Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 3, 2009 1:33:05 GMT -5
Leseur had now decided that heading down into the dungeon during the day would be a much better idea. He would soon have what he would need to make the Lycans a force to be reckoned with.
He strode down the dark dungeon corridors the cold dungeon stone, once again, slapping under his feet. His robe, once again, whipping behind him as he moved with the grace of a ballet dancer. He managed to reach the potions class without any confrontation, luckily.
He had brought a list of ingredients he would need for plant food, his classes, and some "secret projects". He hadn't labeled any of the ingredients under any specific category on the note.He had put them in there at different points to throw a little randomization into his list so that anyone who might look at it would think it was like a grocery list.
He gathered all the materials into a few burlap bags he had brought with him and carried them out of the room back into the hall way.
Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 3, 2009 16:20:18 GMT -5
Wyndham was in his office in the dungeon, surveying the room happily. The cold stone walls were bare and dank. They weren't outrightly wet, but definately had a feel of moisture to them. There were holes in the walls were he supposed had been wrought iron rings in the past. Perhaps the castle's more important prisoners had been interrogated in this very room. He could swear some of the stains looked like blood.
Shelves of ominous looking potions ingredients lined the wall behind his desk, looking like some kind of sick museum. Some of them were beginning to smell awful; Wyndham made a note to himself to refresh the spells put on them. He probably needed to rearrange them all and keep some of the more dangerous ingredients under warding spells. However, that was a matter for another day. He had only just arrived after all, and had yet to unpack.
Wyndham was just beginning to put his things in order when he heard something coming from the potions classroom. He stopped and stood straighter, straining to hear more. It sounded like the faint tinkling of glass. That was funny. He had just arrived. Surely the students were that eager to start class. Deciding to investigate he made his way out to the potions classroom. It was completely empty. Normally he would have left well enough alone, but he supposed that he was a teacher now and had to be more thorough. He walked out into the hallway to see a familiar figure.
"Professor Follet, my old friend. How nice to see you again," he said sardonically walking up to the white haired man. Wyndham's eyes moved downwards to rest on the burlap bag that Follet was carrying. As thickheaded as he may be, Wyndham wasn't a complete fool. " What brings you down here to the dungeons on a wonderful day like this. Surely you have some plants to tend to in the greenhouses?"
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Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 3, 2009 16:38:48 GMT -5
Leseur's eyes seemed to narrow for a moment as he heard the man's voice he recognized so well. Leseur did not like this man for so many reasons and he wouldn't be surprised if the already extensive list would keep growing. He had tried to interrupt Talon and Rezna's love for each other. This was the most prominent issue if Leseur had written a list.
He turned around with a smile on his face. "Well, Monsieur Weendam, what a wondearful surprise," an obviously false tone of happiness in his voice. "I ad no idea we ad a new potions professeur" Wyndham would surely have an issue with him borrowing his potions ingredients. He would have to try anyway. "Speeking of plants, I was just grabbeeng some ingrediaunts to make plant food, and for a lesson for my classes. I ope you don't mind, monsieur?"
This man would obviously have to be reasoned with. Apologizing to this man for the other day at Joker's was out of the question, and so was befriending this man. "Of ceourse, anytheeng you may need from my green house eez open to you az well, and of ceourse there eez no need for me to tell thee eadmastear you were tryeeng to get eez girlfriend eento bed weeth you". Leseur let a little hint of a threat show in his voice. "I'm seure we can find some common ground, no?"
“Ohh, blackmail. Cool beans.” Came the sardonic voice of Belladonna, a smirk curling her rosy lips. She had no idea when she’d come down that she’d stumble upon this kind of situation. She’d merely been hoping to use the empty potion’s room to brew up some instant darkness mist and a mild truth serum or two. But this would prove to be much more entertaining.
The petite Ravenclaw strutted into the room, charcoal robes swirling around her in what she hoped to be a dramatic entrance until… She tripped. Over her own feet. She stumbled headlong into the Herbology professor, proceeding to knock his bag onto the floor before landing with a thump next to it. Her rather pale cheeks started to color in embarrassment until her verdant gaze landed on what appeared to be a potion’s ingredient that had fallen from the man’s bag.
“What? No, why would…” she muttered to herself, quickly whipping out her miniature Potion Master’s Encyclopedia. Flipping to a page somewhere near the middle of the book she found the page with the ingredient’s picture, proceeding to refresh her memory over it’s uses. A rather volatile potion ingredient was lying inches away from her, one with a multitude of nefarious uses. But no herbology or fertilizing uses.
“Why do you have that?” she demanded haughtily, unaware or uncaring that she was speaking rather rudely to a professor. Slipping her wand subtly into her hand, she kept hidden at her side but ready for use at a moment’s notice, many self defense and offensive hexes running through her mind.
Ooc: Sorry… Couldn’t help myself. XD
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2009 19:00:32 GMT -5 by belladonna
Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 5, 2009 12:25:56 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the delayed response!
"Girlfriend?" he asked, confused. "I didn't even know he had a girlfriend." Then he remembered the blonde which he had in fact tried to charm. "Cordelia? She's his girlfriend? So he did use that love potion that I gave him! That son of a warlock!" He laughed, happy that his potion had been of assistance. However, that was not the matter at hand.
It was clear to Wyndham that Follet had some ulterior motive to collecting those potions ingredients. He didn't know exactly what motivations a Herbology Professor could have, but by the look on Follet's face it probably couldn't be anything good. Of course that may have been Wyndham's bias against the man, but he didn't care. Clearly this man wasn't going to show him what he had taken, but Wyndham was saved from outrightly asking him what was in the bag when a girl stumbled in. She somehow managed to make an ingredient fall out of the bag, and then demanded to know what he was doing with it. Wyndham had experienced this man's temper firsthand, and wasn't about to let this girl experience it as well. She had helped him, and the least he could do was keep her out of trouble. Giving her a surreptitous wink, he reached down and picked up the bottle.
"Yes Follet, what are you doing with this? I can't think of any Herbology lesson with it and as far as I'm aware it doesn't go into any plant food. Unless you've managed to brew a new one. As the Potions Master, I may have a professional interest in the matter," he said giving him a smile.
"And I'll need to see the rest of the ingredients you took as well. For inventory reasons," he added cheerfully. "I need to know how many things to order from the Apothecary."
Last Edit: Aug 5, 2009 12:29:14 GMT -5 by Arthur Wyndham
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Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 5, 2009 13:50:56 GMT -5
Leseur had just proposed to make Arthur a person on Talon's least favorite people list for trying to bed Rezna, when some bumbling Raven claw came tumbling down the stairs and collided into him sending the sack onto the ground spilling an ingredient that they figured had no herbology-realated uses. A wave of annoyance passed over Leseur's face. This girl knew nothing of herbology, clearly. He would explain all this in due time, however, first thing was first.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw for a compleete and uttear lack of reespect. You deed not eeven apologize for knocking me ovear, nor did you address me as a professeur. Eef I hear such a lack of reespect from you again I weel make eet feefteen". That would at least keep her from addressing him in such a disrespectful fashion. "Regardless of what you theenk reespect eez always warranted" With that he scooped up the lost potion ingredient and placed it in the bag.
In a less annoyed tone and more knowledgeable than anything Leseur continued with his explanation. "What your leetle book as told you eez that there are no uses for that ingredient that you know of. Eef you ad taken my class you may know thees. I do not operate based on seelly text books. I ave found that thee best way to learn is through experiance. What my experiance as told me eez that thee ingrediant you saw, eez that eet makes a good sedateeve for thee more feerocious specimens"
With that he turned around to look at Wyndham. Leseur held out his ingredients list for the arrogant man to take. "Eef you want to know what I took, ere eez a leest. I can tell you that some ingrediants weel not show up as normal for anyone who does not ave extenseeve experience in erbology"
He gave the man a few moments to read over the list. "Are you sateesfied?"
Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 20, 2009 13:51:51 GMT -5
Wyndham had expected the man to react defensively to the girl. She had accused him after all, but his defenses were clearly lacking. His answers had been just vague enough to offer a general response, but still illicit Wyndham's suspicions. He took the list from the Herbology Professor and looked it over. Most of the items were general ingredients for potions, easily available from any apothocary. Of course, he did work in the castle and had a right to use the supplies for teaching purposes.
There were a few items which drew Wyndham's attentions, but who was he to complain about odd-looking ingredients when he himself had unorthodox methods of brewing potions. Perhaps it was his own personal bias, but he knew that he couldn't let Follet leave with these ingredients. The man had effectively stopped him from what he wanted earlier, and it was time for retaliation.
"These ingredients are highly unorthodox, but they must work for you to go through the trouble of secretly taking them," he said with a cheeky smile. "But I admit, my interest is piqued. I'm always looking for new ways to improve my potions. You must show me this new innovation of yours."
"Since you have to make this plant food anyway, why not do it right now?" he said, bending down and picking up the bag. "Come, I'll even brew it for you if you give me the instructions. As the Potion's Master, maybe I can lend some of my expertise to your potion."
Bag in hand, Wyndham walked back into the potions classroom, motioning Follet to follow. "I admit, I am curious to see how some of these ingredients would react in a potion."
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Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 20, 2009 18:20:58 GMT -5
Face kept emotionless, Leseur looked into the arrogant mans eyes as thoughts rumbled through his brain. This Wyndham obviously wanted verbal warfare and right now he held the advantage being that he was the potions master. The master of the ingredients that were in the burlap sack which he had held moments ago. Leseur was a quick thinker however and so thusly, he laid down arguments which did hold a good poriton of truth to them, obviously with a few lies stealthily snuck in.
"Monsieur, you are meestaken. I ad no idea you wear goeeng to be thee posheens mastear. Eef I ad I wood ave most defeenately asked you first. There eez no secrecy ere. I deed geeve you thee leest of ingrediants, no?" Leseur let a wide smile adorn his face.
"But I admit, my interest is piqued. I'm always looking for new ways to improve my potions. You must show me this new innovation of yours. Since you have to make this plant food anyway, why not do it right now?"
This was working out far too well. It seemed Leseur would have to shake the tree a bit after those words, "Alas eet eez unfortunate that I keep thee othear ingrediants een thee green house" He eyed the man with a still superficial smile. The Frenchman slowly continued onward in this battle of wits and words. "Eef you want you want eet would not be completely out of thee question for you to come down to thee greenhouse weeth me and watch me make thee posheens, of ceourse you would ave to leave your wand behind. I don't want to reesk disrupting thee growth cycle of thee plants. They are veree temperamental to even thee slightest magical deesturbance aftear all". Leseur saw this decision going to ways, but, Arthur Wyndham was a cunning dog, Leseur would admit it . However this dog was no match for the white wolf. This is what Leseur knew.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2009 18:21:39 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 24, 2009 15:54:28 GMT -5
Damn it! There was no way that this man was going to back down was there? Wyndham had thought surely as soon as he took possesion of the bag that Follet would give up. Even the hardest to find ingredients could be bought in another manner. There were plenty of people willing to sell in secrecy. The right apothecary could be bought at the right price. But perhaps Follet desired a decisive victory over Wyndham as well. It looked as if neither of the two men's stubborn pride would yeild.
And what in Merlin's name was the man thinking? A flicker of surprise flashed across Wyndham's face as Follet made his proposition. There were two things that Wyndham knew for sure. One, there was no way in hell he was going to walk into the Herbology Professor's greenhouses without his wand. Two, he was not going to let go of this precious bag. It was at this moment that Wyndham realized that there was no way that either of them would get out of this completely clean.
"If they are so temperamental to magic, then perhaps the greenhouses aren't the best place to make a potion," he pointed out matching Follet's superficial smile with his own. "Even the most benign of potions leak some amount of magic. As I said before, why not just make it here? I will be happy to wait for you to fetch the proper ingredients."
And yet, Wyndham was curious. Why was this professor trying to lure him into his greenhouses? Yes, this mad had threatened him with physical harm before, but that was under different circumstances. They were both teachers, and surely even Follet knew the danger in attacking a fellow collegue. However he could not let this man win. If he had to follow him into his area of power, so be it. Wyndham had never been one to make rational decisions, but he knew that he had to level the playing field.
"But as the logic follows, if my wand is such a danger to those plants yours must be as well. We both must relinquish our wands if we are to walk into that greenhouse." He gave the professor a challange which no sane wizard would take.
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Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 24, 2009 17:40:02 GMT -5
Listening as Wyndham gave him an easy way out of this situation, Leseur let his superficial smile turn into a much more genuine one. The French man could go to "get his ingredients" and then never come back. Leseur knew that not every battle could be a victory. Sometimes it was better to retreat and fight again another day, than to continue fighting and have all your plans destroyed. Cowardice seemed to win over the day in this situation, as made evident in the fact that the stubborn man would refuse to come to his greenhouse.
Wyndham suddenly made another interesting remark and his previous thoughts of retreat leaned toward a more favorable option. "If they are so temperamental to magic, then perhaps the greenhouses aren't the best place to make a potion,"
"Well monsieur," He began in a happily sarcastic tone, "don't you theenk I've feegaered out ways around thees leetle problem? Eet eez not so ard to find Osmosees bulbs to place around posheens that I make". Whether Arthur knew about Osmosis bulbs was completely up to chance. Leseur decided that instead of risking one of the adventurous students coming into his green house and casting spells when Leseur wasn't around, he placed osmosis bulbs which absorbed most magical energy. They were common place in most green houses where ignorant students were in abundance. As implied they absorbed magical energies putting a damper on spells and significantly lessening those same energies that were emitted by potions.
"Eef you weesh to come watch then I weel, of ceourse, leeve my wand behind as well, monsieur..." he let his voice trail off and Leseurs face showed how he truly felt about this rude, obnoxious, meddling man. It would seem as if his plan to curse Wyndham while he was in the green house was foiled. It would seem as if his dasterdly plan had come to ruins and all because of Wyndhams intellectual prowess to disarm him. However, appearances were deceiving. Leseur would win he day. He reluctantly pulled his wand out of his robes and held it out in front of Wyndham. A natural tone of displeasure filled his voice. "Shall we go?"
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2009 17:46:38 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 26, 2009 17:31:44 GMT -5
"Osmosis bulbs, yes of course," he blustered. As it happened, he had absolutely no idea what osmosis bulbs did, but he couldn't let the herbology professor know that. As the Potion's Master, Wyndham had to have a good mastery of plants often used in potions. No doubt Follet was already thinking of ways to get him fired. Aside from a black eye or two, hopefully he was in no greater danger than unemployment.
Wyndham was fully expecting the man to refuse to his request, or at least insist that he disarm in his own offices in the greenhouses. When Follet took out his wand, he knew that he was screwed. There was absolutely no way that he could back out now and still retain his dignity.
"Don't worry, our wands will be safe here," he said waving his own around. The gorgoyle, which students used to wash their cauldrons, in the corner of the room sprang to life and hobbled towards the door. "I've made it so that he will only let either of us enter the room in our absence. The password will be 'Osmosis Bulbs'."
He sit his wand down on the table, his smile looking disgustingly cheerful. Wyndham walked out of the room, keeping a tight hold onto the ingredients bag. It was his one advantage over Follet, and undoubtedly he had to give it up as soon as they entered the greenhouses. Until then, he wouldn't take any chances.
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