Ordered by the members of the clinic. According to them, Raphael needed a break, nature would help, no humans around, heavenly energy was plentiful.
It would do the angel good! Stress reduction. Getting out!
Certainly good advice.
The path through the forest was straight and easy and he did feel better! Until he stepped into nothing.
The vertigo and horrific cold that followed did not make it better. Neither did the sensation of falling… or the loss of any heavenly connection.
Dropping from your own universe never felt great.
Especially when It was not intentional.
Focussing on the fact that she had practice and knew how to get back… helped, at least.
Her knees and shins and hands hit a surface to… not hurt much… at all.
No scrapes, no broken bones, only a slight strain. Huh.
Staring at her hands, she slowly took a few deep breaths, heavy weight on her back reminded her of the unfortunate side effect of being an angel and powerless. Wings are heavy, it’s just a fact.
Alright. Time to find her counterpart in this universe an-
A throat was cleared.
And Raphael turned her attention to the noise. And her eyes widened.
“You are welcome to stay, lovely sight that you are. An explanation for your presence in my private quarters is… not truly necessary… but well…” He sounded terribly amused.
She stared at a person that was… an Asmodeus. And she stared. Her hands dropping to the bed.
The situation came crashing into her head and she was an unknown angel in a hell-lords -emperors? – bed with half-shredded clothes, presenting their wings and this is the hell lord of lust and wore a bathrobe and was alone. And. Not her patient.
The blush that spread on her face and to her ears was very much an unpleasant experience, especially since her eyes went everywhere and she rubbed the back of her neck: “I- I’m simply here because… I’m- I-“
“- couldn’t wait to end up here?” He grinned. It didn’t help her.
“… … … yes?” She held one hand up in an offering gesture and making a bit of a face.
This version’s amusement wasn’t any less attractive. It wasn’t fair.
He chuckled, one brow raised: “Interesting. You don’t sound sure. Points for boldness, though”
“Uh~” She didn’t feel sure. But remained seated on his bed.
After a minute of looking, he made himself more comfortable in the pillows and made a beckoning motion.
Raphael followed that motion and crawled over, settling in a kneeling position over his thighs, blanket securely wrapped around Asmodeus legs.
The archdemon stared at this, laughed and shook his head, then said: “So… six wings, mh? I should know you. But I don’t. So, I am Asmodeus, leader of the second circle of hell, pleased to welcome you to my bed”
Turned out there were even more applicants for the funding. Sometimes Henoch wondered if some subjects even deserved to be called sciences. Minerology was all fine and good. Until people talked about their effect on wildlife and the stones being 'endangered'. How do you even...
… or maybe he misheard that and the animals were endangered.
Maybe.
Fact was: These people were not meant to talk. Not in front of an audience, at least. He understood maybe half of it... and the rest made up no context to enlighten this half. It was just a big mess.
This theology-professor had spend the last half hour with getting increasingly confused.
And he'd always thought Raphael was talking too much nonsense. Really, he should go easier on him. He at least got his point across. Miss Jibril, too , but the other three? He... wasn't eve sure what the projects were about.
Mh.
This conundrum almost made him forget about the odd-smelling couple. WERE they a couple, now?
Since Raphael usually wore his heart on his sleeve, he doubted it, but... who knew? Some people were full of surprises.
But this one?
Nononono. He had ENOUGH surprises in him. Got to draw a line somewhere.
So. Abomination-smell.
He clearly smelled it while she passed, too, wishing him good luck, he replied the same.
… as much as their honest tone showed true christianity, maybe there WAS something going on?
It was odd.
Raphael hugged him before he went, thanked him for staying and... went away. Most likely 'refreshing his perfume', too. Mh.
It was food for thought, at least.
The next very morning... Miss Jibril, in the hall, did not smell of anything but her usual, lovely self. She greeted him with a smile and went on to her part of the university. Most likely wrangling some cuttlefish into submission.
His friend wasfoud in the break-room. He was not as well-put-together as her and looked distinctly unhappy, but still greeted him all the same. Also had brought the usual morning-tea with him. Something was different. About halfway Henoch's own monologue about his students he noted what it was: For once in his life, Raphael had followed the cafeteria-rule of NO LABCOATS ALLOWED.
Maybe that was why he looked so distraught.
No. Apparently it was due to his labcoat having been stolen during his first visit in the break room this morning.
A quick check with the clock told the religious man that it was seven in the morning right there and then. He had not actually wanted to know when this 'first visit' had happened. But he still asked.
… no one should be alive at four in the morning.
Especially not two people that steal each other's labcoats.
Mh.
Here he was, though. And left in a better mood. That's something.
When Wayne Hopkins was first introduced to Amortentia, he was sitting in the back of his N.E.W.T Potions class. He wasn’t exactly paying attention, but he got the gist of it.
Amortentia was the strongest love potion in the world, according to Professor Slughorn, and it smelled differently to each person. Granger was the first to confess to the class what she could smell in the fumes. Each student in turn got to sniff the potion, the girls and Wayne more eager than the boys.
When he inhaled the smoke from the Amortentia, Wayne could smell three distinct scents. The first was the smell of an ocean breeze. It was the smell of the wind on the beach. Having grown up in East Lothian, Scotland, Wayne had close access to beaches. He grew up playing in the sands and shrieking whilst running through the cold shallows. When his father was still around, they would go fishing at sunset. Even though Wayne never caught anything but waves, those were his favorite days. When his sister was a toddler, he took her out for picnics in the sand, collecting rocks, and building sand castles. Wayne has always felt a close connection to the beach. Perhaps this is the reason that his patronus and his animagus form is an osprey. He watched the majestic birds catching fish as a kid, always wanting to ride the air currents with them.
The second scent was the smell of his parents bathroom. Before his father left, Wayne’s parents used to have a little friendly competition to see who could take a shower first. They would run to the kitchen, race to eat their breakfast, and then sprint to the shower, laughing all the while. Wayne was to young to understand if one of them let the other win and take all the hot water. Now, looking back, he supposes that it was because they loved each other. After they had finished taking their perspective showers, Wayne would go in and brush his teeth (he preferred nightly baths). The bathroom would always smell of his dad’s soap and his mother’s shampoo. It was the smell of a couple madly in love. Nowadays, the family bathroom smells like women. It smells like his sister’s shampoo, his grandmother’s lotion, and his mother’s body wash.
Although the first two scents were easy to decipher, the third was a bit of a challenge. The smell was more obscure. It was the faint smell of boy. Not the unpleasant, sweaty, dirty boy, but the smell of an over used shirt. It was warm, deep, and inviting. It was whispers by the common room fireplace. It was laughing and play wrestling in the grass on the grounds. It was sitting too close at the dining hall tables, just to playfully steal from each others plates. To Wayne, that was the smell of love.