TM Prompt 190: You've been temporarily turned into a child.
ooc: co_kingofpranks used with permission
“Are we sure about this Fred?”
“Of course we are, George.”
“I still think we need more stinksap.”
“The potion is to make you more mature, not to make you smell.”
“I suppose.”
“Come on, you take the first drink.”
“Why me? You’re the one who thinks it’s finished.”
“Ah yes, but you’ll remember that I tested the last concoction, which resulted in my ear hair growing to the floor. Your turn now.”
George rolled his eyes, but took the flask.
“Now, if this works, I should be able to ask you important questions that women find vital to commitment and all that garbage, and you will be able to not only not laugh, but give a response that doesn’t consist of a grunt and a shoulder shrug.”
Fred took a few steps backward, writing some last-minute notes on a piece of parchment, while George shook out his shoulders and arms and looked more like he was warming up for a race than getting ready to take a potion.
“Ready, George?”
“Ready, Fred.”
George downed the potion in one gulp. He began to sputter and cough almost immediately, and Fred made a few notes with his quill. Clearly, this was not a new reaction to one of their tests, just an inconvenient side-effect that they’d need to figure out how to avoid, because no one would buy it otherwise.
The coughing subsided, and George straightened slowly.
“How do you feel?” Fred inquired.
George shrugged, “No different. Must be a bad batch. Told you we need more stink--”
Before he could finish, George began shrinking rapidly, becoming enveloped in his suddenly too-big robes. He gave a yell that came out more like a yelp, and Fred leaped forward to disentangle him.
“Bloody hell was that?” came a squeaky voice. Fred moved some robes around and found himself staring at a short red-haired boy that looked identical to him, albeit about 10 years younger.
“George?”
The boy stared up at him. “Well who else would it be?”
Fred glanced over his shoulder, first one way, then the other.
“Oh we are going to have so much fun with this.”
He took little George’s hand and led him towards the door.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re gonna play hide-and-seek in Percy’s room. You go hide, and I’ll count to ten and come find you.”
“Wicked!”
The little boy bounded off, and Fred snickered to himself.
“Oh Percy…”
He'd change back eventually.
“Are we sure about this Fred?”
“Of course we are, George.”
“I still think we need more stinksap.”
“The potion is to make you more mature, not to make you smell.”
“I suppose.”
“Come on, you take the first drink.”
“Why me? You’re the one who thinks it’s finished.”
“Ah yes, but you’ll remember that I tested the last concoction, which resulted in my ear hair growing to the floor. Your turn now.”
George rolled his eyes, but took the flask.
“Now, if this works, I should be able to ask you important questions that women find vital to commitment and all that garbage, and you will be able to not only not laugh, but give a response that doesn’t consist of a grunt and a shoulder shrug.”
Fred took a few steps backward, writing some last-minute notes on a piece of parchment, while George shook out his shoulders and arms and looked more like he was warming up for a race than getting ready to take a potion.
“Ready, George?”
“Ready, Fred.”
George downed the potion in one gulp. He began to sputter and cough almost immediately, and Fred made a few notes with his quill. Clearly, this was not a new reaction to one of their tests, just an inconvenient side-effect that they’d need to figure out how to avoid, because no one would buy it otherwise.
The coughing subsided, and George straightened slowly.
“How do you feel?” Fred inquired.
George shrugged, “No different. Must be a bad batch. Told you we need more stink--”
Before he could finish, George began shrinking rapidly, becoming enveloped in his suddenly too-big robes. He gave a yell that came out more like a yelp, and Fred leaped forward to disentangle him.
“Bloody hell was that?” came a squeaky voice. Fred moved some robes around and found himself staring at a short red-haired boy that looked identical to him, albeit about 10 years younger.
“George?”
The boy stared up at him. “Well who else would it be?”
Fred glanced over his shoulder, first one way, then the other.
“Oh we are going to have so much fun with this.”
He took little George’s hand and led him towards the door.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re gonna play hide-and-seek in Percy’s room. You go hide, and I’ll count to ten and come find you.”
“Wicked!”
The little boy bounded off, and Fred snickered to himself.
“Oh Percy…”
He'd change back eventually.