Post by Leon Foster on Nov 29, 2010 17:18:35 GMT -5
ooc: for the RP Roulette. Feel free to join in!
Leon had some Potions homework he had to get done, so he was down in the Dungeons. Were it just written work, he could've finished it up in his dorm, but he wanted to actually make a sample of the potion he was working on. The potion was a Calming Draught, a magical cure for anxiety, and Leon felt that it would be useful to have a vial of that on hand in case anything got too hectic. Considering the kind of craziness that went on at Firefox, he wouldn't be surprised if someone needed it at some point.
Sitting in a dungeon cell, the Gryffindor opened his duffel bag and pulled out his cauldron and his bag of assorted potion ingredients. He gave a quick look around to the rather eerily dark and quiet dungeons. Somewhere down here was the Slytherin Common Room. Micha, and Layne, and all the other Slytherins he knew might be there. Lucky them, having the perfect temperature for potion making right in their bedroom.
Well, maybe they weren't so lucky. He wouldn't exactly enjoy sleeping down in the dungeons. A chill ran up his spine, and he shook his head in order to focus on his work. He reached into his duffel bag to pull out his potions books, and felt like there was one more in there. An expression of curiosity passed across his face, and he pulled them out. His book of basic potions from Salem was there, along with the books on more advanced potions he'd checked out of the library for some added research, but there was one extra.
It looked soggy and parts of it were blackened by fire. This book had obviously been through hell. The cover was mostly burnt off, and it was missing many pages. He couldn't recall checking this book out at any point, least of all seeing it. Had someone accidentally slipped it into his bag during Potions class? Or had it been someone in the Library? Leon opened it up, and the first page he turned to had a title written in Latin.
Underneath it was scribbled the note in almost fresh handwriting, 'To Better Understand Females.' Leon was intrigued. It wasn't that he really wanted to better understand females, since they weren't that confusing after all. It was curiosity, mostly, to see what exactly he could learn from drinking said potion. He looked down at the ingredients, which were also in Latin, but with those same scribbles translating. Sugar. Spice. Everything Nice.
Leon laughed. Why not? He'd make the potion. But first, he'd need the three ingredients. He walked out of the cell and cast a spell to make it relatively unnoticeable, and then shut and locked the door. He ran up to the Feasting Hall to go get his ingredients.
***
When he returned a few minutes later, he came running down carrying cinnamon buns. That was sugar and spice, right there. He never really had much of a sweet tooth, so he wasn't entirely sure if they qualified for everything nice. All the same, he poured some water into his cauldron and threw the cinnamon buns in. They bobbed and fell to the bottom of the pot. He stirred the cauldron with his wand for a few minutes and the water bubbled and boiled. Soon, the cinnamon buns had melted into a thick, gooey black and brown liquid.
Everything nice.
Where was he going to find everything nice? Kisses at sunset, hugs from an old friend, the feel of the wind in your hair on a summer day, the smell right before it begins to rain, going to sleep after a hard day, waking up in the morning on a day you've been waiting for...this was hardly everything nice, and yet all of it was intangible.
Perhaps he was thinking too hard on this.
What, in a girl's eyes, qualified as everything nice?
He cast the spell on the cell again, and decided to come back later. He left the cauldron bubbling.
***
Leon returned several hours later, dragging with him an assortment of objects from his room and around the school. He'd probably confused the hell out of Whites, because he wasn't exactly very open about what he was making. Perhaps he should have confided in his friend, but he didn't feel like explaining himself. Maybe he could've used the help, and knowing Whites he'd probably want a crack at the potion to 'help you better understand women' but...well, if it worked, he'd give some to Whites.
He opened the bag he had been dragging with him. "Alright," he whispered to himself, "everything nice is..." He pulled out a picture of his father, mother, and baby sister. "Family." He threw it into the potion where it melted into the concoction. A brief flash of his father, mother, and sister's faces appeared in the potion before vanishing.
He pulled out a few stuffed animals and threw them in as well, one by one, the sounds of all the animals barked, meowed, whinnied, and roared as they melted into the concoction. "Cute animals," he muttered to himself. Then he pulled out a bag of sweets, mostly chocolate, and poured them into the concoction as well. It became a strange color at this point, but the aroma became very sweet. "Candy," he said, and just as quickly threw a cookie in there as well, "and cookies."
He threw an entire cup of tea into the mix, along with a doll dressed in a pretty outfit for good measure. The sweet aroma turned very rich. Next, he threw in a box of crayons. The color turned to a rainbow color. "And, last and probably least," he muttered to himself, he pulled out a lock of his hair and used his wand to cut it. He wrapped it in a pretty pink ribbon. "Boys." He dropped it into the cauldron, where the potion bubbled and almost overflowed.
The potion Leon had created sang with giggles, and its color seemed to change from a dark purple to a light pink and back again. "Well...here we go," he said, and scooped a vial of the liquid out. "Let's...let's see what this does," Leon took in a deep breath and held the potion close to his mouth for a second before finally drinking it.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but ever so slowly he began to giggle. First it was soft, and grew louder until it was to an obnoxious extent. He couldn't keep his eyes open he was giggling so hard, and his heart began to beat quickly in his chest at such a speed that he felt like he was embarrassed. A blush rose to his face, and he covered it with his hands which were turning from large and strong to dainty and slender.
He fell forward and accidentally knocked the remainder of the potion onto the ground, floating the floor with the elixir. He continued to giggle all the while, though a feeling of both joy and agony rocked his body. When finally it had ended, he looked up and around. The potion was on his soft, thin hands, and his robes were soaked with it. They were now far too big for him, with the only part of his body that wasn't utterly slender his chest. His...his chest. He reached to touch it, and found that it was no longer the solid muscle that he was used to, but soft and still quite large.
He blushed instinctively, but found himself continuing to touch his chest. He seemed to enjoy it much more for some reason, and then he realized with horror just why. He began to run his hands across his body, feeling just exactly what had become of him. He touched his fingers to his lips, and then, without further warning, he let out an enormous shriek.
The potion did not just help you understand women. It made you one.
Leon had some Potions homework he had to get done, so he was down in the Dungeons. Were it just written work, he could've finished it up in his dorm, but he wanted to actually make a sample of the potion he was working on. The potion was a Calming Draught, a magical cure for anxiety, and Leon felt that it would be useful to have a vial of that on hand in case anything got too hectic. Considering the kind of craziness that went on at Firefox, he wouldn't be surprised if someone needed it at some point.
Sitting in a dungeon cell, the Gryffindor opened his duffel bag and pulled out his cauldron and his bag of assorted potion ingredients. He gave a quick look around to the rather eerily dark and quiet dungeons. Somewhere down here was the Slytherin Common Room. Micha, and Layne, and all the other Slytherins he knew might be there. Lucky them, having the perfect temperature for potion making right in their bedroom.
Well, maybe they weren't so lucky. He wouldn't exactly enjoy sleeping down in the dungeons. A chill ran up his spine, and he shook his head in order to focus on his work. He reached into his duffel bag to pull out his potions books, and felt like there was one more in there. An expression of curiosity passed across his face, and he pulled them out. His book of basic potions from Salem was there, along with the books on more advanced potions he'd checked out of the library for some added research, but there was one extra.
It looked soggy and parts of it were blackened by fire. This book had obviously been through hell. The cover was mostly burnt off, and it was missing many pages. He couldn't recall checking this book out at any point, least of all seeing it. Had someone accidentally slipped it into his bag during Potions class? Or had it been someone in the Library? Leon opened it up, and the first page he turned to had a title written in Latin.
Underneath it was scribbled the note in almost fresh handwriting, 'To Better Understand Females.' Leon was intrigued. It wasn't that he really wanted to better understand females, since they weren't that confusing after all. It was curiosity, mostly, to see what exactly he could learn from drinking said potion. He looked down at the ingredients, which were also in Latin, but with those same scribbles translating. Sugar. Spice. Everything Nice.
Leon laughed. Why not? He'd make the potion. But first, he'd need the three ingredients. He walked out of the cell and cast a spell to make it relatively unnoticeable, and then shut and locked the door. He ran up to the Feasting Hall to go get his ingredients.
***
When he returned a few minutes later, he came running down carrying cinnamon buns. That was sugar and spice, right there. He never really had much of a sweet tooth, so he wasn't entirely sure if they qualified for everything nice. All the same, he poured some water into his cauldron and threw the cinnamon buns in. They bobbed and fell to the bottom of the pot. He stirred the cauldron with his wand for a few minutes and the water bubbled and boiled. Soon, the cinnamon buns had melted into a thick, gooey black and brown liquid.
Everything nice.
Where was he going to find everything nice? Kisses at sunset, hugs from an old friend, the feel of the wind in your hair on a summer day, the smell right before it begins to rain, going to sleep after a hard day, waking up in the morning on a day you've been waiting for...this was hardly everything nice, and yet all of it was intangible.
Perhaps he was thinking too hard on this.
What, in a girl's eyes, qualified as everything nice?
He cast the spell on the cell again, and decided to come back later. He left the cauldron bubbling.
***
Leon returned several hours later, dragging with him an assortment of objects from his room and around the school. He'd probably confused the hell out of Whites, because he wasn't exactly very open about what he was making. Perhaps he should have confided in his friend, but he didn't feel like explaining himself. Maybe he could've used the help, and knowing Whites he'd probably want a crack at the potion to 'help you better understand women' but...well, if it worked, he'd give some to Whites.
He opened the bag he had been dragging with him. "Alright," he whispered to himself, "everything nice is..." He pulled out a picture of his father, mother, and baby sister. "Family." He threw it into the potion where it melted into the concoction. A brief flash of his father, mother, and sister's faces appeared in the potion before vanishing.
He pulled out a few stuffed animals and threw them in as well, one by one, the sounds of all the animals barked, meowed, whinnied, and roared as they melted into the concoction. "Cute animals," he muttered to himself. Then he pulled out a bag of sweets, mostly chocolate, and poured them into the concoction as well. It became a strange color at this point, but the aroma became very sweet. "Candy," he said, and just as quickly threw a cookie in there as well, "and cookies."
He threw an entire cup of tea into the mix, along with a doll dressed in a pretty outfit for good measure. The sweet aroma turned very rich. Next, he threw in a box of crayons. The color turned to a rainbow color. "And, last and probably least," he muttered to himself, he pulled out a lock of his hair and used his wand to cut it. He wrapped it in a pretty pink ribbon. "Boys." He dropped it into the cauldron, where the potion bubbled and almost overflowed.
The potion Leon had created sang with giggles, and its color seemed to change from a dark purple to a light pink and back again. "Well...here we go," he said, and scooped a vial of the liquid out. "Let's...let's see what this does," Leon took in a deep breath and held the potion close to his mouth for a second before finally drinking it.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but ever so slowly he began to giggle. First it was soft, and grew louder until it was to an obnoxious extent. He couldn't keep his eyes open he was giggling so hard, and his heart began to beat quickly in his chest at such a speed that he felt like he was embarrassed. A blush rose to his face, and he covered it with his hands which were turning from large and strong to dainty and slender.
He fell forward and accidentally knocked the remainder of the potion onto the ground, floating the floor with the elixir. He continued to giggle all the while, though a feeling of both joy and agony rocked his body. When finally it had ended, he looked up and around. The potion was on his soft, thin hands, and his robes were soaked with it. They were now far too big for him, with the only part of his body that wasn't utterly slender his chest. His...his chest. He reached to touch it, and found that it was no longer the solid muscle that he was used to, but soft and still quite large.
He blushed instinctively, but found himself continuing to touch his chest. He seemed to enjoy it much more for some reason, and then he realized with horror just why. He began to run his hands across his body, feeling just exactly what had become of him. He touched his fingers to his lips, and then, without further warning, he let out an enormous shriek.
The potion did not just help you understand women. It made you one.