[prince-parker-phillips]

chelseagripling​:

‘ uhm , hi ? ‘ chelsea waved her phone in the air , the texts to parker totally unanswered . ‘ are you still letting me have your notes this term ?  or did you forget all about it ? ‘ she sure hoped parker didn’t because if there was one class she needed the most help with , it was her intro to potions class . again .

Parker nodded, suddenly remembering the brunette asking for his stuff from last semester about a week ago. "Sorry, Chelsea right? It's been a crazy morning." He shuffled out of the kitchenette and  down the small hallway to his room. After a moment of loud rustling, he returned with a thick binder complete with color coded tabs. "Here we are! Potionology I." He held it out to her with a big, signature Parker smile. "So, did you end up at that party last night?" He said making conversation.  

@chelseagripling​

[prince-parker-phillips]

rachelsem​:

         she shook her head profusely. it wasn’t as if she suddenly became distrusting of the people around her, but she certainly wasn’t gonna take another chance with another kind of drink from someone she didn’t quite well know. one more instance of what looked like the undead coming out of the ground and rachel could be scrambling back to connecticut and heading straight for boot camp the next week. “i’m sober. and i was sober, i was just .. curious about this whole setup. i’ve seen people come by and stuff. are you a licensed bartender or something?” or something, like lime ricky from the old days and his neverending stash of root beer, great after particularly jarring missions.

"Uh," Parker was unsure if this was a joke. Often, other people's jokes (generally at his expense) went over his pretty brunette head. "No, I- I mean sorta. Not Licensed or anything. Put I make potions to cure hangovers. Are you a freshman?" It wouldn't be the first time a lost new student stumbled upon his dwelling. He poured a glass of water for her instead and set it on the counter nearest her.

@rachelsem​

[prince-parker-phillips]

cobwebpotions​:

with two lectures down and two more still to go, sloane silently cursed herself for spilling her espresso on the pavement during her morning commute to class. the effects of last night were beginning to take a toll on her, and there was only so much concealer one could use to hide the bags under their eyes. fetching the compact mirror from her handbag, sloane did a quick touch-up before returning the item to her bag, using her other hand to knock. once inside the boy’s dorm, she didn’t waste time with formalities. “save your twisted bloody mary for someone who needs it, cowboy,” she retorted, waving it off with her hand. sloane had been using the same elixir — a blend of ginger, turmeric, and chamomile — to cure hangovers since she was a sophomore in high school. from that moment on, she hadn’t had to deal with a single migraine. "you took something last night that belongs to me and i’d like it back, please.” she couldn’t see them from her line of sight which in turn only fueled her agitation. “the pants, where are they?”

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Parker cringed as she mentioned the pants. He and Marshall had spent at least an hour last night drunkenly trying to shimmy, shake, and sliver his way out of the purple death traps. They used magical and normie tips and tricks. The used every lubricant they had. Finally, they gave up on trying to save the structural integrity of the garment and finally freed Parkers thighs with a risky swipe of their lone kitchen knife. Thank the stars Parker's mother had taken so much time to teach him some general housekeeping spells or the things would have been ruined.

"No worries," his voice cracked ever so slightly, "They are right over here." The pants in question lay over the back of the sofa, perfectly pressed and re-stitched at the seam. He picked them up gently and held them out to her. Sloane was intimidating. Beautiful and funny, of course, but truly frightening. He hoped she wouldn't somehow notice that her clothes had been in tatters just hours ago. If he had known they where Sloane's and not Magenta's, he might've been more careful.

@cobwebpotions​

[prince-parker-phillips]

“Yeah dude, of course! C’mon in.“ Parker waved for the 1,001st student to darken his doorstep this morning to follow him inside. He had woken with the sun, reached over to the water bottle drunk Parker had left for him last night and gulped it down. Unlike his undead roommate, the young Mr. Phillips couldn’t sleep in. In his three years at the school he had quite the reputation for concocting the campus’ most potent hangover potion. It could kick any drug or drink, magical or normie, out of your system within the hour. For 20 bucks and a visit to the strangely decorated dorm, you too could be feeling right as rain. But he had to start mixing now if he was to make enough to cover the damages of last nights event. He had been working so hard, he barely noticed the hours passing. By the time the cauldron was empty enough to close up shop, it was nearly 11am. “You’re lucky, this is the last one of the batch. Just a minute later and you might’ve missed it. I’ll drink mine with you,” He smiled and took two plastic cups from the jam packed cabinet.