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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. He’d be blazed and all his troubles drifted off into those pointless clouds.
Maybe that’s what Amos preferred. He knew he’d 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 didn’t even care for the outcomes of being too close to the forest. It was sort of a I’ve-lived-my-life-well-and-got-all-I-need attitude.
“S’pose I do,” he replied in agreement, smiling at the corners of his lips. He didn’t 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. They’d 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.
“I’m surprised you haven’t seen the elves,” Amos brought up as they made their way to the kitchens. The hallways seemed almost endless. He sorta wished they weren’t crowded with people, he loved the echo it made when the corridors were abandoned. Or, maybe he didn’t want to get caught being a stoner. No matter, no professors could suspect a star, idol Quidditch player. The brunet heard laughter leave Pie’s 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, “You alright?”
A reminder popped into mind suddenly, telling himself to see if they’d 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 who'd 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, they'd 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 they'd 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 didn't die down as the 60's 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.
"Amos, I think if you smoke any more you're gunna get fat." the Irish boy remarked as he searched for the kitchens. "You're metabolism, man. But it's okay. I'd still love you." he added, leaving it at that.
"Oh! This is the hallway to the... The Land of Food and Elves, right?" he asked, momentarily forgetting the right name. "Oh my god, I'm so stoked right now."