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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 17, 2007 1:28:42 GMT
(( To the guy that plays Professor Black: don't mind us. It's for the Big Evil. ;D ))
The door to the Potions lab creaked open slowly, Thom's head poking round furtively. To his relief Professor Black nor anybody else sat in the classroom catching up on work, and with a satisfied huff, pushed the door right open and stood aside to let Zachary in.
Against the far wall in front of a window, blocking all the light, sat the ugly and imposing ingredients stock cupboard. It had always had a rather nasty reputation about it, that cupboard - often strange growths could been seen oozing out of the hinges where a magical moss or fungus had decided to make an escape, and it was always advisable to cover one's mouth with a sleeve if any suspicious gases were seen trailing from the keyhole.
'Oy, gimme that list...' Thom said anxiously, snatching up the parchment from Zachary as he entered. 'The sphinx brains and dodo blood will be in Black's private stuff, but everything else should be in there...' He said, wandering over to the cupboard with a paranoid frown. What on earth was he doing this for?
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 17, 2007 1:42:03 GMT
Zachary groaned in repulsion as he stared at the ingredients cupboard. Usually in class, he'd force his less-than-appreciative partner to retrieve the ingredients and never allow himself to go near the disgusting mess.
Turning back to Thom, he shivered. "Eugh," He stepped back and held out the list. "I'm not going in there. You can't make me," he said stubbornly, glancing toward Moen with a scowl, before catching the gruesome sight of unattractive, spongy, mould seeping through the cracks and entwining around the hinges in search of light.
Waving the list warily, he looked away and squeezed his eyes shut, holding his free arm protectively over his mouth and nose, waiting for the Hufflepuff to take the list and quickly get what they needed.
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 17, 2007 2:01:25 GMT
'Er, excuse me, this is your stuff we're stealing!' Thom said indignantly, lunging from Zachary before he could sky away any further. He took hold of his shoulder and dragged him roughly toward the cupboard, taking great pleasure in forcibly throwing him against the double doors. Already the smell was rotten and putrid, and Thom gagged a little before covering his nose and saying in a weird voice, 'Open it - go on!'
When the Slytherin boy did not move, Thom grumbled impatiently and took hold of one of the teeny doorknobs, turning it with the tips of his fingers so as to touched as little as the odd moistness on it as possible. As it swung open and the light flooded in, Thom just caught sight of a clan of large blue lizards scurrying away out of sight behind a jar of pickled gaint's lips. Rubbing his hands on his robes in disgust, Thom looked at the list and briefly pointed at the bottom shelf where a throbbing dish of what looked like plant roots sat. 'We need a bit of that... and two grams of those, and - ugh! What the hell is that?!' Thom took a step back as he looked upon what was quite obviously a mass of red and green eyes in a box - all of them belong to the same creature, which was sat in puss. 'Touch it, I dare you...' Thom grinned childishly.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 18, 2007 0:25:55 GMT
Zachary stumbled into the room after Thom, letting out a grunt of disgust as he scanned the shelves. Peering closely at the indicated roots, he shrugged, "those don't look too awful, at least not compared to these..." He trailed off and pointed to a small tray of decaying maggots, covered in a translucent, yellowish slime. Shuddering, Zachary looked back at Thom who seemed to be captivated by something, staring at it with a grimace.
"Dare me?" Zachary ventured closer curiously, trying to see over Thom's shoulder. When his eyes found the box, he stumbled back in surprise, suddenly feeling sick. "Touch that," he said, still moving back further. "You couldn't pay me to touch that." Shivering with disgust, he hastily stepped away.
"This place," he said, revolted. "Needs to be cleaned one in a whi--what was that." Zachary scowled, feeling a slight tickling sensation crawl up his arm and over his shoulder. "Moen," he said angrily, jerking around as the sensation grew. "Stop that! It's not funny," he yelped as he spun around, staring at Thom accusingly. Realising that he was quite the distance away from the Hufflepuff, Zachary widened his eyes and let out a small moan.
"What the hell is on me?!" Quivering, he reached behind him, grimacing and letting out a drawn-out whine as his fingers slipped through a gooey substance. Finally, closing his eyes, he let out a loud yell as one of the large maggots fell into his palm, promptly flinging it in Thom's direction.
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 18, 2007 17:53:38 GMT
Thom scream a little more high pitched than he would have liked as the thing was flung at him. To his horror the only thing trying to dodge it seemed to do was to allow it to land on the top of his head, falling through his hair. 'Yuck! Get it out! Get it out!' Thom yelled as he dropped what he was holding and proceeded to shake his head and ruffle his hair about, desperate to dislodge the disgusting creature.
To his horror a strange cold slime was transfered onto his hands from his hair, and as he looked at Zachary he could see that he too seemed to have more slime on him every second. 'You must have another one on you! What the hell are they secreting?!' He moaned as the foul smelling stuff dribbled down his forehead and onto his nose.
Out of panic Thom quickly rushed to the sink, turning the taps on full blast and ducking his head under the powerful surge of water.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 21, 2007 5:08:08 GMT
"A--another one?" Zachary stumbled around the cupboard trying to dislodge it, or at least find where it was. When he heard the sound of spraying water, he let out a relieved whimper before narrowing his eyes. "Hey, wait for me, Moen! Or... Or, I'll--"
Before his threat could be completely uttered, he found himself falling to the floor almost as though in slow motion. The slime that was collected between his fingers flung with the force, splattering with an unflattering sound on the creaking door. Letting out a surprised cry, he slid to the ground, facing one of the skeletal lizards from before and staring eye to yellow-eye.
Jumping up with a terrified yelp as the lizard exposed it's flexible tongue, Zachary felt his elbow hit something hard. The spraying water had just turned off, signaling the slime had been washed off the Hufflepuff, when the jar filled with eyeballss soared quickly through the air.
"Wa--Watch out!" Zachary said with a small wince, hearing the sharp clatter as it smashed against the sink, sending the contents everywhere. Mildly joyous they hadn't landed on him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror as they began rolling toward him with an almost sinister look in their eye. [Haha! So funny]
"Get them away," He wailed, one of his heels digging into the first shelf as his fingers clasped onto the jutting shelves above him. Trying to climb up them in his awkward position, he nearly knocked over a jar of swashing goat innards.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 26, 2007 22:50:04 GMT
Thom raked his fingers through his hair furiously, desperate to dislodge the slime and the little beasts were secreting it. His head and shoulders were soaked by now, and as he turned off the jet of water in relief, he was suddenly assaulted by a flying dish. He leaped out the way just in time, watching it smash into the side of the sink - its gruesome contents flying everywhere. Whatever the creature had been, it's several dozen eyes were now loose and free to do what they pleased, which apparently was to home in on Zachary and Thom.
'Help me!' He shouted in a half-cry, dancing on the spot as he tried to stop them from climbing onto his boots, all staring up at him with a spooky fixation. There were several crunches as he flattened a couple, and was horrified when whatever nasty substance the eyes were made of happened to glue the bottoms of his shoes to the floor. 'Daniels ! I - I think I'm stuck!' He looked toward the Slytherin to see that he had climbed up onto the first shelf of the cupboard in a bid to escape the eyes.
It was then that Thom saw the withered grey forearm reaching from a wooden box Thom had sworn had been locked a few moments ago. Zachary was focused on the floor watching the beasts, and had not yet see the sinister hand slowly reaching for his head. 'What the hell is it?!' Thom yelled as he stared.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 28, 2007 2:12:40 GMT
"What?" Zachary called, not aware of the limb slowly reaching for him from inside the box. The eyeballs had used the gluey substance surrounding them to stick to the shelves like Velcro, climbing up toward the Slytherin slowly.
Beginning to panic, Zachary flailed his legs about, trying to reach for another shelf. When he finally came in contact with one, there was a sickening crunch and a loud squealing wail. Looking down, Zachary lurched his foot off the box, the grey arm hanging limply out the lid, fingers flexing disjointedly.
"What is that?!" He cried suddenly, jerking around in fear trying to get as far from it as possible. The lizards, it seemed, had left a trail of slime as they skittered across the shelves and Zachary stepped right into the mess, slipping off the shelf and falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Groaning, his legs back sore, he tried to turn over but found himself unable to. Moaning warily, he realized that once he had hit the floor, he had squashed a number of the eyeballs underneath him, effectively pinning him there.
He blinked at the ceiling warily, on his back and unable to move. As if the cupboard was mocking him, a jar of tortoise shells dropped off the shelf and rolled beside him.
"I think I'm stuck too," He finally said lamely.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Mar 8, 2007 16:16:24 GMT
Thom groaned loudly as he watched Zachary fall flat on his back, now also glued to the floor. For a long moment the two of them were silent, jerking this way and that in an attempt to loosen themselves. The ugly severed arm had been knocked from its box and was now dragging itself along the floor toward the classroom door in a bid to escape. It stopped on the way to pat Zachary appreciatively on the forehead before moving on.
'Erm... since I'm older this is your fault.' Thom declared awkwardly. A sickly burnt cheese like smell was now filling their nostrils, and Thom realise the awful gunk sticking them to the spot was only strengthening more. Bending down, Thom knew there was nothing to do but pull his feet out of his boots. As he undid the laces he realised most of Zachary's clothes would have to come off... and they were ages away from his common room. 'You're done for, mate.' Thom grinned impishly.
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Post by Uriel Levinston on Mar 17, 2007 1:07:26 GMT
Uriel smirked as he finally walked through the open door, his shoes clicking sharply on the stone floor. There was an almost sinister glint in his eye-- something acquired from Vandesar, surely-- as he took out his wand.
"Incarcerous!"
Thom's boots were once again locked into place as ropes tied around his ankles several times, immobilizing him. "I'd say you both are done for, actually..." He said smoothly, his face disappointed as he stepped behind the older student, grimacing at the mess on the floor. "And in for a night of scrubbing, looks like."
He was about to conjure a few cleaning supplies, casting a wicked look toward the Slytherin boy who was still glued to the floor, when his eyebrows suddenly rose in surprise. A small piece of parchment was crumpled in Moen's fingers, and Uriel snatched it from the clenched fist, ignoring all protests.
After a long moment, obviously having placed the spell and it's intricacy, Uriel unbound the boy's legs. "Thom Moen, apprentice? I've seen your application for the Ministry. Of course, it was denied," he said nonchalantly, "But that was before we knew you were so talented and could brew such--" he waved the parchment in Thom's face, "--elaborate potions."
Turning swiftly on his heel, ignoring Zachary completely, he beckoned Thom to follow him. "If you'd come with me, I have a business proposition." He said seriously, though not unkindly, as this was business after all; and business was what he was good at.
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Post by Thom Moen on Mar 21, 2007 1:12:39 GMT
Thom tried to swipe the parchment back as it was taken from him, but it merely resulted in him swaying dangerously on the spot, his ankles still tied up. Upon the man's blunt reminder of Thom's rejection from the ministry, he gave a gloomy look and turned red. He perked up however at the mention that he was suddenly being reconsidered (for something unorthodox perhaps, but a potential offer all the same).
The bounds were removed from his feet and Thom stumbled forward, clumsily hopping over the gunk that had originally trapped him. 'Really? A proposition?' Thom grinned stupidly as he stared with big, greedy eyes at the man's back. This was his chance! Impress this man and he'd be set for life! He looked at Zachary still lying on his back, a distraught expression of his face at the concept of Thom having the scoundrel's luck of getting a job out of this fiasco. Perhaps Zachary had done him a favour in putting him through all this trouble?
Running a hand through his soaked hair, Thom donned a smug expression and turned on his heel, marching out of the door after the man, deciding Zachary could take care of himself. He had his ingredients, after all. They may have been all over him, but what did that matter?
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Mar 24, 2007 9:12:58 GMT
Zachary watched the man lead Thom away, sending the Hufflepuff one last irritated scowl as he slunk away. With a long, drawn-out sigh, he tried once again to pull himself free. Finally, after a few insistent tugs, there was a loud tear and Zachary pulled himself off the floor, feeling a chill as he stared at the back of his robes attached to the floor.
Letting out a small whine, he looked back at the ingredients and realised the parchment was still in Uriel's grip. Rolling his eyes, he tried to memorize them, and instead in the end grabbed everything Thom had even acknowledged.
Shrinking the ingredients and putting them in his pant pocket, he transfigured one of the towels by the sink into a new shirt-- that was really quite ugly-- and quietly exited the classroom, closing the door behind him.
He wondered how Mozess was doing in the Common Room briefly, before feeling a bit bitter that she hadn't had to spend the majority of the night stuck to Professor Black's classroom floor.[/color]
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jun 30, 2007 3:12:04 GMT
Young Sarie heard a nosie coming from the potions lab. She had come to meet the professor but istead she found two boys fight. She stood there for a moment trying to figure out what was happening. She also felt like running but she was forzen.  then she regain her feet and ran Oops... this thread's already closed/over. Thom's gone!  But you're welcome to join any others, as long as they're still running and are open. 
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