Post by Gabriel Adams on Jun 6, 2011 19:07:47 GMT -5
"Son of a bitch!"
Gabriel didn't swear a lot, at least not out loud. But god dammit that hurt. He resisted the urge to suck on his finger like a five year old and glowered at the lizard in his hand. They were nasty little buggers, and mildly venomous. It wouldn't kill him, but he'd probably have nightmares. That was nothing new - he could live with more nightmares. Their teeth weren't big, but it had been unexpected. Most of them squirmed and ran away, sometimes losing their tail in the process. This one had popped around, grabbed his hand and bit down like a little bitch.
He held it up, staring at it. The tail smacked around like it was completely independent of the lizard. Their venom might be useful, if it didn't get all used up on his fingers. Scowling, he shook it off his fingers and dropped it in to the bag with the rest of them. Hopefully they wouldn't turn out to be cannibalistic or something.
God damn that would suck a whole lot.
There was a broken board from the wall of the pitch on the ground. Carefully, slowly, he picked it up.
Sweet. Under the board was a clutch of eggs, spotted the same red color as the lizards. There were seven, and they barely fitted in to the pouch as his hip. He dropped them in one at a time, carefully. Hopefully they wouldn't hatch while they were in the bag. That too would be kind of a pain. Satisfied, Gabriel crawled out from under the bleachers and sat down - carefully - on the ground, keeping the bag of lizards in his lap. They squirmed and hissed, even trying to get him through the bag.
He rolled his eyes and tapped the bag with the wand he held. It wasn't his wand, but who cared? It worked. It had to work, or he would have a major problem. A wizard, especially a student, just couldn't work without a wand. Gabriel was sick of waiting for the vampire to bring his back. He probably never would, he'd probably burned it or sold it off to some hobo on the street for a pint of blood.
It wouldn't be surprising.
So why exactly was Gabriel Adams crawling under the bleachers of the Quidditch field looking for lizards? He needed them for a potion. The venom, and maybe other bits and pieces. Was it sad Gabriel felt a bit guilty taking the eggs with the intention of killing the contents? Yeah, considering he was a bit of a murderer, yeah it was.
Gabriel remained sitting, pulling one of the stunned lizards out and tying the bag shut. The mesh was thin enough that they could breathe but not so that they could claw their way out. Their tiny teeth were made for poisoning, not tearing. The sharp nip was enough to make most predators let go and take off. It really shouldn't be as painful as it was, but they had something in the venom that agitated the nerves.
And that was why Gabriel was getting them. The venom would be useful in his 'adventures'. Simulated pain - it would be so much easier, and less messy, than the way he usually went about things.
He'd hit the jack pot.
Gabriel kept a few vials in one of his bags - he'd acquired a lot of bags the last few days. The Ravenclaw now looked much more like a researcher than just a random creepy kid wandering around campus. He brushed his hair out of his face, sweat running down the back of his neck. The lizard was steadily regaining its senses, and in moments it would be snapping and squirming and trying to rot his fingernails off.
Okay, so he didn't know if that really happened, but it was a good a guess as any. It would certainly be an interesting effect, at any rate. Gabriel had no qualms about breaking their tails off. Like most lizards, their tails would grow back. With their magical properties, he'd be surprised if it didn't happen faster. That would prove useful, if he found something about their tails being useful in potions. If they couldn't help him, maybe he could sell them to a potions maker in Drakborough.
His finger was sore, but had stopped bruising. Gabriel held the lizard in one hand and the vial in another, placing the rim in front of the lizard's mouth. As the cold glass touched the lizard's jaw, that mouth popped up and fangs extended. He pushed down on the snout with a finger and venom dribbled down to the bottom.
He wondered how much venom was in a lizard. That would be the next step.
DERP!
Gabriel didn't swear a lot, at least not out loud. But god dammit that hurt. He resisted the urge to suck on his finger like a five year old and glowered at the lizard in his hand. They were nasty little buggers, and mildly venomous. It wouldn't kill him, but he'd probably have nightmares. That was nothing new - he could live with more nightmares. Their teeth weren't big, but it had been unexpected. Most of them squirmed and ran away, sometimes losing their tail in the process. This one had popped around, grabbed his hand and bit down like a little bitch.
He held it up, staring at it. The tail smacked around like it was completely independent of the lizard. Their venom might be useful, if it didn't get all used up on his fingers. Scowling, he shook it off his fingers and dropped it in to the bag with the rest of them. Hopefully they wouldn't turn out to be cannibalistic or something.
God damn that would suck a whole lot.
There was a broken board from the wall of the pitch on the ground. Carefully, slowly, he picked it up.
Sweet. Under the board was a clutch of eggs, spotted the same red color as the lizards. There were seven, and they barely fitted in to the pouch as his hip. He dropped them in one at a time, carefully. Hopefully they wouldn't hatch while they were in the bag. That too would be kind of a pain. Satisfied, Gabriel crawled out from under the bleachers and sat down - carefully - on the ground, keeping the bag of lizards in his lap. They squirmed and hissed, even trying to get him through the bag.
He rolled his eyes and tapped the bag with the wand he held. It wasn't his wand, but who cared? It worked. It had to work, or he would have a major problem. A wizard, especially a student, just couldn't work without a wand. Gabriel was sick of waiting for the vampire to bring his back. He probably never would, he'd probably burned it or sold it off to some hobo on the street for a pint of blood.
It wouldn't be surprising.
So why exactly was Gabriel Adams crawling under the bleachers of the Quidditch field looking for lizards? He needed them for a potion. The venom, and maybe other bits and pieces. Was it sad Gabriel felt a bit guilty taking the eggs with the intention of killing the contents? Yeah, considering he was a bit of a murderer, yeah it was.
Gabriel remained sitting, pulling one of the stunned lizards out and tying the bag shut. The mesh was thin enough that they could breathe but not so that they could claw their way out. Their tiny teeth were made for poisoning, not tearing. The sharp nip was enough to make most predators let go and take off. It really shouldn't be as painful as it was, but they had something in the venom that agitated the nerves.
And that was why Gabriel was getting them. The venom would be useful in his 'adventures'. Simulated pain - it would be so much easier, and less messy, than the way he usually went about things.
He'd hit the jack pot.
Gabriel kept a few vials in one of his bags - he'd acquired a lot of bags the last few days. The Ravenclaw now looked much more like a researcher than just a random creepy kid wandering around campus. He brushed his hair out of his face, sweat running down the back of his neck. The lizard was steadily regaining its senses, and in moments it would be snapping and squirming and trying to rot his fingernails off.
Okay, so he didn't know if that really happened, but it was a good a guess as any. It would certainly be an interesting effect, at any rate. Gabriel had no qualms about breaking their tails off. Like most lizards, their tails would grow back. With their magical properties, he'd be surprised if it didn't happen faster. That would prove useful, if he found something about their tails being useful in potions. If they couldn't help him, maybe he could sell them to a potions maker in Drakborough.
His finger was sore, but had stopped bruising. Gabriel held the lizard in one hand and the vial in another, placing the rim in front of the lizard's mouth. As the cold glass touched the lizard's jaw, that mouth popped up and fangs extended. He pushed down on the snout with a finger and venom dribbled down to the bottom.
He wondered how much venom was in a lizard. That would be the next step.
DERP!