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perfectworry) wrote2013-09-23 09:42 pm
perfectworry) wrote2013-09-23 09:42 pm
[shared 'verse: cactus flower (jazz remix) + fandom: harry potter] amortentia
title: Amortentia
verse: Cactus Flower + Harry Potter
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writerverse
prompt: Phase #08: Challenge #08: Cross Cross Apple Sauce
word count: 447
rating: PG
summary: Mariel and Aya at Hogwarts.
"Miss Scarlett, are you listening?"
The potions master looked up from his demonstration of the proper way to stir amortentia. The scent wafted through the dungeons, thickening the air. This far underground, no breeze blew to carry away the distracting smells, unique to each person.
Mariel sat towards the back, avidly taking notes and trying to avoid the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and clove cigarettes, and something that reminded her worryingly of chamomile and vanilla. As Professor Farrel swept down the isles between students, Mariel kicked Aya under their rickety old table. Aya shook herself, as though waking up from a dream.
Mariel hurriedly swiped the parchment from Aya's desk and crunched it up into her fist. Aya had not been taking notes at all, but doodling something inappropriate surrounded by lots of hearts. As Mariel spied her own name written in Aya's curlicued handwriting, she did not need Professor Farrel to see it. Knowing it would no doubt land her in detention, she muttered a quick spell beneath her breath and prodded the parchment with her wand, catching it on fire. It burned a cold blue in her hands, the flames tingling like ice on her fingers, but destroying the paper like any normal fire.
She clapped her hands together to put out the flames just as Professor Farrel made it to their spot.
"Miss Scarlett, I asked you a question," he hissed. As subtly as possible, Mariel pushed her notes towards Aya's side of the table and hoped she could read her spindly, backwards slanting handwriting if the Potions Master quizzed her. "Are you listening, or are you daydreaming about Miss Aldreich?"
"Daydreaming, sir," answered Aya, pertly. Mariel flushed, but Aya spoke with the same self-confident air as if she were answering about the ingredients of the potion, or the correct way to stir it.
"Very well," said Professor Farrel. He seemed to find Mariel's humiliation punishment enough, as he swept away from them, back towards the front of the classroom. "You would do well to pay attention and listen when your teachers are talking, Miss Scarlett, as your … friend will not be on the exam."
"Yes, sir," said Aya, unrolling a fresh scroll of parchment and dipping her quill in the inkwell.
Instead of writing down the correct number of times to stir the potion, Aya scrawled a note on the corner of her parchment: sorry. xoxo, A., she wrote. Mariel nodded in acknowledgement, then smiled a little. Glancing up to see Professor Farrel engrossed in his favorite pastime of harassing Koji, she scribbled on the edge of her own paper, everybody knows anyway & it smells like your perfume.
verse: Cactus Flower + Harry Potter
community:
writerverse prompt: Phase #08: Challenge #08: Cross Cross Apple Sauce
word count: 447
rating: PG
summary: Mariel and Aya at Hogwarts.
"Miss Scarlett, are you listening?"
The potions master looked up from his demonstration of the proper way to stir amortentia. The scent wafted through the dungeons, thickening the air. This far underground, no breeze blew to carry away the distracting smells, unique to each person.
Mariel sat towards the back, avidly taking notes and trying to avoid the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and clove cigarettes, and something that reminded her worryingly of chamomile and vanilla. As Professor Farrel swept down the isles between students, Mariel kicked Aya under their rickety old table. Aya shook herself, as though waking up from a dream.
Mariel hurriedly swiped the parchment from Aya's desk and crunched it up into her fist. Aya had not been taking notes at all, but doodling something inappropriate surrounded by lots of hearts. As Mariel spied her own name written in Aya's curlicued handwriting, she did not need Professor Farrel to see it. Knowing it would no doubt land her in detention, she muttered a quick spell beneath her breath and prodded the parchment with her wand, catching it on fire. It burned a cold blue in her hands, the flames tingling like ice on her fingers, but destroying the paper like any normal fire.
She clapped her hands together to put out the flames just as Professor Farrel made it to their spot.
"Miss Scarlett, I asked you a question," he hissed. As subtly as possible, Mariel pushed her notes towards Aya's side of the table and hoped she could read her spindly, backwards slanting handwriting if the Potions Master quizzed her. "Are you listening, or are you daydreaming about Miss Aldreich?"
"Daydreaming, sir," answered Aya, pertly. Mariel flushed, but Aya spoke with the same self-confident air as if she were answering about the ingredients of the potion, or the correct way to stir it.
"Very well," said Professor Farrel. He seemed to find Mariel's humiliation punishment enough, as he swept away from them, back towards the front of the classroom. "You would do well to pay attention and listen when your teachers are talking, Miss Scarlett, as your … friend will not be on the exam."
"Yes, sir," said Aya, unrolling a fresh scroll of parchment and dipping her quill in the inkwell.
Instead of writing down the correct number of times to stir the potion, Aya scrawled a note on the corner of her parchment: sorry. xoxo, A., she wrote. Mariel nodded in acknowledgement, then smiled a little. Glancing up to see Professor Farrel engrossed in his favorite pastime of harassing Koji, she scribbled on the edge of her own paper, everybody knows anyway & it smells like your perfume.