Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 3, 2009 20:17:31 GMT -5
Maybe the poor boy had had enough. Maybe she ought to just un-petrify him and make him visible again. He'd be mad, sure, but he wouldn't be quite as mad as if she left him there. She was just about to let him up when she registered that someone was coming through the door.
Oh. Dear.
Morgan began to panic, but froze in her pose of resignation and exhaustion. It was Ashelle. And she thought...
Not good!
Morgan's mouth hung agape. She tried to say something, but no sound issued forth. She went pale. She was sure she was going to pass out or have a heart attack or something.
"It's not Malachy," she said weakly. Unfortunately, that was exactly the wrong thing to say, as Ashelle has sat upon Phugsius, and demanded to know who was invisible. Morgan's statement that it wasn't Malachy made it sound suspiciously like it was Malachy.
"It's Phugsius. We had a fight. I petrified him and made him invisible. I was...I dunno. I was angry. And now, now I don't know what to do!" Morgan had gone into full panic mode now. She even sort of forgot that Phugsius could still hear and see her.
"I never meant for it to go this far. I was just telling him I was sorry. I'm just so sick of fighting with him all the time. I don't like who I am around him."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 3, 2009 20:44:36 GMT -5
Now Ashelle knew she'd been right to come here even if she still couldn't admit it had been on a Legimental hunch. This would be were she proved herself to be a leader, truly deserving of the title of Head Girl. She might want to laugh and say that Phugsius deserved what he got especially after ruining her revenge on pretending-to-be-a-Professor Sparky, but that wasn't the Head Girl thing to do.
Morgan wanted the fighting to end did she? Ashelle locked the door and window with a swish of her wand. End it would.
"Well, this is the perfect opportunity then, wouldn't you say Morgan?" She summoned Phugsius's wand to her and put it away in her tote.
"This is a chance for both of you to hash out what is troubling you about each other and resolve to try not to do those things in the future." Ashelle put her hand out toward Morgan like she expected to be handed something.
"Give me your wand Morgan, I don't want curses and Jinx's flying back and forth while we talk things through. Once you both have worked this out I will give them back and we can forget this whole invisible petrifying thing ever happened," she said, smiling.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 3, 2009 21:26:01 GMT -5
She was going to pay. SHE... was going... to pay! The Slytherin prefect had done nothing to deserve this! All HE had wanted was some peace and quiet in the bath and not even that seemed like a pliable option during these troubling times. Private time was as scarce around here as was the Ravenclaw moral code apparently. It seemed to him that Morgan, after promptly taunting and insulting him, had invited Ashelle to come and join in on this prank.
"OHMIGODDESS, what is that invisible thing on the bench!"
Phugsius was on the verge of sending a hot wave of inferno through the room now. His anger bubbled under his skin and clearly in his eyes as an amber inferno raging to escape his body appeared. It would have lashed and burned the succubi into crispy chicken nuggets.
However, Morgan and Ashelle were saved from this wave of inferno by two things.
1. The fact that he was petrified
2. The high concentration of water in the air all but dulled his elementalism.
What was this going to be social hour? Phugsius had no intention of speaking to either of them. Not a word. Morgan had ruined his relaxation time, insulted him, petrified him, (molested him?), turned him invisible, embarrassed him to an unmatched extent. Morgan wondered why they fought?
However, Ashelle was just an unfortunate victim of guilt by association in this mess. She hadn't really done anything to Phugsius, in fact, she barely even spoke to him. Why would she agree to participate in such a situation? Was this revenge for saving her from losing her position as head girl, but ruining her prank in all her misguided anger? Well it was obvious what helping people got you around here...
There was no room for argument though, Phugsius was going to be really, really, angry. And despite his inability to move an eye twitched in quiet fury under all its invisibility.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 3, 2009 22:11:18 GMT -5
Did Ashelle seriously think she was going to voluntarily surrender her wand? That girl was out of her mind. Still, She had better go ahead and set Phugsius free. Morgan was sure that every second he was left captive was another second for his anger to build.
How was she going to combat his anger?
Ah!
She quickly draped the towel over his lap again. She dis-disillusioned him. She sent a powerful Cheering Charm at him. There, that ought to take the edge off his temper. And Ashelle had his wand.
"I'm sorry, Phugsius. I'm so sorry." She undid the petrify, and quickly cowered behind Ashelle. "I panicked. Especially when Ashelle came in. I wasn't expecting anyone to show up. But, I mean, at least your'e not petrified anymore, right?"
Hmm, didn't she have something in her bag for this occasion? Right, the Mercy potion. The one they used in some court cases when the two parties were really going at it. One sniff and a feeling of peace, well-being and brotherly love for others would pervade anyone who smelled it. HSe reached for the bottle and uncorked it.
The subtle smell wafted through the air, a bit stronger in the humid heat than normal. Once Morgan began to feel relaxed, she re-corked the bottle and put it back in her bag.
"Hey, Phugsius, man, let's stop fighting, okay? And Ashelle, give him back his wand, won't you? Poor kid's had a rough day, what with being sat on and petrified and sat on again and all." Her face had a big, relaxed grin on it. She felt really super content. Phugsius was an okay kind of guy, you know?
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 3, 2009 23:13:50 GMT -5
" Ok Morgan, that's a good idea!" said Ashelle, clearly under the power of the potion. She then handed Phugsius His wand and gave him a hug.
"She is right you know. It's better to have friends than enemies, friends can bail you out of stuff, you know?" For some odd reason, Ashelle's usual Irish accent had a cockney twang to it now. She let Phugsius go and pat him on the shoulder.
"But I still want you guys to shake hands and make up before I'll open that door. I suppose you could flush your self down the drain and stay enemies, but that wouldn't be a right smart move, now would it."
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 3, 2009 23:50:11 GMT -5
Morgan threw a towel over his unseen lap and made him visible. The look of anger described previously still stayed on his face. Now they were just smearing this whole event in his face with their talk of making up. This just made him want to take Morgans throat in between his fingers, especially when she tried to use a happiness charm so she wouldn't have to feel the full brunt of his anger. Unfortunately the cheering charm was devoured by the sheer animosity of the flame like tossing a bucket of water on a raging inferno. It would take a lot more than that.
Then Ashelle hugged him, seriously now they were treating him like a pet? The hug aimed to make him feel happier just incensed him more so. These girls had obviously never delt with an angry fire elementalist. Wait, Ashelle was a fire elementalist wasn't she?
Then he felt movement return to his body. A moment of silence passed through the room as he comprehended movement again. Then he began letting his angry voice project and echo through the room with the mist seeming to amplify the anger in his voice. He began moving toward Morgan, his hands outstretched ready to wring her neck. Her looks of fear seemed to dissolve as he neared her, "WHY YOU VEXATIOUS, INSUFFERABLE, DAFT GIRL I OUGHT TO..."[/color] His hands were inches from her neck when suddenly his angry temper was hurled asunder and a wave of calm energy seemed to replace the mountainous everlasting blaze that was previously taking ahold of his emotions. Unfortunately the potions feelings of peace and brotherly love were also amplified by his elementalism.
Now his outstretched hands, instead of being about to constrict Morgans throat, were now placed on her back as his arms embraced her in a tight loving hug. He was now as happy as a clam. "It's OK, Morgan, I understand having to learn the mysteries of the universe can take a toll and make you a wee bit testy, but it's OK now..." He pulled back from the hug and his emerald eyes were caught in hers. "We can kiss and make up for real..." Phugsius thrust his lips onto hers in a passionate kiss. The snake was in pure bliss...
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 5, 2009 21:11:38 GMT -5
Underneath the shiny, glittery haze of her potion-addled brain, Morgan wanted nothing more than to throttle Phugsius for daring to put his lips on her again. She wanted to tear him limb from limb. She wanted to maim him, dismember him and leave him bleeding on the cold marble floor, until all color leeched out of his face, leaving it ashen and lifeless.
She also wanted to kiss him back. Which was the only part which was able to penetrate the potion's hold. So, Morgan kissed him back, just as passionately. Part of her knew that this was going to be awkward when the potion wore off, but Morgan didn't really care. Not right now anyway.
She was too busy making out with Phugsius.
She even forgot Ashelle was still there. She was totally absorbed by her new, relaxed attitude and growing love an appreciation for Phugsius. Why had they even been fighting? There was nothing to fight about. Just a couple of humorous, easy to fix misunderstandings.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Sept 7, 2009 13:19:33 GMT -5
Ashelle was a bit shocked by this sudden fervent show of emotions but the calming potion in the air made her pass it off as just teenage stuff.
"Awrighty, well now that thats done . . ." She said and swished her wand again unlocking the door.
"You all have fun then, don't be fallin' in and drown'en' or I'll ave' to alert your Head's of House. Ave' a Nice even'en!"
And she gathered up her Soaps and walked out. Both calm Ashelle and regular Ashelle didn't exactly want to butt in on others PDA's. That wasn't very nice after all.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 7, 2009 13:52:25 GMT -5
Things were going great right now. No they weren't. Phugsius felt a complete calm inside as his lips were pressed against Morgans. That was for anywhere the potion hadn't gotten to. Really he felt the extreme urge to take Morgan and lay down on the floor with her. Damnit the potion was forcing any reason he had to the back of his mind and making him continue on with this wonderful, passionate expression of his feelings for Morgan Pendragon the girl who had made him a slave to her through a potion! Gahhhh! He took a heavy breath as he held her body closer. This sucked was nice. His hands slowly explored her body letting the tips of his fingers trace her curves. His gleaming body was still a little wet from the bath and was slowly being dried by the air.
In all this passion he was feeling he hadn't noticed Ashelle up and leave, making a stopper on this situation impossible that was okay though. Not The potion was penetrating deeper into his body now and controlling his mind. Damnit Not only that, in all the entwining, and touching, and kissing he had somehow backed Morgan into the tile wall. That was okay though it would let both their bodies get closer and with their bodies so would their hearts. Oh Merlin, really? He had really just thought that? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnn times were being had right now and why not make them a little more fun, he was in a towel after all, key word being was. Somewhere between there and here it had fallen off baring everything to her. He was like a pilot with absolutely no control of where the plane was going, and it looked like it was headed on a crash course to sex if someone didn't help, especially if Morgan was feeling the same way for him.
He reluctantly tore himself away from Morgan with a push off the wall and felt a little more in control of himself now. Why did he care? He and Morgan were friends now. "Shut up" he mumbled quietly under his breath to the passing thought. He quickly dove into the pool trying to put distance between himself and Morgan, and make himself a little more decent with the bubbles.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 7, 2009 15:40:10 GMT -5
Morgan barely registered Ashelle exit. She was a bit preoccupied with the hot hunk of man Phugsius's attentions. Being the athletic type, she knew her curves were not exactly voluptuous, but they were still there. And Phugsius seemed determined to find them all. Little gasps and noises escaped her lips whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot, and echoed all over the bathroom, amplifying and reverberating in erotic ways.
Her hands were busy with their own exploration. His muscles, while not grossly over-developed, were at that perfect state of lean hardness that Morgan found almost irresistible. Normally, she'd be a nervous wreck in a situation like this, but the potion whisked apprehension and inhibition out of the proverbial window, leaving her free to respond passionately to his passionate advances.
Oh dear.
The voice was small and weak, but there. The voice that Did Not Approve of this sort of rampant sex behavior. It begged Morgan to stop, but with the current fervor of movement and feeling, it was like an ant trying to stop a stampeding elephant.
She felt her back hit the wall gently. She felt his body crush up against hers. She felt the heat start somewhere in her belly and begin to spread. She was almost certain now of what was about to happen. And, all of a sudden, she wasn't so sure about wanting that.
She noticed, somewhat uncomfortably, that, in his lust, Phugsius had removed her bikini. Not that it was that hard, considering how skimpy it was. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not, wasn't it? The potion forced her now panicked mind to relax. A new wave of peace and tranquility rolled over her. It was going to happen.
"Shut up."
Phugsius had pulled away, leaving a now totally relaxed Morgan against the wall. She slumped down the wall, not even caring that she was nude. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked in a stupor.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 7, 2009 16:25:42 GMT -5
She was teasing him wasn't she? Her sighs, her moans, the potion, her body. Her hair looking wet and untamed... Morgan just seemed to radiate sexuality. Her seeming dissapointment that he had rejected her even turned him on and tease him, just so. If his lower half had been visable it would now be quite apparent what she was doing to him physically.
As it had taken most of his will to fight the potion before he was now a sitting duck and the potion freely flowed about controlling his emotions and his actions. He sat against the edge of the bath as he had done before. This time, however he sent a longing, lustful gaze over to Morgan. "You haven't done anything wrong at all, I just thought we might be a bit more comfortable in the water" A sultry smile crossed his lips. What was he doing? He mentally smacked himself before being absorbed back into his non-chalant attitude about Morgans nudity.
Infact, his eyes wandered over her naked skin with an alluring gaze. "I really do think we didn't get off on the right foot. Let me make up for that"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Sept 8, 2009 23:13:58 GMT -5
Yes, the water sounded quite comfortable.
A loose, relaxed sort of grin sketched itself over Morgan's features.
She kind of felt like she were floating over herself, and not really part of herself (if that made any sense).
She watched herself as she made her way back into the tub.
None of this felt quite real.
She was almost sure that at any moment she might wake up in Ravenclaw tower.
And strangely, she didn't care.
She looked over at Phugsius.
His eyes were just so mesmerizing.
She snuggled up really close to him, so she could stare into his eyes more clearly. "Dude, your eyes are totally amazing," she whispered, afraid that if she spoke too loud it might hurt his ears.
He had some hair in his face. She brushed it aside with her hand without really thinking about it.
"Like, they are, like, green. Really, really green. You know?"
Wait, why was she getting so close to Phugsius?
She tried hard, and forced her mind to backtrack. The Mercy Potion. The little brainiac inside her head started to reel. That potion was known to not only relax people, but to also cloud their ability to think clearly. And the smell was still thick in the air. Much thicker than it would have been anywhere else, thanks to the warm, humid nature of the bath, and the general lack of ventilation. She needed to get out of here, to get some fresh air, but, she just couldn't make herself move.
Slowly, her brain clouded over again, leaving her relaxed and calm.
She was here, where it was so nice and warm. And there was a nice warm boy right here too.
She kissed him again.
Yes, she was confident that this was the right move.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Sept 9, 2009 0:29:32 GMT -5
The way Phugsius had been acting any bystander might have thought Phugsius was willing to do this, but really he was screaming inside. He wanted to throttle Morgan for usuing such volatile potion on him to fill her desires. Unfortunately his body didn't hear him and continued on it's naked, sexually charged, tirade.
Phugsius wanted it to continue despite his previous thoughts. He wanted to keep going as soon as Morgan began snuggling up against him in the soapy water. He brought his arms around her and slowly caressed her shoulder. He met her dazzling red eyes with his emerald ones and gave her a loving smile.
He spoke in tiny whispers as she did to keep it low and discreet. "Yea, like, I dunno why we were even fighting, Morgan. This is much better than fighting especially because-" He was cut off as her soft lips began massaging his in a kiss. Phugsius let his lips massage back while letting one hand slowly slide down the contours of her body into the water where it slowly made it's way down to her knee. His other hand was wrapped around her pulling her closer to him as their lips continued to meet in a passion-filled, and possibly dangerous kiss.
His judgement had been shot, his willpower destroyed, he was naked and in a bath with a very attractive girl, and right now he was about to take it a step further as his hand slowly began to make t's way up her slender thigh. "No, no, no, please don't do this" his mind cried as his hand moved ever closer to her inner thigh.
The warm water and the potion seemed to work in communion to prod his hand forward and his breath quickened a little more in anticipation as his hand drew closer. He felt every ounce of himself trying to fight the urge to continue, but to no avail.
Meanwhile his lips had moved from Morgans down to her neck. He let his lips slowly work at her flesh while he used his free arm to slowly massage the back of her neck as his lips did the front. It felt everything slow down and his heart pick up it's already mildly fast pace.
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