Potions
The simmering sound of bubbling potions flooded the dungeons. I drifted into the classroom through the sink where the used potions were dumped if necessary. I could hear the silence of a concentrating class (I assumed it was made mostly of Ravenclaws). I hoped that no one would spot me.
My hopes were dashed.
“Hey! It’s Moaning Myrtle!” a student squealed. She beckoned me with her hand. I reluctantly floated towards her. “Do you want to sip some Felix Felicis I’m making? It might turn you back into human if you’re lucky enough.” She giggled a bit maliciously.
I scowled.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |