Talking Man to Man, or Badger to Snake...
Who: Ernie Macmillan and Professor Slughorn
What: A talk about life, love, and everything
Where: Potions classroom
When: Tuesday, September 16, shortly after 17:15
Status: Complete
Ernie had headed back to his Potions classroom immediately after Charms class was over. He had been so lax in his studying of late, and his concentration had become rather miserable, and thus he had decided to spend some time trying to work on the Potion discussed in that morning's class. The fact that it would hopefully help get his mind off of the entire situation with Megan and Zach was simply a bonus.
As he arrived to his usual table and began setting up ingredients, his mind traveled back to the night before. He had been sat at his desk, a roll of parchment before him and a quill in his hand, and the only words he had succeeded in getting down were Dear Dad. Every time he started writing something else, he heard in his mind his father's voice as it had come from the howler, telling Ernie how ashamed he was of him. He wouldn't understand, Ernie thought with a shake of his head. He'll just think I'm being silly and stupid and should just buck up and be a man.
Ernie realized he had been standing there, remembering for several moments, and chastised himself for allowing himself to be distracted again. He set out the ingredients, opened his notebook to the proper place, then lit the burner. One by one, he worked with the ingredients, treating them just the right way before they were placed in the cauldron. He picked up the second-last item, a sort of blue grass similar to the yellow grass he had picked in the greenhouses the afternoon before in his efforts to help get the sticky substance from Megan's hands.
Megan's hands... her lips... her arms... As his mind remembered, his hand absently dropped the grass into the cauldron before being properly prepared, and a few moments later...
KABOOM!!!
Ernie picked himself up from the floor where he'd been sent reeling from the small explosion. He sighed, brushing off dirt and ash from his robes as he grimaced, thinking on how his lack of attention had yet again messed things up.
"Merlin, can't I do anything right these days?"
What: A talk about life, love, and everything
Where: Potions classroom
When: Tuesday, September 16, shortly after 17:15
Status: Complete
Ernie had headed back to his Potions classroom immediately after Charms class was over. He had been so lax in his studying of late, and his concentration had become rather miserable, and thus he had decided to spend some time trying to work on the Potion discussed in that morning's class. The fact that it would hopefully help get his mind off of the entire situation with Megan and Zach was simply a bonus.
As he arrived to his usual table and began setting up ingredients, his mind traveled back to the night before. He had been sat at his desk, a roll of parchment before him and a quill in his hand, and the only words he had succeeded in getting down were Dear Dad. Every time he started writing something else, he heard in his mind his father's voice as it had come from the howler, telling Ernie how ashamed he was of him. He wouldn't understand, Ernie thought with a shake of his head. He'll just think I'm being silly and stupid and should just buck up and be a man.
Ernie realized he had been standing there, remembering for several moments, and chastised himself for allowing himself to be distracted again. He set out the ingredients, opened his notebook to the proper place, then lit the burner. One by one, he worked with the ingredients, treating them just the right way before they were placed in the cauldron. He picked up the second-last item, a sort of blue grass similar to the yellow grass he had picked in the greenhouses the afternoon before in his efforts to help get the sticky substance from Megan's hands.
Megan's hands... her lips... her arms... As his mind remembered, his hand absently dropped the grass into the cauldron before being properly prepared, and a few moments later...
KABOOM!!!
Ernie picked himself up from the floor where he'd been sent reeling from the small explosion. He sighed, brushing off dirt and ash from his robes as he grimaced, thinking on how his lack of attention had yet again messed things up.
"Merlin, can't I do anything right these days?"