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&&. OHGODITSLONGBOTTOM ! )
frank just laughed, shaking his head as he watched her work. “i’ve had a wanker as my partner before– third year my eyebrows got singed off.” he scoffed. “yes, yes. i know. i’ve been told a million times.”
ainsley chuckled, "merlin, now that would have been a funny sight." she turned to him, a hand on her hip, “and i’m assuming that still haven’t listened, then? considering how i just saved your arse from a potions distaster.”
&&. FRCWLE ! )
“and i don’t really want to know…” he kept playing with the slime, crinkling his nose every now and again. “um no… it’s not stinging… it’s not really doing anything but being slime.”
"well that was anti-climatic," ainsley said, scrunching her nose at his observation, “i expected it to do something, like change colors, but i guess you shouldn’t expect much from muggle objects.”
&&. OFMCCORMACK ! )
“Do what you’d like with your own potion and I’ll do what I want with mine.” He knew exactly what he was doing. Not every instruction in the book led him to success and he knew the tricks by now.
"i was only trying to be of assistance, you know,” she said in a nonchalant way, but on the inside, her anger was already beginning to surface, “but whatever, it’s not my fault that your potion’ll blow up in your face.”
VICTOIREWX
“Well lets hope.” Victoire reached for the ginger that was laid out on the table and sprinkled a little into the cauldron. She stirred the potion in the correct direction and it began to change to the desired colour. Victoire let out a sigh of relief, “Thanks for that. I’m glad I didn’t have to start over.”
ainsley peered over the girl’s shoulder to see the result of the almost-disaster the potion had been. she scrunched her nose, knowing that the potion won’t probably be as potent if it were done more correctly, but ainsley managed to put on a small smile, just because the other girl seemed relieved her potion didn’t turn into disaster. “always a pleasure to share my knowledge and expertise for those in need.”
OHGODITSLONGBOTTOM
“you’re bloody brilliant and i couldn’t have done it better myself.” frank snickered, hands on his hips as he watched her stir the pot. “indeed. here we are.”
“damn right i’m bloody brilliant,” she responded quickly. “and count yourself lucky you didn’t get an absolute wanker as your partner, or this--” ainsley gestured to the contents of the cauldron-- “would have exploded in your faces. potions is very precise, you know.”
ANGUSCARROW
“The instructions in the book are wrong,” he said, his voice barely loud enough to be audible. That was his usual speaking tone—it was either that or screaming, but he rarely found a reason to scream.
"that... the book--” ainsley was still at a loss for words. she remembered -- knew -- that the book said to stir clockwise, but angus did the exact opposite and got their desired results. "i mean, you might be right on that.” she finally said, though it was in a quieter tone, so only angus could hear. merlin, she hated admitting that she -- or the book -- was wrong.
( frcwle )
“Slime?” He replied, wary of what it is he’d gotten himself into. “I… why?” Finn was fascinated for a moment before crinkling his nose. His parents wouldn’t like the fact he enjoyed this muggle item. “It’s… gooey? A little cold? I don’t know…”
"yes, slime,” ainsley nodded, “you have no idea how hard it was to find the ingredients, or at least substitutes. i have no idea why muggles like this gooey thing,” she mentally took note of what finn was saying about the slime, “is it stinging, any reactions from the slime itself? try jiggling around, maybe?”
( CASWARBECK )
The judgemental stares of the surrounding classmates didn’t have an effect on Caspian’s behaviour.She didn’t have anything to prove to others and rationalised the current commotion she started to herself.If the professor decided to give her a detention then so be it.The sky wouldn’t fall and she’d be able to follower her dream without passing potions of all things. Losing points for Gryffindor would make the situation slightly more difficult.However , Caspian was sure she had enough charm to smooth it over.“You’re like a ticking time bomb.I could let you treat me like shit and you’d still find a way to explode.”
listen, ainsley loved attention, practically lived for when people’s eyes are on her, praising her. except that the attention she’s getting in the potions classroom isn’t exactly the kind of attention she wants. so she just huffed and continued to stir the potion until it reached the desired color-- blue. “there we go,” she muttered, waving her wand over the potion, as what the book said. “we’re done.” then, turning to her potions partner, she continued, “well maybe next time you could ask professor for another partner if i’m such a ticking time bomb.”
( WEASLEYSLUCE )
rhetorical. ❝ oh. ❞ if lucy had a free hand and no understanding of social expectations she would slap herself. ❝ yes ❞ she said, and then turned her full attention back to the potion. she was embarrassed, and as it were there was no point continuing with the conversation.
maybe ainsley should have been nicer, but it would probably be too late by now, because the weasley girl had already resorted to one-sentence replies. “i mean, if you’re making a sleeping draught, all you have to do is wave your wand, and you’re practically done.” ainsley informed.
( CASWARBECK )
Pairing two of the most highly strung students in Hogwarts together for potions was a recipe for disaster.Both Ainsley and Caspian were ticking time bombs in their own right.“If you’re such a fucking expert stir the bloody thing yourself instead of just spewing unhelpful bitchy quips."They snapped pushing the spoon to the other side of the cauldron.For somebody with a huge ego Caspian that academics didn’t come naturally to them and didn’t need anybody else pointing that out without giving any advice.
If Ainsley wasn’t angry before, she was angry now. Her fists curled up into balls as she tried to control her anger to prevent another rage episode, but it was almost impossible. “You know what?” She seethed, still trying to keep the patience that was slowly slipping away, “I’ve had it to here with you!” Her voice wasn’t exactly at shouting level, but most of their classmates have already turned to stare at the commotion. Then, upon noticing the stares from around, Ainsley took a deep breath and grabbed the spoon, stirring it correctly. “I’m trying not to get angry, and you’re making it really bloody difficult.”
( WEASLEYSLUCE )
❝ appreciated ❞ she said, correcting her stirring method, ❝ if i didn’t die in the blast, flitwick would kill me himself. ❞ lucy look at the older girl sideways, shrugging lightly. ❝ i didn’t get the best sleep last night. but it’s fine. ❞ she would make sure she was more focused from here on out. there was no way she was getting herself expelled … or destroying school property.
ainsley shrugged, her lips curling up into a smirk. "always a pleasure to share my knowledge and expertise.” mentally, she rolled her eyes as the weasley girl explained her predicament. “that question was rhetorical, and it isn’t my problem. but, hey, at least you’re brewing a sleeping draught.” she paused, and then: “you are making a sleeping draught, right?”
( VICTOIREWX )
“Dammit! You’re right.” Victoire mentally scolded herself for making such a stupid mistake. “Do you think there’s a chance it’ll still turn out right?”
"i mean, if you put a dash of ginger shavings, you MIGHT be able to save it, but my best bet is to start all over again.”
( GREENGRCSSX )
The sound of the girl’s complaints aggravated Celeste to the point of walking over to the potions table herself. “Potions doesn’t seem to be your thing. You’re free to leave,” she practically commanded of the other. “Looks like you could use a better hand. I hope I didn’t scare away your partner.”
A look of surprise was on Ainsley’s face as the girl told her partner to leave, which was soon replaced by a look of amusement. “Not at all,” she nodded, her lips curling up into a slight smile, “He was useless anyways, didn’t know the different between rose petals and rose powder. Anyways, I’m assuming you’re here to help?”
( FRCWLE )
He eyed her warily before holding out his hand. “People always say that before the thing bites.”
ainsley huffed, pulling a small container from underneath her robes. “this–” she said, holding out the container, which contained some kind of glittering liquid. “is called slime. it’s different from wizard slime from spells gone wrong, apparently, because the muggles make these on purpose.” she opened the container, dumping its contents onto his hand. “so, any observations? any remarks?”
( WEASLEYSLUCE )
lucy started, the girl’s familiar voice cutting through the fog on her brain. ❝oh! ❞ she said, embarrassed, ❝ thanks! ❞ she hadn’t been sleeping well as of late, old nightmares triggered by the kidnappings, and apparently it showed.
ainsley’s brows furrowed at the girl’s all-too "no problem, just preventing the school from blowing up, is all, weasley,” she sighs, “besides, how in merlin’s name do you almost-mess up one of the easiest potions ever?”
( FRCWLE )
“I was going to say a butterbeer but three galleons is good too.”
"You could have told me that before I offered you three galleons!” She sighs, “Fine. Three galleons. Now hold your hand out. Don’t worry, it won’t bite.”
( ANGUSCARROW )
Angus didn’t pay her any attention, continuing to stir counter clockwise before he abruptly stopped, counting for five seconds, then giving it one stir clockwise, the potion rapidly changing to the desired color before their eyes. “I know what I’m doing,” he replied quietly.
Ainsley’s eyes widened as he continued to stir counter clockwise, holding an arm over her face lest the potion explodes, “Listen, if you just--” but the potion didn’t explode. In fact, it turned to the color it was expected to have. Her jaw dropped. “I-- I must have read the book wrong.”
