Inconsiderate Potions (OPEN)

[giovannella]

It didn't take a genius or even someone with moderate observations skills to tell that Andrew DeVerde was having a bad day. For one his usually smooth brown hair hung in clumps around his head covered in some unidentified potion that some inconsiderate person had dropped over one of the banisters from any floor about 3rd. He wasn't sure which and for the sake of his school record he had decided he had better not track this person down in case he let loose a few choice hexes.

Secondly his usual black school robes where no where in sight. They appeared to have been replaced with a suspiciously lumpy grey(ish) jumper that at one point could have belonged to the giant squid as there appeared to be 3 extra sleeves.

So it was at this exact moment Andrew lay half on a study table in his house common room, with his forehead resting on his folded arms. His intention being to relax a bit before he had to venture out onto the school grounds to suffer through yet another care of magical creatures class.
'Sometimes being Andrew DeVerde sucked!'
Grumbling to himself the Ravenclaw boy used the last of his remaining will power to lift his head and turn his attention to the other people in the room hoping no more drama would come his way. At least until he figured out why the potion in his hair refused to be removed with a simple cleaning charm
"Inconsiderate bloody potion"

Comment: I recycled.

[gwenogjones]

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G[/size][/font]wenog had just gotten back from her morning Quidditch practice with the team. She had taken a nice bludger to the face, and had to end the practice early. What would the team do without their captain? As she was walking back up to the tower, she felt her face softly with her first and second finger, and winced. She could feel the bruise. She, no doubt had a large black and blue mark on her face. Of course, she was out of vanishing cream as well. She reached the spiral staircase and walked up to the top with the door. After answering the question, the door swung open and let her in.


As she looked around the room, it was then that she saw Andrew DeVerde, a boy who was a year younger than her, who seemed more than frustrated. And by the sight of him, she wasn't surprised why. As she walked toward him, she saw him trying to scourgify his hair and muttering "Inconsiderate bloody potion.[/color][/size]" She smiled to herself and stopped at the other side of the table. She put her hands on her hips, her Quidditch robes rubbing her ankles. She had changed from a pair of Quidditch boots to strappy heels, as she felt rather short. "What's the matter, DeVerde? Someone hex you?[/color][/size]" She giggled. She always called people by their last name. It was just Gwenog's thing. She pulled out her small 5 1/2" Ashwood wand. It looked like a child's wand, but it suited her well. "Finite Incantatem[/color][/size]" She said, swishing her wand at his hair. The potion disappeared as easily as it could've, as if it would've been scourgified.[/font][/size][/color]

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[giovannella]

Pushing himself up off the table Drew graced the girl beside him with a sniff of disdain "What gives you the impression that someone 'hexed me?" Pushing himself up into the back of his seat Drew picked a lump of what appeared to be solidified frog liver from off the front of his 'jumper' knowing it would make no difference to the ghastly thing but wanting something to stop him from touching his hair again as the finite incantatem hit him, he hated people using magic on him even if they were trying to help. Rolling his eyes Drew looked up through the still tangled mess of hair hanging over his eyes, he wanted to make sure the girl saw the roll of his eyes. 'Honestly did she not think he would know a hex from a large glob of brown sludge dropping on his head?'
"I was not hexed, idiot, what hex do you know that looks like a flying potion, mmm?" He snapped shifting slightly as the girls charm washed over him; pulling out his own wand he cast a quick glamor charm, he didn't know why he didn't think of it before but the last thing he wanted now was for someone else to think they knew better and try to help him 'There, let her think her magic worked...'
"How you got into Ravenclaw is beyond me" He added, slipping his wand back into a handy inside cuff of the jumper Drew shifted to relax into his seat more his attention on the girl still standing with a self satisfied smirk on her face.

He was very tempted to point out her further stupidity for using magic on a potion she had no idea about, if Drew was so unlucky (thankfully he wasn't) then a possible result could have been his head blowing up or god forbid his hair catching fire.
Sitting back from the table Drew folded his arms over his chest in silence, not for any kind of image but because now his scalp seemed to be itching. He knew interlectually that it wouldn't BUT he was hoping that Maybe if he ignored it long enough the fowl stuff would just disappear, and if not he might just consider hunting the maker down and showing them why exactly it was a bad idea to throw potions, maybe if someone else had to suffer the same indignity he wouldn't feel like drowning a kitten right now.

Comment: Sorry but I did clearly state it was a potion in my first post ...and in the topic title.