Set the Night on Fire

Come and have a chat with Myrtle or brew a secret potion. Also the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. You know, technically it's for girls only, but we won't say anything if you guys want to be a bit dodgy and come in.

Set the Night on Fire

Harry Berkwood
First Year
Joined: Jan 27 2012, 12:22 AM

Mar 27 2012, 04:10 PM #1

For a castle as big as Hogwarts, there were really so few places to set up a cauldron and brew potions in secret. Not that Harry was trying to hide anything. No, no, everything he was putting in his cauldron was perfectly legal, all honorably obtained with money the boy’s parents had sent after he lied and told them he needed it for something school related. The potion he was making wasn’t something that would get him in trouble. No one could ban a potion that hadn’t actually been invented yet, and anyway, the Ravenclaw had no idea what it’d do yet. Hopefully nothing around him was flammable. The eagle wasn’t stupid, of course. He’d taken all the necessary precautions, made sure that there were no parchment or books or bed sheets—honestly, you set your roommate’s bed on fire by accident one time—around that could get in the way. In fact, the sixteen year old couldn’t have found a better place for just such an inevitability—er, that is, just such a possibility.

It was probably weird for a boy to be hanging around in the girls’ bathroom, but Harry figured most people avoided the one on the second floor, anyway. No one really wanted to have to deal with Myrtle, and the eagle couldn’t really blame them. The sixth year tried to get along with just about everyone, but even he had to admit that that ghost could grind on his nerves sometimes. At the moment, though, she was nowhere in sight, probably busy hanging out in the pipes or something. Harry figured she’d probably be helpful if there was a fire, though he didn’t really think anything in here was flammable. No one knew how to flood a bathroom like Myrtle. The sixth year knew this for a fact—he’d made the mistake of telling her that once. Some people just couldn’t take a compliment.

The eagle laid out all of his ingredients on the floor before lighting a fire under the cauldron he’d set in the middle of the bathroom. It was sort of blocking half the stalls, but Harry wasn’t going to worry about that. He stood for a moment over his ingredients, trying to decide what to do first. Pointing his wand into the center of the cauldron, the boy said, ”Aguamenti!” A stream of water shot out of the Ravenclaw’s wand, filling the cauldron about halfway. That done, the sixth year crouched down to go over the various items he’d either bought from the apothecary in Hogsmeade or “borrowed” from the cupboard in the Potions classroom. It still counted as borrowing if you weren’t sure you could replace it, right? It was the intention that counted, probably. Picking up a bowl that held a healthy dose of powdered asphodel root, the sixteen year old straightened, looked down at his cauldron, then back at the bowl again. What would be a reasonable, safe amount of this stuff to put in? The Ravenclaw hadn’t brought any measuring equipment with him since it took up too much space in his bag. He’d just have to estimate. Without giving it much more thought, Harry dumped the entire contents of the bowl into the cauldron. The water immediately turned a rather frightening shade of dark green. That was probably a good sign, right?

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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Mar 27 2012, 06:49 PM #2

Rixen was oh-so bored, in an oh-so way that no-body could describe. She had just finished reading the whole damn series of Standard Book Of Spells. She was sure she just broaden her vocabulary, but at least twenty-thousand words. Still, who was counting? She decided to just go a-wandering around the castle, minding her own business. She had no idea where she was going to end up, and she liked it that way. Rixen swung her arms back and forth and looked around in the corridor she had ended up. It was the second floor, she knew that much, and she knew what room she was nearing. That damn bathroom, where that ghost haunted. Myrtle...was it? The ghost had stalked her in every bathroom she went in when she was in first year, spooking her at every chance. Let's just say, Rixen avoided the bathroom as much as she could. As she was about to turn around, she heard some clattering from the bathroom, and decided to check that Myrtle wasn't smashing the place up, or terrifying some first year. She shuddered before she opened the door, and walked in. The floor was soaked, and she realised that a litle too late. Rixen stepped onward and slipped, and she went tumbling back onto her rear. She scowled and looked at her now soaked shorts. "Oh, brilliant." She remarked, sarcastically. Most of her laundry wasn't dry yet, and now neither were these. "That's just what I needed."

Rixen stood up, and said girl went to find some toilet paper she could at least attempt to dry herself with. Still, she was very, very careful of where she stood. She didn't need to get herself even more wet. She entered a stall and grabbed some paper. She noticed something was going on nearby, and went to check it out. Any explorer would do so, any chance to discover something new. Stop, Rixen, your starting to sound like a 'puff. Not that there are anything wrong with Hufflepuffs. They're just so damn cheery. Rixen saw that somebody was, in fact, making a potion. She slipped once more and sort of just sat there on the wet ground, a surprised expression on her face. She gripped onto the closest thing to help her stand upright and crossed her arms. "I thought this was a girls' bathroom, not a boys'." Rixen shook her head in mock shame. "Honestly, curiousity killed the cat, but I must know, what the hell are you doing in here and why?" She slipped over again. "Oh, damn."

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Harry Berkwood
First Year
Joined: Jan 27 2012, 12:22 AM

Mar 29 2012, 03:15 AM #3

There were really two ways to look at the situation, Harry thought as he considered the puddle of... whatever that was... at his feet. On the one hand, the sixth year could look at this as a complete disaster--he'd only added two ingredients to his caludron before the thing had gone all Mount Vesuvius on him. On the other hand, the slimy grey ooze that had been his potion a moment earlier was now reacting in very interesting ways with the ingredients that were still on the floor of the bathroom. The Ravenclaw wondered if there were tests he could run on them, maybe see if they were useful for something besides possibly eating through the stone floor. Speaking of which, it was probably in his best interest to clean up this mess before something like that did happen. Pulling out his wand, the sixteen year old conjured a handful of vials. If you were going to make a mess, the eagle reasoned, you might as well make the most of it. There was no such thing as a wasted effort unless you gave up.

As the Ravenclaw began scooping items into the vials--keeping his face directed away to avoid the fumes coming up from the murtlap, which had turned black and was bubbling in a rather sinister fashion--Harry heard someone enter the bathroom. They didn't say anything at first, so the sixth year ignored the intrusion. Once he's gotten as much as he could into the vials, Harry corked each one and set them in his bag. There, now this wasn't a total loss. The eagle figured he could get a certain amount of mileage out of at least looking at what this "disaster" had caused. Waste not, want not. That worked in this case, right? The sixth year had obtained these ingredients fair and square--mostly--and he had every right to reuse them as he pleased. All in all, Harry would call this experiment a success. The floor might be a bit damp, but it wasn't even slightly dented. It was sort of disappointing, actually.

Harry turned as he heard the other person in the bathroom speak. The sixth year at least had the good sense to look sheepish. "Well, you know, this isn't exactly the most popular bathroom," the boy defended. He waved a hand at his cauldron. "All the usual good spots were taken." It was probably best to leave out the bit about possible fires and Myrtle's amazing flooding abilities. For some reason, most people didn't like that sort of reasoning. Harry couldn't imagine why.

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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Mar 30 2012, 08:50 PM #4

Rixen rubbed her eyes. That was a mistake. The water went into her eyes and started to get irritated. Still, it was her bad eye so no harm done. She couldn't really become doubly blind. She crossed her legs, and the Slytherin sighed. This person -Ravenclaw? or a different house?- didn't really say much. Rixen wanted a full-out conversation that was exciting and...she sighed. She rotated her wrists, waiting for some kind of friendly reaction. A smile, or a smirk would do just fine. She wasn't fussy. Still, she needed something, or she could die or boredom. Rixen crossed her arms behind her head and looked around. Ugh, nothing to bloody do. She kept on fidgeting, tapping her hands against the wet floor, or clicking her fingers...something.

Rixen sighed. "So, what potion are you making? A dangerous Draught of Living Death, or a scandalous Love Potion?" She gave a cheeky grin, before going over and sitting opposite the nameless one, looking down at the grey liquid. Nice... She wrinkled her nose at it, and laughed. "This bathroom is a bit more popular then you probably anticipated. People sneak in here at night, and during the day sometimes." Rixen shrugged and inspected the cauldron. "It looks like...nevermind." She bit her lip, having the name in her mind... But it didn't look...right. Honestly? To her it looked like puke. Still, the young Phantomhive wouldn't offend somebody. Well....no comment actually. She wasn't a Slytherin sometimes. She was quite sly... Rixen pulled out another cheeky grin.

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Harry Berkwood
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Apr 1 2012, 03:12 AM #5

Harry went over to the paper towel dispenser and pulled out several sheets of paper. He had gotten most of the important bits up, but there was still a sizable mess on the floor of the bathroom. That was the only problem with this sort of thing--there was always a mess afterwards. The eagle supposed that if he just left it, someone else would clean it up, but that didn't seem very nice, and anyway, it was his mess, he should clean it up. Stooping down, the sixth year began mopping up the excess grey ooze from the floor, careful not to actually touch the stuff himself. Who knew what sort of reaction it would have with human skin? Or with his clothes, for that matter. Harry might be nuts, but he wasn't suicidal. Though, the fact that he even had to worry about that sort of thing should've probably kept him from experimenting with things like this.

"I don't know yet," Harry said in answer to the girl's question. The boy glanced up from his hunched over position. "I'd wash my hands if I were you. Don't know what this stuff'll do to you." The sixteen year old turned his attention back to the floor, furiously wiping away at the stone. Once the towels in his hands were too wet to be of much use, the eagle tossed them in the bin and started again with a new batch. As he worked, the sixth year spoke, "I wasn't really trying to make anything in particular. I just wanted to see what'd happen if I put some things together in a cauldron." How else was he supposed to discover anything? Different plants and objects and whatever else did different things, and they combined in different ways. The only way to know how they'd react was to try and put them together. Or, Harry supposed, he could look it up in a book, but how long would that take? How many books would the boy have to comb through to find out that a cup or two of powdered asphodel root mixed with a couple tablespoons' worth of bubotuber pus would could a miniature volcanic explosion? The Ravenclaw's mind reeled at the thought. It was just easier to try it out himself. He'd never learn anything useful otherwise.

"I wasn't really going for privacy so much as... ugh." Even Harry had to make a face at the smell coming up from the floor. It sort of smelled like rotten eggs, though he had no idea where that had come from. "So much as a place that usually has less activity." The eagle shrugged. "Also, you never know when you'll need one of Myrtle's floods to put out a fire." At this, the sixteen year old craned his neck to try and see into the ghost's usual stall, just in case she was hiding out and listening, but thankfully she hadn't appeared. Good. Harry didn't fancy cleaning up water, too.

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Rixen Phantomhive
First Year
Joined: Mar 22 2012, 09:04 PM

Apr 2 2012, 04:33 PM #6

Rixen creased her nose as the smell. "It stinks." She nodded in agreement to her own statement. The smell intoxicated her nose. She held her breath. She had left her wand back in the dormitory. Idiot! She howled in her mind. That was really clever! She winced at the fight inside her mind. Mind: 1, Rixen: 0. She loved losing to her mind. Not. Still, there was nothing she could do now, unless she felt like trudging all the way down to the dungeons, and fetching it. No, Rixen felt like being lazy today. She grinned ro herself. Chesire cat. She thought. She brushed down her sleeves and shrugged. "It doesn't seem that bad. It's just...a big blob of...grey?" She suggested.

Rixen wiped her hands against each other. However, when he said to wash her hands, she sighed and went over to the basin. She turned on the tap and washed her hands. "It doesn't seem danger. I doubt it would hurt." She turned off the taps and brushed her hands against her legs. Rixen rolled her shoulders back, and sat back down on the ground. "So, you like discovering potions, then?" She smiled. "Potions is ok. I'm not very good at it though. I'm better at Defence Against The Dark Arts, Divination and Transfiguration." She sighed. "What are your favorite subjects?" Rixen yawned. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself. Gomensai. I'm Rixen, fourth year, and a Slytherin. How about you?"

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Harry Berkwood
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Joined: Jan 27 2012, 12:22 AM

Apr 3 2012, 05:34 PM #7

By this point, Harry had mostly cleaned up the potion from the floor. It wasn’t so bad once the plants and things he’d had out were cleaned up. The Ravenclaw tossed the last of the paper towels in the bin, then went and followed his own advice, washing his hands as quickly and as thoroughly as he could. Shaking them dry, he said, “You never know. Better safe than sorry. I don’t even know how all the ingredients are supposed to react together, let alone how they’ll react with your skin.” The eagle shrugged. This was why he tested all of potions on himself. It was still dangerous, but at least he wasn’t putting anyone else at risk.

The sixth year took out his wand again, this time pointing it into his cauldron. At his incantation, what grey ooze was left inside siphoned into the boy’s wand, leaving the cauldron… well, if not clean exactly, at least cleaner, which was all Harry could really hope to ask for. The pewter cauldron was much the worse for wear after nearly six years of the Ravenclaw’s class and experimental potions. Half of the rim had melted in an explosion the year before, and now the sixteen year old had to be careful where he held onto it since the edges were sharp enough to cut his hands. The eagle thought it gave his cauldron character, made it stand out from the rest. Most everyone else thought it was a safety hazard. What did they know?

“I’m rubbish at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” Harry replied, pocketing his wand again. “I got a T on my OWL.” He said this rather matter-of-factly. The Ravenclaw didn’t really mind; he’d been glad when he failed his DADA OWL. It meant he didn’t have to take that class ever again. It was hard to have much enthusiasm for a class he was terrible at. “I like Transfiguration, though. And, well, Potions, obviously.” The eagle gestured at his cauldron as though he expected it to pretty much speak for itself. “Name’s Harry, sixth year, Ravenclaw.” He offered the girl a friendly smile before stooping to put out the fire under his cauldron, only to realize it had already go out. There was a tell-tale build-up of grey ooze around the bottom. “Huh.” A moment later, the boy had his wand out again and was conjuring another vial. He scooped up more of the ooze before corking the vial and sticking it in his bag along with the others.

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