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Hogwarts RPG Name: Kylie Jayde Matthews (Kylie or K-J)
Fourth Year
As Evelyn ran from Potions, Kylie laughed a little. She nodded her head at the Professor in thanks for the vial. She knew enough of potions to not taste it until she already had the homework written down and her station cleaned.
After doing so, she quickly downed the bottle. Much to her delight, it tasted AWFUL. She immediately wished she could undo her action. She grabbed her bag and literally ran from the room, searching for some sort of trash can.
She realized she was running. She couldn't do that when she'd been fat. Oh. It worked.
This kid was more insane than she had thought he was! SOOO AWESOME! Even better that class was officially over, which meant that he could ramble on, like he wanted to. Gold was soooo going to take him under her wing, and feed him brownies. She let him rant, and resisted the urge to pet him and ruffle his hair and cuddle-cuddle him.
She could give him snuggles, you know. Snuggles are nice.
When he was finally done, she resisted the urge to burst into laughter. It was obviously a very hard task, but she managed to manage. "I think I look pretty, too," she said, with a little nod. "I think I should tell you I already have a boyfriend." He was CUUUTE, but she had a boyfriend, see. She couldn't cheat on Chris. Bwaha. Just... bwaha. This was way too much fun. But there was also something else she wanted to say and, even though she spoke cheerfully, Gold was serious when she did say it.
"... and I think that one should take each person for who he or she is, and not lock them up in a box of stereotypes. Because I think that stereotypes are scary, and stem from prejudice, and tend to roast and eat good people; and because I know that some of the most important and best people in my life are Slytherins."
Like Marie. Like Raven.
Like... Dylan?
Gold shook the thought away, to look back at Eli. Aww. AWW! Blush-eh Eliii. Gold wanted to HUG him.
Such a CUUUTE kid!
Gold watched Eli leave to take the antidote, and... her eyes widened. Surely, that hadn't actually happened. But she could see it had, right below the hem of his robes, and...
Gold gave Eli an 'oops' sort of look.
"Better fix that up quickly," she said slowwwly.
Before lots of other people noticed, that is. Most of the students in the class had either left, or were busy telling other people why those other people were beautiful, so if he was quick, there was a pretty good chance not many people would realize what had happened. Gold resisted the urge to say 'Quick! Crawl under a desk!' because, funny though it sounded in her head right now, that would be plain unkind and, well, maybe un-Prefect-y.
... and it would probably direct lots of attention, here.
Poor Eli?
Eli blushed and looked down at his bare bony knees with the puddle of pants around his ankles. He quickly reached down and yanked them up, not that it would do much good as they were kind of shredded from all the seams splitting due to his sudden Fat. His robes bunched out weirdly from trying to keep himself covered while he repositioned his pants, and he looked rather like he was wearing a bubble skirt for a top and a tattered skirt instead of pants. His belt was busted, too, so he could hardly use it to hold his pants up. He felt so embarrassed. Stupid LaFlame's stupid fatty potion.
"I told you LaFlame would find a way to torture us." he told Gold, looking miserable. "That's why I think Slytherins are bad. Every Slytherin I ever knew only wanted to do bad stuff to me. Even the professor." He held his pants up with one hand, cleaning up his things with the other. "I don't like stereotypes either, but us Ravenclaws are really logical, and Slytherins being mean is just what the evidence proves. So far, anyway." He would be willing to reassess, if a nice Slytherin ever came his way. And that would be when nogtails could fly, basically.
"And -- I didn't say I wanted to be your boyfriend. Who is he, anyway?" he asked as though he didn't care too much. But he really really did, and he had NO idea why.
Because he so didn't like girls, not even Gold. Even if she was too cool to be cootie central like all the other girls around the school. ( Except Anni and Ellie, of course. )
Jacob listened to the gryffindor telling about Jacob's beauty... That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever told him. It had even beaten the, 'Your a worthless peice of Dung!' thing his parents had told him before he came to this school. Which for the past three years was the number one nicest thing. Jacob didn't know what to say, "Thanks" Even if all of this was forced on them. It was still nice.
"I don't think it's posible" he said with a huge fat grin, looking down at his huge stomache... nope, hugs ain't possible. "I feel the urge to put on a diaper and go sumo wrestling" he said getting up... "I think I'll stay like this for today... Scare a few firsties" Jacob patted his stomache and went to get a phial
"You're welcome" Patroclus smiled to his fat compadre, listening to Jacob, Patroclus started to laugh, causing his newly acquired body weight to ripple like a pond, "Haha Sumo, priceless!" he commented as he wiped away a tear!
"Good Luck with the first year!" Patroclus popped the lid on his vial of antidote, he would have stayed fat for a while, but it made walking very hard, and he imagined the chaffing he would get walking from the dungeons to the seventh Floor tower...not nice! "Bottoms up!" as he swigged the potion down.
It was foul.
The feeling was very perculiar, as the potion rushed down his throat, it felt like it was absorbing the fat as it past through him. His stretched robes, regained there shape, and his breathing became easy again.
Eli blushed and looked down at his bare bony knees with the puddle of pants around his ankles. He quickly reached down and yanked them up, not that it would do much good as they were kind of shredded from all the seams splitting due to his sudden Fat. His robes bunched out weirdly from trying to keep himself covered while he repositioned his pants, and he looked rather like he was wearing a bubble skirt for a top and a tattered skirt instead of pants. His belt was busted, too, so he could hardly use it to hold his pants up. He felt so embarrassed. Stupid LaFlame's stupid fatty potion.
"I told you LaFlame would find a way to torture us." he told Gold, looking miserable. "That's why I think Slytherins are bad. Every Slytherin I ever knew only wanted to do bad stuff to me. Even the professor." He held his pants up with one hand, cleaning up his things with the other. "I don't like stereotypes either, but us Ravenclaws are really logical, and Slytherins being mean is just what the evidence proves. So far, anyway." He would be willing to reassess, if a nice Slytherin ever came his way. And that would be when nogtails could fly, basically.
"And -- I didn't say I wanted to be your boyfriend. Who is he, anyway?" he asked as though he didn't care too much. But he really really did, and he had NO idea why.
Because he so didn't like girls, not even Gold. Even if she was too cool to be cootie central like all the other girls around the school. ( Except Anni and Ellie, of course. )
Gold = sad, now. "I'm sorry," she said. "I would still say give them a chance. There are good and bad Slytherins, just like there are good and bad Gryffindors, or Ravenclaws, or Hufflepuffs." She had hoped he would be able to see that Professor Lafay could be nice, but the way things had turned out, that seemed difficult, now.
"Come on, let's go," she said, deciding that it was not wise to stay in here, much long. If Professor Lafay heard Eli calling her what he did call her, Gold was pretty sure she wouldn't be very happy. So, having cleaned up her workstation, she picked up her school-bag and, grabbing Eli by the arm, tugged him out of the classroom that was now mostly empty.
"Chris Potter," she answered in response to his question, as she stepped out of the classroom. "The Head Boy," she added after a moment, by way of explanation. In case he didn't know who Chris was. Then she was outside the classroom, and in the dungeon corridor.
The Harpy of Hogwarts | Dungeon Mistress | Bimba di Serpeverde
Once she handed out antidotes to all the students, whether or not they took it now, and watched them all leave her class room, she banished the remaining Krispy Kremes, 12 to be exact, to someone's office locked up behind her and left.
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