head was normally in the clouds. Also, he took everything lightly and was very easy going. Heâd be blazed and all his troubles drifted off into those pointless clouds.Â
Maybe thatâs what Amos preferred. He knew heâd feel no pain when around the other Hufflepuff, and that was probably the best for him. Pie was his escape, you know? Sky and Pie. Pie gets high with his Sky. Two peas in a pod. Piaras was so incredibly laid back that he didnât even care for the outcomes of being too close to the forest. It was sort of a Iâve-lived-my-life-well-and-got-all-I-need attitude.
âSâpose I do,â he replied in agreement, smiling at the corners of his lips. He didnât know what to make out of the guy, maybe Pie liked the escape too. The curly-haired Hufflepuff could hardly tell the difference between non-serious and serious words when they hung out. Theyâd go on and on about the most random of things about both past and future. Dreams that they had. Himself was mostly truthful. Even that silly dream of owning a record shop. Pie had promised not to laugh.Â
âIâm surprised you havenât seen the elves,â Amos brought up as they made their way to the kitchens. The hallways seemed almost endless. He sorta wished they werenât crowded with people, he loved the echo it made when the corridors were abandoned. Or, maybe he didnât want to get caught being a stoner. No matter, no professors could suspect a star, idol Quidditch player. The brunet heard laughter leave Pieâs mouth, making him look over and give the other male a questioning look. It had disturbed his thinking, almost startling him. Maybe he was already blazed without realizing it. Amos quickly added, âYou alright?â
A reminder popped into mind suddenly, telling himself to see if theyâd be trying the weed in brownies this time. It was a plan they had awhile back that had yet to happen.
Piaras fiddled with the small plastic bag in his pocket, itching to use its contents. He wondered how many students were lighting up soon to celebrate the new semester. He knew a few kids whoâd maybe come with him on a different day to smoke a joint or something, mostly Hufflepuffs, but he did know a couple Ravenclaws and Slytherins.
Funny lot, those Ravenclaws. Always so high strung, theyâd give anything for one night of a lax brain. And the Slytherins that would smoke with him - They were snooty about it. The druggies of the House were almost always cocaine brains, but when they were down on their luck theyâd smoke marijuana. Only the most highest of quality, though, of course.
It was a surprise to some people just how many students at good old Hogwarts did drugs. Unlike other places, widespread drug use didnât die down as the 60âs did at the magic school. All those creepy ass Slytherins, up to no good with their under the table obsessions. And of course the Hufflepuffs would never give up their first and foremost love. It was a part of them.
There was no smoking buddy that could compare with Amos though, Pie thought fondly. Guy was hilarious, even more so when he was baked as a well, pie.
âAmos, I think if you smoke any more youâre gunna get fat.â the Irish boy remarked as he searched for the kitchens. âYouâre metabolism, man. But itâs okay. Iâd still love you.â he added, leaving it at that.
âOh! This is the hallway to the⊠The Land of Food and Elves, right?â he asked, momentarily forgetting the right name. âOh my god, Iâm so stoked right now.â
"At least I know someone will love me when I'm chunky," Amos said in return with a happy expression on his face. Pie would never know this, but this actually made him really happy. Finally he could let loose if he wanted. His body was probably his most important part of him. The ladies and men liked it, it's what kept him in sports, it made family proud for staying so fit. But you know what? Fuck that. He had Pie and a couple of joints and impressing others was starting to lose its appeal.
At least he would have someone to care for him if he became a mess. They'd probably forget each other in 5 years, though. That was a shame. Just thinking about it made his body shiver. Life without his buddy Pie. Pie with his silly dorky smile and huge pupils.Â
"The Land of Food and Elves," he confirmed to his blond friend with a nod and a stern look. "Definitely. Just gonna tickle the pear over there..." he went on, scanning the walls for it, his finger pointing in no particular direction. "There's a painting of a giant pear and you're pose to tickle it."
Merlin. He sounded stoned. He knew for sure that he wasn't, though. He blinked a few times before glanced over to see what Piaras would say to that. Probably find him insane. No matter. Amos had plenty insane things that he could bring up that Pie had said in the past while tripping out. Like seeing green hippos in the windows and records growing arms and legs.
