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Aislynn was glad that Professor Kazimeriz approved of the party. She went to another table and set up a cauldron (one that was thoroughly cleaned) and had some butterbeer in it and then a couple of plates of chocoballs, pumpkin pasties, and cauldron cakes. She had some sparkling lights hovering above them. She knew Myrtle wouldn't care, but thought the students might enjoy it. She turned up the music a bit more. She hoped some of the students might dance. It was after all a party. |
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Myrtle liked what she was hearing, yes she did. She was amazing, beautiful, and had her own throne (which she promptly floated into, of course. It sure beat the toilet seats in the girls' loo.). What could be better? Being read poetryyyy by some cuuuuute boysssssss of course! The pearly ghostie fluttered her eyelashes and waved a transparent hanky at the first boy to read to her. Sure, his poem didn't rhyme but he did make an effort and he did agree that she should model for Ghost Weekly. Win! "How lovelyyyy a poemmm," Myrtle encouraged him. "Who's next? Who can compete with that non-rhyming love poem?" She hovered a bit above her throne and blushed at the sight of THEEEE Sir Professorman Valon Kazimeriz. He had been like, her age when that basilisk attacked the school, right? Myrtle was just blushing at the thought of a young, dapper Kazimeriz. *dreamy sigh* "Nothing is new in the Spirittttttt Worrrrrrld," she purred at the man. *flick flick the pigtails* "I do wish I could go back to the library though -- I used to meet Tom Riddle there allll the timeeee." Now she was bragging. "And there's lotsa poetry in the library." Myrtle fluttered her eyelashes at the potions professor some more and then swirled around in her throne to glance at the boys. Hint, hint, lotsa poetry, hint hint. |
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It was in the last term, in class, with the Baron. Oh, well. He might as well use his charm on her to make her stay in for the questioning. "How are you doing sweet Myrtle? You seem different today? Your eyes are a bright as the sun and does smile are as great as daylight. How could anyone have left that unnoticed?" he said in a chivalrous tone. Thanks to Professor Dumont's muggle books... |
Paris walked into the potions lab with her potions kit in hand. She was running out of her headache potion and her skin cream and now was as good a time as any to brew some more. She found an empty bench and got right to work. She used her wand to start a low flame under her cauldron. If she boiled her belladonna in her headache potion it would turn toxic and it could be poisonous. And poisoning herself was not on her agenda. It made you turn all splotchy and itchy looking. She shook her head as she started pulling ingredients out of her potions kit. Her chilled gillyweed was going in her skin cream. She had stumbled across adding gillyweed to her cream when she accidentally dropped some the last time she was making her cream. The stuff kept the pores small. She was angry at herself that she didn't realize that before. She started slicing up some horned slugs. It was good for pimples and other face blemishes, but the nasty things were a pain to slice. It was better to slice them live than to kill them and slice them and the task made Paris want to vomit. |
Diane tagged along a lot later than the rest and in her own calm manner. She felt rather bad for the ghost girl. Maybe an odd omen but, to be quite honest, all of this felt like it would very likely burst into their faces. She pondered they would need decorations, and food, but the kitchen was flooded and she did not know what ghost ate. She did not know if this would work, but the students knew Myrtle more than she did... In any case, it sounded like the others had conjured some things and the professor was playing along. Just in case, she stood silently and curious-looking by the side of the professor. |
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"I'm happy to assist you, Professor," he scrubbed at his face, but he was awfully bold courtesy of Plymouth's potion. "But I think it is unfair to force someone to keep a secret against their will, provide them with an unproved potion, and then punish them for the effects of the potion, when neither taking the potion or keeping the secret were their decision." And ugh. He was yellow and feathery and Plymouth was there and would make him cry again. "You could finish my potion, or start the potion that will cure me, if you wanted. I have to do troll bogies. Punished because I volunteered in class, you know." |
Plymouth slipped in beside Copernicus when he started jabber-jawing. "Tell him how you really feel, Pernipoot. Tell him how berries give you gas, too, while you're just spilling it all." In other words, shut up, Copernicus. Really, ear hair was NO FUN. Really. And Kazi would do it too!! Plymouth touched Professor Kazimeriz again. "How come you didn't ask me to spy on people?" |
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"Also, your physical condition is completely your fault. If you had an issue with keeping my confidence, you should have addressed it with me, privately. Qui tacet consentire videtur, Mr. Kettleburn. You did not object when I asked for your discretion, and so I expected you to uphold your word as a gentleman. Your failure to do so is he reason you are adorned to look like a snitch, for a man who cannot keep a secret is indeed a snitch in the truest sense of the word. You must learn this lesson, and learn it well." Kazimeriz eyed the boy, his expression stern yet somehow... grandfatherly. Kazimeriz turned his attention to Morgan, who had entered the lab. His eyes diverted momentarily to the 'party snacks' the others had set out... Chocoballs and the like. Not only was this a poor idea in a potions lab, but he had a feeling Myrtle was not going to love the insensitivity of students who failed to set out food that was suited to her ghostly condition. But first... he must deal with Morgan. Quote:
"No spying was called for, Mr. Morgan-- this is all a misunderstanding and it is between Mr. Kettleburn and myself. You owe him a calming draught, properly prepared, to rid him of his despondant attitude. Also, for your rash behavior in class, you owe me some of your time. Mr. Tipps is busy searching for nargles in the troll bogeys... You may join him in this endeavour while you contemplate the folly of your actions." Kazimeriz turned back to the other students in lab, eyeing Greenwood for a moment. "Greenwood. What are you working on today?" he asked before turning back to the others. "The food. It is... too fresh for ghostly consumption." he whispered to the group of floodwater researchers. Quick... before Myrtle has a fit... he thought. |
"I WOULD have upheld my word, sir. I always uphold my word," Copernicus's eyes filled again at how UNFAIR the cruel world was. MEAAAAANWORLD. "I can't seem to stop saying stupid things. I don't want to... say anything else." It was all said in such a sulky, pouty tone, one that normally was completely unlike Copernicus. He carefully removed troll bogies from the jar, setting aside a few nargle eggs stuck to a small clump. |
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"I diiiiiiid hear sounds but they weren't interesting," the ghost flicked a pigtail. An informed, clever young lady like yourself - heeeehee he knew Myrtle all right. She knew it allllll. "Well." Myrtle pursed her lips and waited for an audience. "I don't know what all the whining and crying is about, but I have a good ideaa of it alllllllll." And look, they were coming to her instead of Barty! Myrtle looked over one shoulder and then the other to make sure everyone was giving HER their undivided attention. "It sounds like Mermish to me." Quote:
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Cough. "Not always, you don't. You should hush, Pern. Just hush. Let Momma Plymouth fix you up and then ... you can ... be on your merry way." Plymouth didn't WANT TO BREW the potion, but, he would. He started with the bulbs since that was what took him so long in the first place. "Tell me about spying? Did you get a mustache?" Plymouth started the nuzzling process for the bouncing bulbs. It was like a ceremony before he could cut their tips off. |
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"But my dear, sweet Myrtle, before I read you a poem that equates your beauty, can you elaborate on the Mermish sound that you have heard?'' he said looking as if he was begging for more attention. |
It was the first time Grace saw a ghost and she just loved it! A ghost was definately something to write and talk about to Grace, which she looked forward to doing. Now seeing Myrtle better, she couldn't understand why people called her "Moaning and boring". She seemed very lively and sweet. Grace was dying to talk to her about everything about herself, but obviously this wasn't the time. She just bounced on her feet with excitement and impatience; trying not to talk while boys read their poems. Grace just smiled sweetly at her when she talked about that suspicious noise, even stopped bouncing, giving full attention to her. She loved attention, this ghost did. And it was going to work, Grace thought. |
Troll bogeys? How fantastic and lovely of the old man to provide such a hygienic and enjoyable task... not. Modern day Dumbledore, Hugh Hefner AND MAGGIE THATCHER! He was gonna be stealing their milk next. Varius could sense it! As if the thought wasn't bad enough, the jar in which the bogeys were encased was bigger than friggin him! Surely there was healthy and safety laws against this? Act 345: One shall not work with jars bigger than ones person! And nargles? What were nargles? He would soon have to find out. Pulling over a stool, he ascended himself up, reached an arm in the goo and lifted it out of the jar. Taking the BARF smelly BARF gross BARF slimey BARF sticky BARF troll BARFBARF bogeys INFINITEBARF, he placed it on a nearby worksurface and began sifting through the horrible substance. The smell was diabolical too!!! He found a couple of small balls... it looked like dirt, but it had to be these nargle egg things, right? He began placing them to the side but he had still saw no sign of the actual nargles. Once the initial grossness had left him and he became used to the smell, the task started to become boring. He had about 15 'eggs' lying at the side of the table but no nargles yet... Then creativity hit him. He needed some funnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. He began taking the troll bogeys and sticking it together, moulding it into a shape. He was sculpting! Whilst also searching for nargles, of course. "That can be the earsss and the nose can come out like thattt," he said to himself getting to work, "Oh! Another nargle egg!" When he finished his sculpting it looked something likah this: SPOILER!!: you shouldn't need to be warned by now... Now Kazi was a modern day Hugh Hefner, Dumbledore, Margaret Thatcher AND YODA! |
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*gasp* It was all a trick! This was no Unofficial Hogwarts Dead Poet Society Inter-House Quest For Myrtle's Heart First Annual Love-Poem Writing Competition! It was just a get-together to find out more about the whiner in the lake! "ExcUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuseeeee ME," Myrtle snapped, floating up to hover angrily over Kazi's head. "Of COURSE my knowledge surpasses everyone else's here. I LIVED in that Lake for YEARS and YEARS I'll have you know." She angrily flicked a pigtail over each shoulder and planted her hands on her hips. "And if I've said it once I've said it a bajillion times: the whining in the lake is MERMISH! If you want to know what it says then go to the LIBRARY and check out a DICTIONARY!" And she was done. With one last loud, superior sniffle, the angsty ghost zoomed through the nearest boy and disappeared out the wall. Maybe she would just go to the library herself to find some real, DECENT poetry! |
Aislynn could tell Myrtle was losing interest. She hid in the shadows, where no one could see her. She quickly grabbed some made Polyjuice Potion and she used a hair from Colin McKenzie, the Quidditch player, she had from when she hugged him at the Autograph tent. She put the hair in the potion, transformed her clothes and then took a drink. She immediately transformed. "Myrtle wait!!!!" Aislynn was shocked at how deep her voice was as she spoke in Chase's booming voice. As Chase she walked to where Myrtle had vanished, hopefully she heard him just in time. "Oh fair Myrtle--" Quote:
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And there she went... Anxiety played against them, it was previsible. But the answers were to a degree provided. Diane looked at the wall where the gost girl had disappeared too, wondering, wishing to contact her again in the future if only she knew how... Moreover, one of her to-do list items had recently walked into the lab. "Was this the answer you were looking for, professor," Diane asked, approaching Professor Kazimeriz. Ah, how peculiar, by being in this classroom this much, she actually remembered his difficult surname. "More importantly, is there somebody in the castle that speaks Mermish?" Guess there was no choice but meeting with that person. |
Anna remained still and quiet as both the professor and her friends questioned Myrtle. She had a few questions she'd like to ask, as well, but she was interested in hearing what the reply would be to the recent questions from Professor Kazimeriz. She admired the manner in which he went about asking the questions. He was very careful not to offend Myrtle or make her feel unworthy in any way. Then again, so were the questioning tactics of her friends, too. ...but then, a few moments later, the ghost was yelling and seemed highly upset. Anna widened her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Well, this was it...she was surely a goner. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the ghost darted from the room. Gone. Anna sighed softly, then turned to the professor. "At least we learned something very important. The sounds she's been hearing are quite possibly Mermish," she recalled. |
Plymouth tossed the ingredients aside and went searching for the instructions. He had to mash something or stir or some such. "I don't get why he asked you. I guess you are kind of sneaky. I'd have asked for a mustache." Plymouth shrugged. "Read me the steps, Pern. Be useful. I want to get out of here. I have stuff to do." .... "Tino ... I ... don't trust him. I like him, but I do'nt trust him." |
"I don't like him OR trust him," Copernicus sulked. "He hurt those girls. He hurt himself. He told me I could kick him. You know... painfully. But I'm not really into the whole violence as retribution thing." He sighed. "I can give you a mustache. If you want one." |
SPOILER!!: what Plymouth is supposed to be doing. "This is going to take all day, Copernicus. Just... act calm, okay? We'll act our way out of here. You can act cool, right?" Plymouth gave Copernicus a doubtful look. How cool could he really look when he was crying and yellow? "If anyone needs a calming drought, it's Tino. This is bogus, right?" Totally was. But, Plymouth was best good buds with Kazimeriz, so.... potion brewing, potion brewing. He was totally pumped to play with the hyacinths, so at least there was that. "I'm going to grow one. Your dad, he'll show me how." Plymouth reached up to rub his face. |
"Yeah?" Copernicus felt his own slightly rough cheek... except it wasn't. It was downy soft... FEATHERS! Cope sighed and lit the cauldron fire with his wand. "I think you'd look cool with a mustache, actually. Like... you could twirl it, right? Do girls like those, do you think?" |
"Merlin, you look so ridiculous right now. If only I had a camera." Plymouth stopped everything he was doing to stare at Copernicus. Really... really ridiculous. Plymouth sighed and minced some root. Mince Mince Mince. "Here. Add this. And then stir... err... this way," Plymouth moved his hips around like he was hoolahooping - clockwise. "I don't know what girls like, Copernicus." Clearly. |
Copernicus did exactly as he was instructed, watching the color of the potion change slightly. He stirred the potion vigorously in exactly the direction that Plymouth was demonstrating. He did perk up a bit at Plymouth's admission... false admission. "You do SO know what they like. You told me you had that date. Who... will you tell me who it was with?" |
"Two dates," Plymouth corrected. "Well, one and half. Daphne says I tricked her into saying yes. I didn't, but... or maybe I did. Didn't mean to." Shredding was kind of fun, but Plymouth was kind of methodical about it so they were going to be there for a while. He pulled and tugged evenly, tossing all the UNEVEN bits over his shoulder. "And Evolette." |
"Miss Hopton and EvoLETTE?" Copernicus perked up at that. "Did she KISS you?" |
"You're not very good at potions, huh?" Plymouth pushed all of his perfect little pieces towards Copernicus. "Don't touch those. I'll finish the potion. You work on the boogers." Plymouth got the potion to be the nice blue color it was supposed to be. Really, he WAS pretty good at potions. He just didn't do well with time limits. "Which one? Well, no. The answer to either is no. No. Why would you ask that?" Plymouth made a face at Copernicus. |
"Hmm? Evolette kisses a lot of boys, but she's a nice girl. Very nice," Copernicus went back to his troll bogies and nargle eggs. Hmmm. They were really really nasty. GROSS. "I'm actually very good at potions, but I just... it makes me sad." He sniffled. |
Plymouth STARED HARD at Copernicus. He stared so long and hard that his potion started hissing. UGH! Plymouth's intent was waaaaaaaaaaaaay off. He intended to keep Copernicus AWAY from girls that Plymouth LIKED. WHY WAS THAT SO HARD? Plymouth STABBED at his cauldron with the stirrer thing. "Indeed." Plymouth added the asphodel and... well it was SORT of blue.... purple... err.... Hmm. |
"Is this a nargle egg?" He held up a particularly crusty bogie for Plymouth to examine before returning his attention to the tray in front of him. "I like that you went out on a date with Miss Hopton. I do like that a lot." Booger. Booger. Booger. Not booger. Hmm. "What did you do with her? Go to Hogsmeade?" |
Plymouth took an extra moment with the Hyacinth flowers. He loved them. They were his favorite (most days), so he really hated to just throw them in a potion to be boiled away. Sigh. "I haven't been out with her yet. And no, I don't think I'm taking her to the village." Plymouth was being a liiiiiittle short with his answers and knew it, so he added a more thoughtful, "Why do you like it?" to the end. Plymouth sighed again and dropped in the pretty flowers. The potion was in mourning too, apparently, because it immediately stopped glowing. |
"Because she's a very nice girl and sometimes I think she doesn't let herself have fun," Copernicus put his face in his hands and considered the horrors the desk had gone through. SO SAD. "And you can't fail to have fun with a Plymouth, so it'll be perfect for her." |
"Don't start the crying again, Perni. Don't." Plymouth slid one of the extra flowers towards him. Flowers made Plymouth feel better, so maybe they would Cope too. Doubtful, but maybe. Frogs were next... Plymouth disappeared to get a big fat one and returned shortly after with Tom Toad (the frog) clasped in his hands. Frogs were okay by Plymouth. "Mmmmm. I suppose. I don't really know what IS fun to her, but maybe I'll figure it out. I'm wearing one of the coats you got for Christmas. I think she'll REALLY like that." |
"Yeah? One of my coats?" Cope sniffed the flower before putting it in his feathery hair. His head went down on the table, but he was now watching Plymouth with interest. "I think most things are fun for her so long as you don't upset her sense of propriety. Do you know how to play croquet?" |
Plymouth nommed on some of the peppermint while he scraped Tom Toad the frog. Minty fresh Plymouth. "Ummm.... no. It's the one with the stick thing? And the balls? You think Daphne would be into that? I'd let her win. She's a bit competitive, you know?" Hmmmm. Slime IN. Plymouth popped another sprig of peppermint into his mouth. |
"If its like... something you're learning together, then maybe it wouldn't be all competitive? I haven't played it... just thought it looked fun chasing the little rainbow ball around and hitting it with a mallet. Like Quidditch beaters without the crazy violence and flying stuff." He studied a booger up close. "What color is this?" |
"The color of your golden ... feathers." Merlin, Plymouth was glad his mother didn't have to see this. AND REALLY glad that Albert didn't see. He would... probalby disown Copernicus full out at this. "I don't know if giving her a mallet is a good idea. She likes to bat me away, so she might... mallet me away." Daphne Hopton always WAS batting, too. Glumbumble fluid next... "One... Two... Three... Four..." |
"FIVESIXSEVENEIGHT," Copernicus added helpfully, and then sniffled because he had to count by HIMSELF. It was so unfair and mean and sad. SAD. "So maybe no sports? You could take her to one of those petting zoo things? But those are messy. Does she hate messy?" |
"But the GERMS," Plymouth laughed. "Can't you hear her saying that?" Besides, that was the thing Plymouth liked about REGULAR zoos: there were cages between him and the man-eating... things. Petting zoos. "It's a good thing I'm taking her and not you, I think." And so help Copernicus Kettleburn if he *EVEN TRIED* to take Daphne Hopton now .... Not that he would, but Plymouth couldn't help but feel a little ... paranoid. Plymouth used his muscles to stir his potion. It was THICK THICK. And a little more purple-y than was probably right. But, it was smelling right! So, good for Plymouth. |
"Yes, right." Copernicus made a face at the bogies, which were getting all of his concentration at the moment. "She's a hard girl to please, perhaps, but as I said... I have no experience in the matter. I'm not really helping, am I?" |
"She's not hard to please. The pleasing part is easy. It's the getting her to SHOW that she's pleased that is hard. I don't know WHAT she's afraid of, really. Everyone likes her anyway, you know? Especially me. My first Hogwarts friend." MMhmmm. "Remember the time we escorted her around after dismissing her... bodyguard butler person?" No, Copernicus probably didn't' because Daphne had dismissed him to .... the other group of lemur hunters. Plymouth was a nice boy that would not say that Copernicus was not being any help. Copernicus... tried, but ... his help was hard to accept. "Get me a vial for this? Unless you want to drink right from the cauldron?" Plymouth figured Copernicus needed to take a bath in the potion. |
And just like that, with some innocent comment, Cope was sure he'd lost whatever reparations might have been made. Sigh. It made him very sad. Sniffle. "Maybe I don't WANT to drink it, Plymouth. I'm... I'm SAD." He wiped his face. "What if its poisoned?" |
"I don't want a lot of things, but I have to do them. Just like YOU have to drink this potion." Plymouth leaned waaaaay over the table and found a BIG spoon. A ladle, even. He ... was uncomfortable. He didn't do well with tears. He didn't do well with BIRDS. And, for the most part, he didn't do well with Copernicus anymore. Plymouth dipped his BIG spoon into his purpley smell good potion. "This won't make you happy, but ... calm at least. Maybe.... you'll go to sleep or something. Wake up and not be big and yellow anymore." |
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Complete experiment, she was not so sure about that. Diane did step out from the classroom without another word and leaving her things, like her oversized bag, behind. However, she came back not long after. She was holding something on her hand, what looked like a globe, and it had a metallic protection worth speaking of old as the armour she had took it from. Diane simply poured the rest of the flood water on a large sized cauldron that could fit what was left, and dropped the still hand-shaped glove inside. She left a note besides it that said "PLEASE, DO NOT TOUCH. ON GOING EXPERIMENT." Then closed the lid over the cauldron, and thus started the wait. She did pick her things and on her way out, patted the older, bigger apparently male student on the arm in a sign of sympathy. She, however, in all the time that took her come and go from a place to another, did not say a word. |
Cam didn't really understand anything. His brain couldn't really process EVERYTHING to be honest, they were all going... so so so so fast. So Myrtle barely had a problem with his poem and then Kazi trieeeed to get info out of her and she left, quite angry. And then suddenly there was this Polyjuice'd girl turning into a guy person?! ...well clearly the girl/guy had wasted a bottle of Polyjuice potion just for this situation. Myrtle had already left. He didn't really care so much for the Gryffindor, whether expelled or not, he focused on the main situation. "Mermish, eh?" Cam put his hand onto his chin, trying his best to look smart. "So I guess we're off to the library??" Ew. The library, it was a sickening place, filled with mostly useless books and well... STUFFF he didn't really like. Guh. But Mermish sounded interesting. Right? SCREECHSCREECHSCREECH. "...did you hear that?! I'm pretty sure I HEARD something down there," he asked confusingly, wondering if it was just his crazy brain or something else, "OH! There it goes again! I swear I'm hearing something!" |
"I wouldn't kill you, Copernicus." Plymouth sighed and poured the potion into TweetyPern's mouth, then offered a bit of his robes for him to wipe the dribbles away. ".... better?" Maybe? Plymouth had done MOST of it right... |
"You might kill me a little bit," Copernicus smacked his lips and laid his head down on the desk. It was sort of... swimmy in his head at the moment. His eyes and face had that tight, just-cried feel to them, but at least he wasn't STILL crying. "I really am sorry, little Plymouth brother. Wanna be friends, ok?" He mumbled it all into his hand. |
"Sorry for what?" Plymouth's jaw was all tight and stressed. He finally found some vials, so he started working on siphoning out the potion. Professor Kazimeriz would PROBABLY want some of Plymouth Morgan's Potions. Definitely would. |
"Stole your girlfriend. Lied." He pressed his cheek against the table instead, letting the cold wake him up a bit. "Miss you too. The fighting is so miserable." |
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Huh? What had happened, why Myrtle had left? Grace really took a moment to understand. All professor had said was 'Are you sure?' Now Grace understood why Myrtle was nick named as "Moaning". Yet, Grace still died to meet her. Sigh, she had to try hard to find her. But before she thought where to find her, a girl had just changed gender! Whatthehellhowdidthishappenwhathappenedtothegirl? Grace felt like her eyes could just pop out with shock. She'd heard about Polyjuice... now she saw that it was fantastic! Really poor Gryffindor Again apart from that tomboy, they were to check Mermish. As Grace knew, it was the language of Mermaids, a language she had never heard, which was natural. She gave one more look to the girl-boy and left along with Anna the Head Girl, Diane and the others. |
"I didn't steal her," Copernicus repeated, closing his eyes and resting his arm on the tray of troll bogies. "Are you going to keep me too?" |
Plymouth sent a stream of water into his cauldron and started scrubbing it with a rag. It was still hot, so it was all STEAMY. Plymouth inhaled the fumes. Mmmm smelled good. He was a Potion's MASTER. Clearly. "I reckon I have to. That whole brother thing, living together at school and at home. Sharing parents. Sharing everything." PLymouth paused in his scrubbing to piece Copernicus with a LOOK. "We're not sharing girlfriends again, Copernicus. Got it? I'll give you the shirt off my back, but ..." But yeah. Sharing clothes, sharing a room, sharing a mom, sharing underwear even Plymouth could and would gladly do. Sharing smooching privileges with Copernicus is where Plymouth drew the line. |
"What are the chances something like this would happen again? It shouldn't have even happened in the first place," Cope yawned and stretched, showing the bogies sticking all down his arm. Ew. "I don't really... want to be friends with you because you think you have to. I'd rather you want to. Just saying." |
"I don't know what the chances are, Perni. YOU tell ME." Plymouth turned his cauldron upside down and let it drip water out all over the floor. "I do want to be friends." Wasn't that why Plymouth was SO UPSET to begin with? That his so called best friend and brother had... completely disregarded him? Plymouth offered his hand to Copernicus. He was going to SCRUB his brother. Sigh. What a mess. |
"I didn't want her because you did. I think normally very different girls would appeal to us. If I ever so much as look at a girl you like, I'll... I don't know. I just won't." He wasn't planning on looking at any other girls EVER, to be honest. Cope put his hand out for Plymouth to clean up. "I'm going away all summer. No girls you like there." |
Plymouth shrugged at Copernicus. Time would tell, right? He took Copernicus's hand started scrubbing his arms up and down with the wet rag. "Yeah. Cela told me. Zahra won't know you when you come back." Plymouth licked his finger and reached up to wipe a booger from Copernicus's feathery face. |
Cope's face fell at the thought of his baby sister not recognizing him. Not... liking him, maybe. "I was going to see if you could come. For a week, maybe? If you wanted...?" He let Plymouth scrub bogies off of him, and he was coming to himself just enough to be disgusted. |
"Here. Finish up and I'll finish your.... nargle... troll bogey stuff." Plymouth was being SUCH a good boy. All dedicated to the task and not getting upset and generally being ... good. Plymouth dug his hands into the bogeys and started sifting. "Sure. If Truebridge won't mind." Cela had said it was Truebridge that set up Copernicus leaving, right? Pretty sure. "I'll have to figure out when Kayla and CellBell are coming. And hopefully Daphne. And I have a beach trip with Evee planned. I'm inviting Tobi over, too." Clearly Plymouth had been making plans to keep himself busy and happy over the summer. |
"No," Cope shook his head and returned to the bogies. "You don't HAVE to come. Thought you might like the digging and stuff. Nevermind. It was dumb." He flicked some nargle eggs into the tray and called it a job well done. Mostly, except for the ones he'd ended up wearing. But the eggs were cleaned out, and that was the task, right? "Sounds like... a fun summer. I'll be sorry to miss it." |
"I figured I would need to keep myself busy so that I don't go crazy by myself," Plymouth admitted. What was the point in nargle eggs? Didn't they grow in your brain or something? Was Plymouth going to have like... nargles? "So I made plans. I didn't say I didn't WANT to go dig up stuff with you. You assume. And let me tell you, assuming? It gets you in trouble." Plymouth knew allllll too well. |
"So do you want to?" Cope turned with raised eyebrow to his step-brother, clearly hoping for some specific response. "It'll be hot and dirty work, and I'm not sure how much we'll be allowed to do, but... I think it'll be fun. Just us and Truebridge and the dirt and the sun. And no homework." |
"I'll have to ask Mum, but sure. Why not?" Plymouth liked digging and being outside. Truebridge. Sunshine. "And no girls." Plymouth sniffed a booger and then made faces at them. Ew. "Think we're about done here? Or do you need to get more spy instructions?" Nevermind getting de-feathered. |
"I don't WANT to be a spy. I like the professors. Most of them." Cope cleaned his hands with a spell and finally focused enough to help cleaning up the work station. "Will you show Zahra my picture so she remembers me?" |
"I won't have to. You know Mum." Plymouth shook his head. He loved his mum SO MUCH. Plymouth hopped up on to the work table when he was done cleaning... he was tired of standing. And he was a little hungry, so he picked up all the excess peppermint and munched on it. "Suppose Professor Kazimeriz doesn't like them all though, huh? If he's got SPIES. Who else do you suppose is a spy?" |
"Maybe spy is the wrong word... but I don't know. I suppose he has lots. Anyone who's ever been alone with him could be one." Cope stood as well, giving the door a longing glance. "Do you mind if I call your mother... Mum? Would it bother you?" |
"No. Mum's... everyone's mum. I swear she's trying her hardest to adopt Kayla right now. And when Cela's brother came that time? Kieran? Him too. Cela, of course. And the hobos. She... I don't mind. It makes her happy when you do. I don't mind sharing with you, Perni. Everybody needs a mum and I reckon mine's the best there is." TRUTH. Hmmmm. Plymouth picked up Tom Toad the Frog again and fed him some peppermint, too. "So, suppose, by that theory, you could be SPYING on ME right NOW. Or, me on you. Or... I want Kazi to ask me to be a spy, too. I really do." |
"So then you have to find a reason to get alone with him, and then you have to let him know which professors you have a relationship with. And if he hates them, maybe you can be a spy," Cope was FULL of helpful hints. He shrugged, completely sure he was making it all up. "I like your Mum, Plym. Do you think you'll ever want to call Albert anything other than... that?" |
Professor Kazimeriz returned to the potions lab, looking exhausted and limping heavily. "Well, Morgan, how goes the potion? Have you cured your brother of his need for Celestina Warbeck, tragic love poetry and crying jags yet?" Kazimeriz said with a smirk. |
Varius had been continuing to sift through his lovely jar of bogeys, still unable to find any actual nargles but only their 'eggs'. By now, the sculpture he had made of Kazimeriz had flopped and broken in half. This was so bloody boring and it wasn't getting him anywhere. "Professor, I can't seem to find any..." Quote:
"Professor Kazimeriz..." he consulted, his voice croaking slightly in worry, "What the hell is that? It sounds like it's in the castle..." |
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Kazimeriz narrowed his eyes, tipping his head as he listened. "...mermish." he whispered, listening again. His eyes grew wide and he drew his wand. "I cannot help your emotional state at this time, if you both are not done with the potion, but it seems prudent that we prepare for a possible evacuation or at least investigate the source of that sound. With that in mind..." He cast finite on poor Copernicus Kettleburn to return him to his un-snitchlike original state. "Let your time as a living Snitch serve to remind you, Kettleburn, that you must address your grievances as a gentleman, and not break another man's confidence. Now... perhaps we should all go investigate the situation. Leave your cauldrons and projects, I do not want anyone in jeopardy. Come now -- hurry, all of you!" He was loathe to end up in yet another trap of floodwaters. He walked to the door and held it open to usher the students out, first glancing into the corridor to see if there was any water. So far, all clear. |
"Mermish?" Varius repeated, slightly confused. "Why are the Merpeople making such awful sounds? I thought they were nice!" Varius hurried towards the door after the Professor as was instructed -- thankful for any excuse to abandon his nargle search within the inner findings of a trolls nostril. He moved out into the corridor, following the noise... admittedly a bit scared. |
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