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”If you were going to go through the trouble of forcing me all the way here, you could have least acquired some decent liquor to convince me to stay.”
[ slender fingers trace the bottle of cheap wine before he draws his hand back with disdain. god, what he wouldn’t give for a glass of amontillado. ]
[ andrew rolls his eyes at lucien’s comment, but is too proud of the skill he just demonstrated to feel any kind of embarrassment. taking a root out of the corked bottle, he eyes the lumpy thing skeptically, then glances back at the mortar and pestle he crushed the snake fangs with. ]
I guess I have to smash this too.
“Either way, we’ll only need a sprinkle of it.”
[ personally, lu’s never liked the smell of ginger-- so he’s just a little relieved that he’s not the one who has to crush it. instead, he focuses on stirring the mixture until it begins to change colour; making sure to hastily withdraw the stirring rod when it does. in the moments of leisure that follow, he takes the opportunity to look around the classroom-- one of their classmates (a gryffindor, he thinks) has forgotten to take the mixture off the fire before adding porcupine quills, causing the cauldron to melt. as snape stalks over to the disaster of the potion, lucien finds that he’s not sure which is more overwhelming-- his urge to laugh, or the urge to watch on and simply judge the debacle. ]
“Remind me to avoid doing whatever it is that he did.”
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[ lucien has been attempting to use a nonverbal approach to aguamenti (the water-making spell that every sixth year has been instructed to learn for charms) for what has got to be over an hour now as he sits in the slytherin common room. rolls of parchment are strewn across his lap and scattered all around his slumped form, and he looks desperately over his notes-- which may or may not be stolen from whoever had been sitting beside him during their most recent lesson-- in a fruitless search for something that will help him in his endeavour. so far, however, the most he’s managed to do is cause a few droplets to spurt from his wand in a rather unsettling fashion. feeling only a little furious at this point, his gaze lifts, and lucien quickly glances around the room to double- check that no one is watching him make a complete fool of himself. unfortunately, however, he finds that he is not alone in the room, despite the rather late hour. when his gaze lands on his classmate (who he hadn’t even realised was in the room up until now, having been so absorbed in his homework), lucien’s eyes immediately narrow defensively. ]
“Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?”
[ shooting a glare over at lucien, andrew tries once more to yank his wand out of the goop to no avail. tired of tugging and not about to make a fool of himself in front of what might be his only friend, he decides to do what he’s best at and cast a spell. gripping his wand tighter, he hisses, ]
Relashio!
[ with a flash of purple sparks, the strand of goop breaks and plops into the warming cauldron, freeing andrew’s wand at the same time. a sigh born of both triumph and relief leaves him as he wipes his fingers on his robes, eyes flitting over to lucien to make sure he saw how cool that was before he scoffs, ]
Uh, I thought you were going to stir.
“I’ll stir, but only because of that excellent show you just put on for me.”
[ he has to admit it-- andrew is wildly proficient at spells, and it almost instills a sense of jealousy in lucien, at times. almost. he slides the bottle that contains ginger root across the table, before reaching for the stirring rod. making sure to stand as far away from the mixture as possible (he isn’t particularly in the mood to be the victim of any unfortunate accidents), lu tentatively dips the rod into the cauldron and begins to stir the potion as vigorously as he can actually be bothered to. ]
[ with a final amused snort, andrew draws his wand and waves it beneath the cauldron. ]
Incendio.
[ instantly a fire sparks to life and a brief grin of triumph crosses andrew’s face before he frowns over at the jar of flobberworm mucus. he glances back at the book to determine that he only needs to add “a dash,” which can’t be much. hopefully he won’t have to touch it. the jar itself, when he reaches over to grab it, is already sticky from the disregard of students who has used it before, and andrew wrinkles his nose in disgust as he uncorks the bottle and tilts it over the cauldron to dump some in. turns out the mucus is very thick and comes out in one stretchy glob instead of a drop, and andrew ends up prodding the dangling strand with his finger and then wand as he tries to detach it from the bottle. ]
[ it’s lucien’s turn to express his amusement, now; he adds the nettles to the mixture with an easy flourish before stepping back and watching andrew attempt to transfer the mucus into the cauldron. when his friend begins to poke at the ingredient with his finger, he finally dissolves into laughter, and wrinkles his nose in slight disgust as andrew then starts to use his wand to try and extract the slime. mucus. whatever. ]
“Don’t waste all your energy, you’ve still got to-- what was it the book said?”
[ he glances down at the book of potions (and blindly reaches out for the ginger root as he does so) before looking up and smirking across at his classmate once more. ]
“Ah, yes. After this, you’ll have to ‘stir the mixture vigorously’.”
[ andrew continues to stare at lucien a minute longer, even when he threatens to hex him, still sort of stunned by the sight – and, of course, thoroughly amused. a grin is still threatening to break on his face, twitching the corners of his lips as he tells him: ]
I’ve just never seen you cry before…
[ he manages to wrench his gaze away and finish with the snake fangs after that, and as he overturns the mortar to dump the resulting powder into the cauldron, he asks, grin now slowly breaching his features, ]
…Need a tissue?
[ he’s still haphazardly wiping away a few stray tears as the tease reaches his ears, and he aims a rather put-off glare towards his classmate as andrew moves to add the fangs to the mixture. ]
“Do shut up.”
[ he rolls his eyes heavily, resisting the urge to smack andrew over the head with the book that he’s taken into his hands. instead, he aims a great deal of effort towards re-reading their next set of tasks as one final sniffle sounds from his nose. ]
“Heat the cauldron and deal with the flobberworm mucus, I’ll add the dried nettles.”
[ andrew goes right back to smashing the pestle against the fang shards with vigorous intent, entirely ignoring lucien’s vie for attention as he absorbs himself in his job. it takes the sound of sniffling to finally tear his attention away, and he looks up with wide, confused eyes as he scans the room, searching for the source. when his gaze finally lands on lucien, whose red-rimmed eyes are brimming with tears as he prepares the next ingredient, his heart drops. for a moment he’s frozen in time, unsure what to do, completely flabbergasted at the sight of the usually over- confident lucien sniffling over his classwork – but then his gaze drops to said classwork and he puts together what’s happening. apparently, pungous onions are just as eye-watering as regular onions – possibly even more so, judging by the tears trickling down his friend’s cheeks. recoiling slightly so as to not suffer the same fate, andrew sets his bowl down as an amused smile begins to curl the corners of his mouth. ]
Dude…
“If you laugh at me, I will not hesitate to hex you.”
[ of course, lucien doesn’t even know how to perform any hexes that are powerful enough to cause real damage quite yet-- but that’s definitely not a piece of information that his desk partner needs to find out. he cuts the onions rather choppily, but swiftly, not wanting to suffer from the side-effects for longer than necessary. ]
“Just-- hurry up and finish grinding the bloody fangs, already.”
[ after another minute or two of silence, his eyes dart to the instructions, and a quick glance tells him that they’ll need to heat the mixture after adding the fangs and the onions (thus, he won’t be able to do much else until andrew has finished with his task). he puts the knife down and exchanges it for his wand in order to cast another ‘wingardium leviosa’ and levitate the pieces of onion into the cauldron. ]
“Your turn, Detmer.”
“–Muggles did make computers.”
If Lucien even knows what computers are. Probably not. Muggles aren’t all that bad, at least to him, but don’t tell his headmaster he said that that. They’re supposed to like, think muggles are a disease or something. He thinks they’re just afraid of the unknown, of the different. Kjell scoots closer, their heads almost touching, and taps the edge of the book.
“Not just this, have two more. Keep this. Tell me what you think– unless you’re afraid.”
Now it’s a challenge.
[ he very pointedly ignores kjell’s comment about computers (because honestly, is he supposed to know what those are?), and moves to give the novel back until his companion edges closer and suggests that he’s scared. upon hearing this, he retracts his hand and flips the book open straight away, thumbing through the novel until he reaches the pages in which frankenstein’s creature is created. he hasn’t finished the book yet, of course-- but he’s read a fair portion of it so far, and he still wants to offer up the thoughts that he has at the moment. ]
“It inspires a great deal of thought about what it means to be human.”
[ turning to the section where frankenstein and his creation meet for the second time, he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and chews on it thoughtfully for a moment as he scans through the page to refresh his memory. ]
“The creature has feelings of anger and rage, along with some sort of strange appreciation of nature. He’s eager to learn about the world, and his anger is promoted by mankind’s treatment toward him, which only makes him seem more human. His emotional changes from immense loneliness, to rage, to appreciation, show that he certainly has the moral characteristics common to humans, yet he is never classified as inherently human. He certainly has human-like tendencies, though-- he eats, he sleeps, he thinks, he talks. Fire burns him, water nourishes him.”
[ and yet, he’s not quite sure what his thoughts are. perhaps he’ll have to finish the book before he can attain a complete grasp on his viewpoint. ]
“Sometimes, he appears to be more of a human than this Frankenstein fellow, but-- I suppose the same could be said in terms of wizards and centaurs. Just because a centaur acts like a human doesn’t mean he is one. Frankenstein’s monster isn’t a human in any technical terms... But, perhaps his intellect is what fits him into that category.”
[ he’s still looking down at the book. it’s quite hard for him to stitch all of his words together and turn them into discernible sentiments, so lu soon chooses to take a break and turn the casual interrogation on it’s head, instead. propping his chin up on his hand, he inches even closer to kjell, and fixes him with a gaze that is just as challenging as the tone of the brunette’s voice. ]
“And what are your thoughts?”
@viisionarie
“–I’m telling you this out of love. I just want you to know that.”
He puts his hands on Lu’s shoulders, making sure to make eye contact.
“You look absolutely terrible.”
[ lucien’s jaw drops-- actually drops-- in indignation at iah’s words, and he swats insistently at the brunette’s hands in an attempt to get iah to stop touching him, goddammit. ]
“Fuck you! At least I don’t dress like I’ve had too much to drink.”
[ most of the time. ]
[ andrew isn’t surprised when lucien finds another thing in the instructions to complain about, but doesn’t comment, still busy crushing snake fangs. they seem to be breaking into little shards instead of powder, which frustrates him and makes him smash them even harder, maybe even violently. he pauses, concentration broken, when lucien asks him a question, and with a quirk of his furrowed eyebrow and a pointed raise of the bowl in his hand, he says: ]
Kinda busy, dude.
“Fine.”
[ lucien rolls his eyes halfheartedly and raises his wand, clearing his throat in a way that’s loud enough to draw attention, yet still not quite loud enough to make it clear that he’s actively trying to gain the attention of his peers. ]
“Wingardium Leviosa.”
[ with an effortless flick of his wand, the onions lift themselves from the pile of ingredients and float towards him, before slowly situating themselves on the desk in front of him. as he lowers his wand, the roots become inanimate once more, and he (very reluctantly) takes it as his cue to take hold of the knife near the cauldron. he inhales a deep breath, fully intending to hold it for as long as possible, before beginning to cut the onions. it isn’t long, however, before he begins to tear up, and every single quiet sniffle that sounds from his own nose is like a betrayal against himself-- in lucien’s perspective, at least-- and he furrows his eyebrows in disgust as his vision starts to blur. ]
“This is the worst side-effect ever.”
[ his comment doesn’t seem to have much effect, though, since he finds himself interrupted by his own sniffles after every two or so words. ]
[ she just lets him talk and talk about his qualms on drinking and having fun. tamsyn never really get his kind of fun, always on the dangerous side, so she didn’t really understand why she ended up being friends with him. maybe there was something charismatic about him that’s so shiny at first glance. just pure dust in the inside. her boyfriend has even told her to stop hanging out with him, but she cannot choose this, besides, lucien would just do anything for her not to get out, she’s sure. ] “I will come with you. In one condition, you are not to push me to drink, or whatsoever. Lucas will be furious.” [ was she weak for not turning him down? or was she just being nice as always? she doesn’t really know anymore. ]
“Alright. At least one of us needs to be sober in case the cops show up, anyway.”
[ after finally dropping his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out on the bottom of his shoe, lucien offers his arm out to her with a charming grin. under usual circumstances, he’d never find himself befriending someone so-- well, someone so demure. but tamsyn has a certain something about her, and it’s a certain something that causes lucien to enjoy her company more than he would have initially expected (which is why he’s usually willing to put up with her absolute refusal to get drunk). ]
“I’ll have you home by midnight. I think. --No promises.”
[ andrew glances over at the book when lucien pushes it toward him, reading the instructions over himself as lucien obtains the snake fangs. with a brief and wry half-smile and a shake of his head, he reaches for the mortar and pestle and scoops the fangs into them with a mumble of, ]
Only if you’ll do the stirring.
[ judging by the number of accidents that lucien himself just pointed out, it must be a dangerous task – and lucien just loves danger, doesn’t he? nodding his head toward the book as he occupies himself with pressing the fangs into a fine powder – a harder task than he expected, he notes as he hammers the pestle down over and over – he asks, ]
– What’s next?
“I think I can handle that. Tell me when you’ve finished.”
[ at andrew’s next inquiry, he reaches for the book again and pulls it closer to the edge of the desk. instead of immediately looking at the next step in the list of instructions, however; lucien’s eyes slide to the introduction at the top of the page. ]
“’Care should be taken when brewing. Prepared incorrectly, this potion has been known to cause boils, rather than cure them.’ Dear God. I refuse to deal with the embarrassment of getting this wrong.”
[ he gives the bridge of his nose a nervous rub with the back of one of his fingers before scanning the rest of the page. ]
“--Alright, it says here that the next ingredient is chopped Pungous Onion. ‘Chop carefully before adding. Be sure to pick up the pieces with your wand, not your hands, as the ingredient is very pungent.’ After that, we have to put the cauldron over a fire. ...You wouldn’t happen to want to chop these, would you?”
[ the elf in his manor has used pungous onions more than once, and he’s well aware of the effects of slicing them. ]
Pale boy needs his sun. Like, a lot of sun. Kjell takes a seat next to Lu instead of hovering over him like a creep, adjusting the collar of his jacket. It’s way too hot to wear it, especially outside, but now that he has it on he doesn’t want to take it off. It smells like home, like his mom’s embrace and sharp morning snow.
“–Yes. It’s a–” he hushes himself, leans in to Lu more, and continues, “it’s a muggle book. I snuck it in.”
Lu won’t tell on him. And if he does, he’ll be damning himself too since he sat down and read it. He’s smarter than that.
“It’s about muggle-made monsters.”
[ lucien raises an eyebrow as his lips slowly quirk upwards, and he snaps the book shut so that he can turn it over and look at the back cover. his eyes scan the writing on the jacket before his gaze flickers upwards and lands on kjell once more. ]
“A muggle couldn’t have written this. This-- this is too good to be muggle literature, and--”
[ he pauses, now, expression morphing into one of almost devilish intrigue as he realises that his companion isn’t as much of a stickler for the rules as he’d initially thought. ]
“You must be brave, considering you actually snuck illicit literature into a school that you don’t even attend.”
[ andrew’s used to lucien’s complaining by now, and pays it no mind as he gathers the materials listed in their textbooks. it’s almost halfway through the school year and he’s had to listen to lu whine about almost every task they’ve been assigned since he happened to end up in the seat beside him in potions. not that he doesn’t agree with him this time – an invisibility potion definitely would be cooler – but, unlike his pureblood friend, he did not grow up around magic and finds practically every manifestation of it exciting, which is why he’s eager to set down the ingredients and start brewing. ]
Uh… mine.
[ his is already on the table, after all. pulling it closer so it sits between the two of them on the desk, he looks over at the list of instructions lucien is already peering at and asks, ]
What do we do first?
"First, we have to ‘add crushed snake fangs to the cauldron and stir’. You’d think that they’d at least tell us which way to stir, considering that’s how at least three of the accidents in this class have happened.”
[ lucien sets the book down on the table and nudges it towards andrew before pulling the appropriate amount of snake fangs from the pile with another rather extravagant sigh. he hopes that whatever is served for dinner will at least make up for this dreadfully disappointing day. ]
“I suppose we’ll just have to crush the fangs ourselves.”
[ as he says it, he looks expectantly at his partner with raised eyebrows and a charming smile. ]
“Ready to take one for the team, Detmer?”
[ when she cannot take keeping all the air inside of her chest, she simply turned her head away somehow caught some fresh air. this was already enough for her to actually, as he suggest, faint out of lack of air. she would not let him have this. whatever he was thinking, she didn’t really care. all he ever does is to try and get out intense emotions from her. something she won’t give to him freely. ] “Why do I have to go with you? I’m just really wasting my time here, am I not? And you know that I’m not into parties.” [ she examines him for a while and sighed, which she ended up exhaling some smoke accidentally, leading her to cough furiously. it felt so clouded in her throat right at that moment. ]
“Oh, come now. If I don’t get some alcohol in my system soon, I’m going to start fearing for what’s left of my sanity.”
[ he’s looking at her with an expectant gaze now, and taps the end of the cigarette against the stairway railing that he’s standing close to in order to get rid of the excess ash at the end of the tube (or at least, that’s his excuse for moving the cigarette away). ]
“I have no doubts that the party is going to be absolutely dull, but-- at the very least, I’d like to appropriate some of the liquor.”
[ if it wasn’t for her morals she could have just let herself be rude and leave him alone and she’ll be free from this silliness and the cancerstick between his fingers. it was getting harder and harder to breathe. what was he trying to get out from her? anger? he won’t get that satisfaction… ] “Aww, that’s so sweet. Why don’t I feel you really care?”
“I do care about you possibly passing out from smoke inhalation.”
[ she’s resilient; lucien will certainly give her that much. in fact, she’s nearly as stubborn as he is. it’s refreshing, if not almost startling. ]
“If it bothers you, perhaps you should speak up. There’s a party down the street that I want to crash and I won’t be able to do that if you decide to faint in my arms.”
[ the expression that graced her face was already an automatic response whenever someone would smoke in her presence. yet, of course, she would hide that, but her face just has a hard time doing so. she doesn’t know whether that was intentional when he suddenly blows a load of smoke right through her face. no doubt she was riled by this. ] “Even if I have, I won’t have a power to stop you from what you’re doing… So I don’t see why you would even ask that.”
“You just look a little put off, is all.”
[ though he tries to suppress the extent of his reaction, none of his attempts manage to successfully hide the fact that his smile has now morphed into a rather satisfied smirk.
another drag, and another exhale. he’s baiting her. ]
