This was it! The moment of truth! The single, most important day of the cub's young life had come, and he was entirely determined to ensure that everything went as he planned. If not, he'd surely find himself in a horribly, horrible situation that would end with the most disastrous results. Peter Stonewall may have only been a second year to some people, but to a kid barely exceeding a height of four feet, as well as one who had hardly scratched the surface of his wizard training, the boy could be dangerous. About as dangerous as, perhaps, a wolf even? No doubt. Still, Emric was fairly confident that he wouldn't find himself at his untimely doom, considering he had a partner in crime that only boosted his success rate at least by a bazillion percent. Ariel Silvermoor, his recently discovered distant cousin, was going to be joining him very soon to help brew a potion that, hopefully, was going to teach that jerk of a Slytherin a lesson in social interaction! Not only had the second year gone and made Emric look like a stupid, whiny fool by stealing his present to Rose away, but the guy had even gone so far as shamelessly flirting with his own cousin a couple times. Now, that wouldn't have been a bad thing had the guy not also flirted with half of the other first year girls - at least one or two in the cub's own house! And who knows how many other girls the guy flirted with that weren't first years, because, evidently, the guy had no limits.
A kid like that needed to be taught a lesson though, which is precisely why Em was hanging out in the weird, plant infested room that was Classroom Eleven, just waiting for his cousin to arrive with her book of potions. Ariel and the first year were going to look through her book, find the most epically, horrible potion one could make and feed it to the second year snake. Were they being over dramatic? Acting like low-level, sleazeballs who should have just let the Slytherin be?
Pfft, of course not! Peter deserved anything the first years could come up with - Emric was certain of that. There were a number of things that could go wrong with their plan; for example, he could discover their plot before execution and beat them up, or, they could pull the prank fine but not without having their identities revealed, thus prompting the boy to, again, beat them up. Most scenarios led to them getting beaten up, and while Emric couldn't speak for Ariel, he at least knew that getting beaten up wasn't something that he wanted to be involved in. A weak sigh left his lips as he flung his body over a chair, then lifting his leg up and stretching it over a nearby desk. The first year was feeling anxious, pretty impatient as well, but more-so anxious and nervous than anything else. He just couldn't wait to being brewing. That was probably the best part of this all - the fact that he got to practice some potion brewing with his cousin. At the moment, Emric was enjoying potions a lot. He wasn't really sure why, but it was consistently at the top of his favorite class list at the end of every week. It was kind of an easy subject when you thought about. All you had to do was follow the instructions for whatever potion it was you were trying to make. If those were followed correctly, everything would go fine! Of course, Em wasn't sure how things went when you didn't have a recipe to follow, but, he hadn't gotten to a situation like that yet, so he figured he'd worry about it later. Some people complained about it being "hard" - like Rose, for example - but Emric pretty much considered those people to be a little more dense than was healthy. Because, really, it was sort of a like cooking, and while he wasn't a chef himself, the cub considered cooking to be something that people could pick up fairly easily. But, that went for anything, didn't it? As long as people tried hard enough and weren't stupid, they could pretty much do well in whatever it was they wanted to do well in. Of course, there were probably a bunch of people who were just hopeless and dumb. Those people probably would always suck at certain things... Whatever, Emric knew he wasn't one of those people who sucked, so he was pretty content with himself.
There, did, happen to be something that the boy wasn't particularly awesome at though. Whistling. That trick seemed to be something the boy struggled a little with... But it was okay. In moments like this - where he had to be patient and wait for people - Emric enjoyed puckering up his lips, folding his tongue and blowing air from out his lungs like a maniac. "Shwooooo" He managed to created from his efforts, feeling pretty content that it had sounded less airy than normal. As long as he had this to practice, the cub could manage to wait awhile before losing interest and wandering away. Of course, that did bring up the question of what he would do after he mastered the art of whistling...
Maybe he'd get a cat or something. Or, maybe he'd get into the habit of picking up the people he planned on meeting himself. Either way, it didn't really matter much at the moment. He was preoccupied now, and more than willing to spend a little more time waiting for his cousin. That's what family did for each other anyway; they made exceptions for things like this. It was like, an unwritten code or something. Still, the boy hoped the eaglet would arrive soon...
Oh, Ariel was mad; not just minorly annoyed type mad, either. No, the little eaglette was positively furious. "Just where did that... that git get off calling her a thief of magic and worse," She fumed as she made her way to classroom eleven, her pewter cauldron hanging neatly from her arm by its handle, parcels of various basic potions ingredients and handy potions stirrer tucked inside of it for easy carrying, and a stack of potions texts, references and notes under her other arm. Her wand hung from its usual position in its holster on her belt. It had been a good thing for the snake in question that her hands had been to full of books and things to allow her to resent his speach with the afore mentioned item.
The foul temper the little brunette was in was all the fault of one Nathaniel Woodbane... a snake possibly a couple of years older than herself. The snake in question had bumped into her in the hallway on her way back up from the kitchens to her meeting to brew potions with her cousin, Emric Bolstridge of Gryffindor house. Their intent had been to use the potions they had to prank another Slytherin, Peter Stonewall. Why had Ariel been in the kitchens? She had been making a deal with the house elves, as a matter of fact... their aid and silence in administering any potions they made in exchange for a supply of Berty Bott's Everyflavor Beans. Ariel chuckled at exactly how simple the transaction had been made; for some reason or other, she just had a way with them. Considering the things she had learned from her sensei, she had begun to think that one day being a prefect herself might not be such a bad thing... for now though, she was content with her reputation as the riddler's shadow. Even these musings, however, did not take her mind off of her mood... a slight smirk curved the corners as she began to contemplate the ways she could get even with that pompous, stuck up serpent. Peter Stonewall and all of his behaviour was, for the moment, forgotten entirely. The little Ravenclaw didn't doubt that the combined powers of herself and Emric could find any number fo amusing ways to let the punishment fit the crime. Ariel wasn't bad at potions , by any means, but she had always had a bit more talent with wand based magic... it was Emric, it seemed, who truly excelled at potions making. There would be, she reflected, PLENTY of time left in the term to get Peter Stonewall and get him good... it seemed there were far too many Slytherins who needed to be taught a lesson in manners. Peter was a flirt, it was true, but some of the things the Woodbane boy had said.... Grrrrr.
Such were her thoughts as she entered the eerie, jungle like classroom eleven... her eyes blazing dangerously. She quickly spotted Emric slumped comfortably in one of the chairs, his feet propped up on the desk... a posture no teacher would have allowed had one been around to see it.
"Emric!" She called, a light of fierce mischief touched with anger shining in her eyes," I got the house elves to agree to help us, AND to promise not to reveal our identities. Let's see, here are my potions books," She added setting the stack on a nearby desk," especially this one," She added holding up a muggle spiral notebook, and brandishing with a grin." This one has some potions that are good for pranks in it... including," she added with a smirk," a few that you won't find in the others." Being the riddler's shadow, the eagle prefect's apprentice of prankery, had its advantages... for one, she was learning all kinds of interesting potions and interesting uses for them...
With that she set her cauldron down and began to unpack the various ingredients she had brought with her, carefully organizing them. They had ended up choosing this room because there was a wide range of plants in it, more than a few of which were useful in various potions. It was also, as an added benefit, not much used for actual classes anymore and so they were unlikely to be found. "Do you know a Nathaniel Woodbane?" She enquired, still busily looking through what she had brought with her... yes, very good, she thought examining a packet of dragon scales she had brought, setting then next to her bottle of distilled water. "I ran into him in the corridors on my way back upr from talking with the houselves," She continued,"And you wouldn't believe some of the things he said to me," she added with a hint of the anger she felt in her voice.