Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 26, 2010 4:05:40 GMT -5
Gross? Eww? He dared to actually move away from her?
She stared at him.
He would take the antidote, whether he liked it or not.
In a flash she was up and taking the one step that distanced them. She swung a leg over him so that she straddled his lap, and darted a hand forward to pinch his nose shut. Using that grip, she tipped his head backward and then forcibly poured the mix down his throat, making sure he swallowed all of it.
To say she was angry would be an understatement. She had never had anyone reject something from her; it only made sense that Whites, that stupid ignorant trollop, would be the first to rebel. Such was her fury she did not even pay attention to their closeness in proximity, though she would most likely realize what she had done later and be even more pissed off because of it. Micha held the now-empty vial aloft, ready to crack it against his head if he still chose to act foolishly.
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 26, 2010 14:31:12 GMT -5
Had it been rude of Leon to ask why she'd dyed her hair? No, it was probably just that asking anything about Layne Larkin she didn't offer herself was rude to her. Why was Layne so rude? It just didn't seem all that necessary. Then again, what was really necessary? Suddenly, Leon felt his head being turned to face the Slytherin, and she pressed her lips against him in an open mouthed kiss. The Gryffindor's eyes went wide as he felt the liquid flow down his mouth, and he swallowed as she pulled away from him.
Leon didn't know whether or not he enjoyed that, or whether he needed mouthwash. So many questions were running through the young wizard's head that he wasn't sure if anything had changed. Except now, questions weren't branching off of other questions for no reason, but were instead all focused on the same thing: Layne. That...wasn't really necessary, was it? No, he wasn't going to think about what was truly necessary. But, she could've applied it in so many other ways. He gave a glance over at Micha, prying Whites' mouth open and pouring it down his throat.
And they were Slytherins, couldn't they just have tricked them into drinking it? Leon turned to look away from Layne, writing down the last of his notes in his notebook. He could still taste her on his lips, along with a mixture of flavors from both the potion and the antidote. He glanced at her again. She had told him to go away just moments before, but then she'd gone ahead and done that. He returned to looking at the notebook, an uncharacteristic blush and smile coming to his face.
Part of him wanted to ask her if she still wanted him to leave her alone, but he decided against it. That's what she would want. Instead, he just looked over at her and asked, "do you know what the name of that potion was?"
Wake up Leave your hesitations Wake up Time for us to realize Wake up Show appreciation Wake up Time for us to realize
Before he knew it, Micha was way closer. Like, really close. Whites looked up at her face, confused, and his eyes slowly moved down her body to where they were touching.
Micha was wearing a skirt, and she wasn't exactly sitting on it. It was riding up her thighs, and man, if he hadn't been confused before, he would totally have been confused/out of commision now. As it was, he just slowly looked back up at her and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Ah"
His nose was pinched, and it hurt a little, an-
He was drowning!
Dolphins couldn't drown. Well, yeah they could. They could only stay under water for about half an hour, really. Then they had to surface. But the thing was, they weren't drinking the water for those thirty minutes. They were just holding their breath. That's why they could stay under so long. So, Whites The Dolphin with the liquid poured down his throat, fought an urge to gag, to choke, to splutter all over Micha.
It was over almost as quick as it started.
He blinked up at Micha, who was still totally on top of him. His pants were probably touching her panties. Oh, shit.
He felt a small smile on his face, once the confusion passed. It was probably one of the weirder moments of his life yet, those thoughts. A narwhal? Really? Micha wasn't the type to cause a commotion, even if she was awesome.
"Yes, ah.. Much better."
He didn't mention the part where she was totally riding him. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 26, 2010 23:38:47 GMT -5
For one moment, as the traces of wit-sharpening brew sat on her tongue, Layne understood herself. She knew exactly why she was the way that she was. She knew why she dressed the way she did, why her hair looked like it did, and why she always had to fucking swear and shit. She knew why she always had to be a colossal bitch to everyone. Why she could never, ever have any friends. For that one, shining moment, Layne asked herself one question:
What the fuck did I do that for?
If Layne was truthful with herself, she knew the answer to that. And it wasn't because of the fumes from the confusion draught either, no matter how much she wanted to blame it on that.
You kissed him before, the night you two met an annoying as shit voice said in the back of her head.
I was DRUNK, and giddy from excitement! I kissed him on the FUCKING CHEEK!
The voice didn't answer, so Layne resolved to forget about it. It was just who she was. She could forget the voice, but she couldn't ever forget what she'd just learned about herself. Her reasons for everything.
She was scared shitless.
She couldn't let anyone get close to her. She didn't want to be hurt. She didn't want that shit to ever fucking happen again.
On the other hand, she didn't want to just be invisible either. Maybe it would have been easier for her if she'd been the kind of person who didn't mind blending in, being ordinary. But Layne wasn't that kind of person. Layne preferred to by highly visible. She wanted people to notice her, but she also wanted them to leave her the fuck alone.
So, because she didn't want to deal with this emo shit right now, or really, ever, she just became even more of a bitch.
"Can't you fucking figure any of this shit out by yourself, hero?" The nickname was now a thing to be sneered at, and no longer semi-affectionate. Instead, it was mean, twisted in mocking and sarcasm. "You brewed a confusion draught, which made you act like even more like a fucking retarded shithead, and I gave you the antidote, a wit-sharpening potion. It's not like it's fucking hard."
She didn't look at Leon. She couldn't, or she knew she would do something stupid. Like cry. Like apologize. Like run from the room. None of that shit was a fucking option. She couldn't show any fucking signs of weakness. She couldn't ever let her fucking guard down again. Because, if it came to a choice between being heartbroken or being hated, Layne would rather be hated.
Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 27, 2010 13:52:40 GMT -5
She relaxed her hold on the vial, setting it behind them on the table and then pushing herself off him, one hand smoothing out her skirt as she did.
"Good," she finally said, and sat down on her chair again. She'd done what she did because it was necessary, of course. It should be obvious to anyone that she was at any other time loathe to touch Whites; it'd simply been the quickest way possible to do what was needed. If Whites made a big deal out of it, she would just tell him that and thereby crush any little fantasies he most likely had running around in his head at that moment.
The girl drew the cauldron to her and used her wand to, once again, clean it out. As the Professor hadn't said anything about taking notes, she assumed it was not required, and so left her own notebook in her bag. She had already memorized the ingredients for both potions, as well as figured out what both of their assigned creations actually were: Whites, a confusion draught, and her, the antidote. Most likely some sort of work designed to clear the head, or the like.
She was intensely glad she had not taken the first potion, but at the same time, curious.
"What was it like?" she asked, still not looking at him, but rather focusing her attention on the table, which had been left somewhat littered by their ingredient-chopping. She'd cleaned the cauldron, so she would leave cleaning the rest of their station up to Whites.
He'd probably mess that up, too.
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Whites stayed quiet as Micha finally got off him. He didn't catch a flash of panties, or anything--this wasn't one of those Japanese cartoons--but man, that was an intense experience. Not the potion itself, of course, but the fact that there had been a girl straddling him. Apparently it wasn't that big of a deal to her, but he was pretty sure that to any male with a functioning, heterosexual penis it was. She was so matter-of-fact.
He sat, dumbfounded as Micha straightened up around them. He took a few breaths. Man. What a crazy day. First, he was a dolphin, second, he totally had a bo
Speaking of which, he straightened his robe, scooting closer to the desk, looking for something to do. Luckily, Micha had forgotten to clean up the ingredients. He got to work carefully pushing them all into a small pile in the center of the desk, then swept them all into a bin. He smiled awkwardly as he worked.
"It was... weird. Like... I couldn't really grab onto one thought, but later it would come back... And... I thought Leon was a Pilot Fish." He poked a stubborn feather that was somehow stuck in a small crack in their desk with his wand. "Anyway, it was pretty crazy. I didn't know it was supposed to make you hallucinate." He lowered his voice to a whisper, so as not to embarrass his friend and raise the ire of the colourful-haired, colourful-mouthed girl sitting next to him. He leaned in closer to Micha, glancing over at them. "I totally thought I saw them kissing. Like, open mouth and everything. It was crazy."
Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 27, 2010 15:40:23 GMT -5
"A pilot fish?" her brow wrinkled momentarily, then smoothed itself out. So he had said dolphin. The draught honestly sounded more like an illegal street drug than anything useful. Then again, there were those that would say, in that context, it was even more useful. Profit or recreation, take your pick.
His cleaning ability, while most certainly not top-notch, was at least passable, and it only took her a moment to gather and dispose of what he had missed.
"Whites." She copied him and leaned in close, made her tone conspiratorial. "They were kissing. As you said, 'like open mouth and everything'."
She also agreed with the crazy part, but didn't say so aloud. People kissed because they were attracted to one another, correct?
Well. Perhaps the rainbow-headed girl liked Leon. She wouldn't know; it wasn't like she had ever really spoken to either Leon or the girl for any length of time. It wasn't her business, in any case.
"Dude!" Whites said, still whispering, leaned in to Micha so as not to be overheard. "Crazy. Man, Leon. I should've known he'd have a date within like, weeks of him being here. He's totally a lady's man. Probably." Whites nodded as he watched his friend and his partner. Man, she had crazy coloured hair. It stood out, to say the least. He glanced at Micha, and back to the rainbow. "She's in your house, right?" He remembered that much. "Is she always so.. you know.. vulgar?" Not that he viewed it as a bad thing. It really didn't perturb him much, to be honest. It just wasn't everyday that you met someone younger than you that could outswear you any day. Not that they'd formally met, of course.
He wondered if she calmed down when it was time to relax, and go to sleep and stuff. What pajamas would a girl like that wear? Probably one that said 'Fuck you, I'm Layne Larkin' or something. That would be awesome, but he figured it wasn't the truth.
He glanced up at the professor, wondering what she thought of the kissing and the straddling and stuff. At any rate, how was their potion making? They'd quite skillfully confused himself and cured him, right? He hoped he got a good grade. He wasn't one to care about his score, so much, as long as he was passing. It was just how he was. He had a feeling that if he somehow failed Micha, though, she would use Expulso on him this time.
Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 27, 2010 20:52:38 GMT -5
Dude? Did she look like a pretentious teenage male to him? Were she a cat, her tail would have been lashing, but as it were she merely gave him a look.
"Lady's man?" Her gaze turned distrustful, and she glanced the other pair's way. "I see." She would have to be extra careful around Leon, it seemed. She had not seen him acting like how Whites did, constantly flirting and such, but perhaps he was more of the subtle type. Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, she is in my House, but it is not as though just because we share the same common room we ever talk."
Other students? It seemed Leon and his partner were at the same point they were at, and so she assumed most the others should be done or at least near finished by this point, as well.
"I suppose so," she said in response. "The Professor will have to end class sooner or later, no?"
She sure was talking a lot, for her. Whites should not take their conversation for granted. It was nothing more than a means to kill time; he was lucky she did not just pull out a book or something.
Whites, concerned with his friend's well being, didn't catch the look Micha gave him. However, if he had, he would have realized his mistake, but hey. It was easier and a habit to call people 'guys', 'dudes', 'bro', and 'boyfriend'. He wasn't sure why his terminology favored guys so much. It was just that he mostly hung out with boys. It made sense, really. If he hung out with girls all the time, he would probably have used, instead of 'dude', 'chick'(?) or 'lady' or 'dang woman!'. Who knew.
"Well, I dunno about Lady's Man. But he's obviously got something that girl wants." He nodded. "And I guess I get it. I don't talk to the Head Girl, either. I don't know what her deal is but she's always so angry."
"Yeah she will. We can't just sit here forever. I just wish everyone else would get on with it."
She sure was talking a lot, for Micha. He would make sure not to take their conversation for granted. It may have been nothing more than a means to kill time, but he counted himself lucky that she didn't just pull out a book or something. He didn't think he'd ever heard her talk this much, all without berating him, too! Awesome.
Post by Leon Foster on Nov 27, 2010 23:01:20 GMT -5
Layne was right back to her sour side, and Leon didn't know whether to feel hurt or to laugh. She wasn't looking at him, and the Gryffindor wondered to himself whether if she looked at him she'd punch him in the face or kiss him again. "Right," Leon said simply, and wrote down the name 'Confusion Draught' at the top of his notes. Beneath his notes, he wrote 'Wit-Sharpening Potion' and began to detail the ingredients to that.
That was the end of the class then, as far as Leon could tell. Unless there was another potion to make. And considering Layne seemed on the edge of her rope as it was when it came to working with him, he hoped the Confusion Draught was it.
Wake up Leave your hesitations Wake up Time for us to realize Wake up Show appreciation Wake up Time for us to realize
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 28, 2010 1:08:47 GMT -5
She couldn't just leave it like this, could she?
It would be easy to wait the rest of class out, storm off and avoid Leon (and everybody else) for as long as it took for him to get the message:
Layne Larkin was seriously FUCKED UP, and he was better off not saying shit to her.
But, she found she couldn't leave well enough alone. As she finished up a few of her own notations and cleaned up her side of the station, she jotted a note and slid it over to him surreptitiously. She knew people were fucking watching, and she didn't want them to put their fucking nose where they didn't belong.
The note said:
Shit, Hero, I can explain. Meet me after dinner? I'll bring the firewhiskey.
Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 28, 2010 2:07:35 GMT -5
Leon had something that girl wanted?
...Was Whites being vulgar?
Distaste flecked the dark gray of her eyes, but she continued on regardless, as Whites wasn't the source of her current disapproval. "The Head Girl?" Oh, her. "She is..." The girl let her sentence trail off. Bad form, but better, always better, than saying what she really thought. The Head Girl was a pain, and the school, in Micha's opinion, would be better off replacing her position with someone more competent.
"...Friends?" Instantly, the girl's almost amiable -- again, for her -- expression closed off, and she regarded Whites with her usual cold, unreadable features. "That's a waste of time." She had no use for friends, never had, never would. The subject was not up for conversation.
The girl rearranged herself to once again facing the front, one leg crossing the other, eyes locked on the Professor. Class would end soon, wouldn't it?
" Sure Ryo-kun, you can drink the first one i'll be done in a flash. (ooc: Hope you don't mind i assumed Ryo took the potion just then.)
Chika diced her ginger root carefully into small cubes making sure to be quick and accurate. Chika measured one cup and mixed it with the other ingredients. She stirred to the left three times then to right five and a half times. The potion became a pale lavender and let off a faint smoke, which Chika almost choked on. She then let it sit for three minutes before filling a vial and handing it to Ryo.
"Here Ryo-kun, was I fast enough?" Chika smiled at him.
Post by Niobe Wattson on Nov 29, 2010 15:37:43 GMT -5
{Sorry for the extreme delay on this. I didn’t know anyone had responded to Niobe and by the time I did I wasn’t able to get to a computer! And I swear if my computer eats this post one more time you’re going to be out of luck Cassandra, this is the 3rd time this morning!}
Niobe’s inspections of the tins was broken off by the arrival of someone sitting at her table. At first there was a twinge of annoyance because she always preferred to work alone when it came to Potions. Her mind worked quickly and joyfully and she didn’t want someone to hold her down in this one class she could really excel in. Then she took a few moments to really look at Cassandra and found that this may not be problematic after all. Cassandra didn’t seem to be one of those fluff girls who couldn’t take a popping of a bubble or splash of wayward Potion without a squeal. She seemed cold and calculated and Niobe felt that annoyance replaced with liking even if the girl did lack warmth. The Hufflepuff smiled at Cassandra because even if the Ravenclaw had no warmth, Niobe did. “Pleasure to meet you! I’m Niobe Wattson, sixth year in Hufflepuff and we haven’t met.”
Any further possible conversation was cut off by the Professor beginning to talk. Niobe listened attentively, nodding here and there as she took in the information. Potion ingredients were familiar to her and so when she began to hear what they were an inkling of what they were brewing popped into her head. And at the mention of testing them on each other she felt excitement popping in as well. Practical application was always best, even if it was on other students.
As the class began to bustle Niobe turned to Cassandra. “I’ll go first if that’s alright.” No sense in arguing who went first or second when they had work to do. Adept hands started heat under her cauldron and began to cut ingredients. This was the one subject she could really feel good about since she sucked at everything with a wand so far. As each ingredient was added to the cauldron Niobe knew she was getting closer to a confusion draught. It wasn’t something she had brewed before but it wasn’t as difficult as other potions. She would just have to hope Cassandra was good at mixing antidotes though.
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