Pimos/Pamos | What the hell
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Pie laughed at the image of them encountering supernatural creatures in the forest. Despite probably being the first to die, it was still a funny and outlandish visual.
“Yeah, maybe not the forest. Kitchens it is, then.” he was intrigued at the prospect of seeing house elves. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more set he was on seeing them for real.
“You know me too well, Diggory.” Piaras shook his head in mock amusement. “I have everything else. Okay. To the kitchens.” He stood up straight, and started walking in the direction he hoped lead to the home of the house elves. Did they live there? That would be mad cute.
They passed a bunch of frazzled-looking students, probably driven to their wits end from the last day of exams. Piaras inwardly laughed at them; having finished all of his by Wednesday. Now it was a time for smoking and not giving a shit. It felt good to finally have time on his hands that he deserved.
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.
(Source: amosdigmediggory)