 Post 6 - Drinker :: Soon to be Brewer Fluttery Pegasi
Haddie lifted her head finally, her hands using the table and Tenacius' hand to steady herself. "Moment of truth..." She grabbed the cup of antidote and downed it quickly. Relief settled in her. Relief that is a few minutes she'd be feeling better. "Don't drink the poison yet... wait... until I'm ready to brew the antidote."
Even through all of the general not-feeling-well etched on her face, the look of worry was noticeable. She was gonna fail at making the antidote and leave Tenacius poisoned... or worse. "Maybe... save some of your antidote, just in case mine's a failure, okay?" With that, Haddie put her head down and waited for the effects of the antidote to kick in and counter the faux-poison.
A minute went by.
Two minutes.
This day was crummy. Of all the days to finally team-up with Tenacius, it had to be the day the Professor Newton decided to poison them and let her embarrass herself uncontrollably in front of the Gryffindor boy. Ugh. Haddie made a mental note to despise Newton as soon as she was up for despising anyone. She simply didn't have the energy to despise anyone at thee moment. Not even Rachel. Not even Davie-freaking-Truebridge...
RACHEL! Haddie lifted her head a little too fast, and had to close her eyes to steady herself. She looked over at her Ex-bestie... this day was awful enough with out dealing with Haddie's prank. Sigh. "Be right back," she said, patting Tenacius' hand.
She stood up, supporting herself against the desk. Taking Kira with her, Haddie stumbled and staggered, using other workstations and desks to keep from falling over, over to Rachel and Esme. When she finally made it the other girls' workstation, colliding with it more than anything, her skin was clammy with the effort. Haddie raised her wand and aimed it, somewhat shakily, at Rachel's face. "Finite Incantatem!" Black spots clouded her vision. Casting even that spell in her state took to much out of her, nearly causing her to pass out entirely. There was no way she'd be able to scourgify it off... "You can cast scourgify now," she told Esme and stumbled her way, slower than before, back to her desk.
Haddie collapsed into her chair, gripping the desk so hard to keep from tumbling off that her knuckles and fingers were white. Or maybe it was just that all of her was white. "Professor, I don't think the antidote works. Don't drink it, T..." How was she gonna brew an antidote if she couldn't stand?
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