An Optional Addendum
It's incredible. Dernon keeps on inhaling the bong hit, minute after minute. The other Slytherins watch with horror and fascination.
After what feeled like an eternity, Vernon Dursley put the bong down and exhaled the smoke towards the Slytherin Common Room's window.
"He's got the lungs of an elephant!", one of the younger ones whispers in astonishment. Vernon Dursley hears this and smiles. He's operating under the alias Dernon Vursley for this mission - a cunning enigma not even a master codebreaker like McGononagall could crack. There were Slytherins of all ages and smiles before him.
"Alright, ye lightwights. Who's next!?" He shouted. Crabbe and Goyle push their way past the weaker students. Vernon dismissed them and eyed a young, apple-cheeked, blonde, blue eyed boy seated in a corner well away from the action.
"You!" Vernon shouted. He leapt out of his chair and shot an accusing finger forward at the young boy. "You! You shall take the next hit!" He shouted. Incredible magical power surged through his body. The youngling seemed quite agast.
"But sir!" He sputered. "My parents told me to never to touch the demon drug. In muggle school, I was told the slightest contact would turn me into a raving psychopatchic murderer - a shame and burden for all around me!"
"Never mind that!" Veron bellowed. "Toke for all you're worth, boy! Or so help me, I'll feed you to Fang himself!" Vernon magically coloured his eyes red for extra effect. The young Slytherin squeaked and pressed his lips to the opening of the bong. Vernon switched gears.
"Awright, start inhaling hard when I tell you, awright?" The towheaded Slytherin sheepishly nodded. Vernon lit a flame at the end of his wand and pressed it to the end of the bong. It caught and Vernon watched the progress of the marijuana smoke.
"Breath, boy! Breath like you're running the legendary wizarding Olympics of '82!" The young Slytherin, no older than thirteen, did as commanded. The bong produced a bubbling noise as its contents were exauseted.
"Now blow the smoke towards the window so Snape doesn't catch us." Vernon's young apprentice did as commanded, and was rewarded with a round of applause and hoots and cheers from his fellow Slytherins's.
"Tell me your name!" Vernon commanded.
"Alex, Sir," the young Slytherin said. "It's...oh, Merlin,...I feel...afriad and-"
"Tis only The Fear." Vernon said with a dismissive wave. "Everyone feels it at the first few times. Oi, everyone! See what I've got!" Vernon produced yet another quart bottle of Bacardi from his robe sleeves, to the appalause of all gathered.
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Meanwhile, high above the skies of Scotland, a magical force of unimaginiable power speeds towards Hogwarts...
Vernon, you idiot.
You're going to ruin everything.
For all of us.
I always knew you would.
After what feeled like an eternity, Vernon Dursley put the bong down and exhaled the smoke towards the Slytherin Common Room's window.
"He's got the lungs of an elephant!", one of the younger ones whispers in astonishment. Vernon Dursley hears this and smiles. He's operating under the alias Dernon Vursley for this mission - a cunning enigma not even a master codebreaker like McGononagall could crack. There were Slytherins of all ages and smiles before him.
"Alright, ye lightwights. Who's next!?" He shouted. Crabbe and Goyle push their way past the weaker students. Vernon dismissed them and eyed a young, apple-cheeked, blonde, blue eyed boy seated in a corner well away from the action.
"You!" Vernon shouted. He leapt out of his chair and shot an accusing finger forward at the young boy. "You! You shall take the next hit!" He shouted. Incredible magical power surged through his body. The youngling seemed quite agast.
"But sir!" He sputered. "My parents told me to never to touch the demon drug. In muggle school, I was told the slightest contact would turn me into a raving psychopatchic murderer - a shame and burden for all around me!"
"Never mind that!" Veron bellowed. "Toke for all you're worth, boy! Or so help me, I'll feed you to Fang himself!" Vernon magically coloured his eyes red for extra effect. The young Slytherin squeaked and pressed his lips to the opening of the bong. Vernon switched gears.
"Awright, start inhaling hard when I tell you, awright?" The towheaded Slytherin sheepishly nodded. Vernon lit a flame at the end of his wand and pressed it to the end of the bong. It caught and Vernon watched the progress of the marijuana smoke.
"Breath, boy! Breath like you're running the legendary wizarding Olympics of '82!" The young Slytherin, no older than thirteen, did as commanded. The bong produced a bubbling noise as its contents were exauseted.
"Now blow the smoke towards the window so Snape doesn't catch us." Vernon's young apprentice did as commanded, and was rewarded with a round of applause and hoots and cheers from his fellow Slytherins's.
"Tell me your name!" Vernon commanded.
"Alex, Sir," the young Slytherin said. "It's...oh, Merlin,...I feel...afriad and-"
"Tis only The Fear." Vernon said with a dismissive wave. "Everyone feels it at the first few times. Oi, everyone! See what I've got!" Vernon produced yet another quart bottle of Bacardi from his robe sleeves, to the appalause of all gathered.
--- ----- ----
Meanwhile, high above the skies of Scotland, a magical force of unimaginiable power speeds towards Hogwarts...
Vernon, you idiot.
You're going to ruin everything.
For all of us.
I always knew you would.