Ficlet: No Challenge: Hazardous Fumes
Title: Hazardous Fumes
Summary: There's a cauldron of Amortentia simmering in Slughorn's classroom, and Anthony's curiosity gets the better of him. Inspired by the Potions Classroom drabble challenge.
Characters/Pairings: Anthony Goldstein/Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot, Michael Corner
Genre: Wuv
Rating/Warnings: PG/None
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 271
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Sure
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Anthony Goldstein scraped the tip of his wand around his cauldron, siphoning away all evidence of his failure.
"I wonder what could have made it turn less purple," Terry wondered aloud.
"There's no telling," Michael Corner muttered, watching a pair of their Gryffindor classmates leave the dungeons.
"No, there has to be something," Terry insisted. "Things just don't go wrong for no reason."
As Terry dragged Michael step-by-step through the Draught of Living Death, Anthony wandered a few steps away, drawn to a still-simmering cauldron letting off steam in tight little tendrils.
”The most dangerous and powerful potion in this room,” Slughorn had said.
A citrus smell beckoned him closer. It was a very clean scent, but spicy, like the bergamot oil in the prefects' bathroom. It melted into a rich, buttery smell, like a breakfast food, warm and impossible to resist. His face grew hot in the spiraling steam, and suddenly Anthony felt embarrassed.
He turned back to rejoin his chattering friends, who were now in a lively discussion with Ernie Macmillan.
"There must be a way coax more juice out of those sopophorous beans," Ernie declared to the other two, who nodded. As Anthony drew up beside him, he caught a lingering whiff of bergamot, and it made him feel fuzzy.
"Anthony?" he heard Michael ask. "You all right?"
"Yeah," said Anthony unconvincingly. “It must be the fumes.”
Ernie fixed his discerning eyes directly on him.
"You need some lunch," he concluded, giving Anthony a sturdy pat on the back. His hand was broad and warm, and Anthony felt even more of his brain dissolve. "A bite to eat should fix you up."
"Yeah," Anthony mindlessly repeated. "Or a cold shower."
9 Points earned
Summary: There's a cauldron of Amortentia simmering in Slughorn's classroom, and Anthony's curiosity gets the better of him. Inspired by the Potions Classroom drabble challenge.
Characters/Pairings: Anthony Goldstein/Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot, Michael Corner
Genre: Wuv
Rating/Warnings: PG/None
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 271
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: N/A
Anthony Goldstein scraped the tip of his wand around his cauldron, siphoning away all evidence of his failure.
"I wonder what could have made it turn less purple," Terry wondered aloud.
"There's no telling," Michael Corner muttered, watching a pair of their Gryffindor classmates leave the dungeons.
"No, there has to be something," Terry insisted. "Things just don't go wrong for no reason."
As Terry dragged Michael step-by-step through the Draught of Living Death, Anthony wandered a few steps away, drawn to a still-simmering cauldron letting off steam in tight little tendrils.
”The most dangerous and powerful potion in this room,” Slughorn had said.
A citrus smell beckoned him closer. It was a very clean scent, but spicy, like the bergamot oil in the prefects' bathroom. It melted into a rich, buttery smell, like a breakfast food, warm and impossible to resist. His face grew hot in the spiraling steam, and suddenly Anthony felt embarrassed.
He turned back to rejoin his chattering friends, who were now in a lively discussion with Ernie Macmillan.
"There must be a way coax more juice out of those sopophorous beans," Ernie declared to the other two, who nodded. As Anthony drew up beside him, he caught a lingering whiff of bergamot, and it made him feel fuzzy.
"Anthony?" he heard Michael ask. "You all right?"
"Yeah," said Anthony unconvincingly. “It must be the fumes.”
Ernie fixed his discerning eyes directly on him.
"You need some lunch," he concluded, giving Anthony a sturdy pat on the back. His hand was broad and warm, and Anthony felt even more of his brain dissolve. "A bite to eat should fix you up."
"Yeah," Anthony mindlessly repeated. "Or a cold shower."
9 Points earned