Bubble, Bubble, You've got Trouble~

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Who: The smaller the snakes, the more potent the venom (Mei-chan and Raivis)
When: Saturday night
Where: The lavatories by the Slytherin dungeons
What: Illegal activities best done in the shadows; a brew, a love, a secret

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[meiume]

As an aspiring head girl, Mei was well-aware of the consequence of her action. As she quietly sneaked away from her room with the help of her trusty invisibility cloak, her heart was pounding as heavily as her footsteps would have been. She hugged her tools and materials close, as if afraid they would flutter away like wayward birds. All the precaution, just so she could enlist the help of Raivis, who was the best potioneer she had ever known

[man_nav_naudas]

"Dievs..."A few more scares like that and neither did Raivis. He slowly released the fierce clutching at his chest, exhaling with a long, trembling sigh that rattled through him as he rose to his feet, uncurling his fingers gradually, delicately. Crouching between the sinks for as long as he had left a disquieting ache in his legs, weakened at the knees. He tapped a heel against the ground softly, bracing himself with a palm against the wall

[meiume]

"Oh, oops! Sorry," Mei chuckled, hitting herself over the head playfully as a gesture of her clumsiness. "I get loud when I'm excited... and nervous... and mad. Mostly just when I'm excited though. When I'm nervous, people tell me I talk like a mouse, although that doesn't make any sense because mice don't talk unless they---Oh, look at me blabbering on

[man_nav_naudas]

Too many to count. He liked to vary the potions and how they were made. Their level of effectiveness and whose hair was placed in them, meant to please his customers of course but were more than anything precautions set up to keep the professors off his trail. A less potent love potion, a more clumsily made potion dished out by any student looking to make a quick galleon and Raivis sailed through four years of brewing artificial adulation (mostly) uncontested

I'M SO LATE TO POSTING THESE DAYS. \o/;;

[meiume]

Mei produced a hair tie and tied her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. She watched Raivis with utmost admiration and attention. Nothing like watching a potion master working his magic! And it wasn't as if she would ask Professor Bonnefoy for help... that man was... suspicious. Dangerous to a fair young maiden such as herself.

"Oh, I tried, but he is always with his sister. It's like they are glued at the hip or something, so it's been really hard just to get him alone. And since he's older than us, I don't have any classes with him. So, yeah, you know..."

She added the ingredients at Raivis' request and watched the concoction boil up to a sickly green before it settled down to a pink hue. She returned to hugging Raivis from behind, humming a happy tune as they waited for the potion to complete.

"So, this Gryffindor you like...~ What is it about him that draws our dear Raivis-chan's attention, hmm? Though those Kirklands, I have to say, each one is as handsome as the last one~ Haahaa~"

/o/ SO FASHIONABLE BB

[man_nav_naudas]

The close contact produced another bright flush of the sort that had propelled the Slytherin lad to an in-house infamy during his first years at Hogwarts. Never took much to get the tiny Latvian to light up brighter than a 'lumos' charm and several times every other day, snake, raven, badger or lion, his fellow witches and wizards would try to see just how red they could get him before he subtly cursed their homework. A game for the bored, one Raivis tried desperately to avoid when Ivan was not around to stop it

[meiume]

"You just want to... what?"

Thus appeared the familiar grin on the Asian's face that made her infamous around these parts. She danced her fingers in waltz on Raivis' slender back, teasing and tensing certain muscles that she knew would get a reaction out of the potioneer.

"Talk to him?" she whispered, almost seductively if it weren't for the mischievous smile on those pink lips. "Touch him? Hold him? Hug him? Kiss him? Oh, if he's anything like that Ravenclaw brother of his, I bet he's quite the kisser~"

Mei leaned on Raivis' shoulder like the serpent that she was. Still with that sly grin, she said, "Have you ever tried to... you know... Let him know?"

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"M-mei."

Raivis had no inclination to think about Dewi Ainsworth kissing anyone. He didn't want to dwell on tucking his chin against a crown of bright blonde hair or curling his arms around a slightly smaller form. Not touching- as he sometimes did in minor, fleeting ways- or hugging -more often, as of late, lingering- or kissing -most frequent, always in dreams. It was his fellow Slytherin making him involuntarily shiver, not Peter. Not yet-?

The ladle remained on its course, round and round, and Raivis swallowed hard against the anxiousness wedging in his throat; a deadly, immobile force.

She was so close, whispering such pretty words. The question felt like a trap, but he tumbled into it anyway. "I'm not sure he would u-understand. Don't you think maybe he would be a little disturbed by it? That his friend -male friend- was fantasizing about- about pushing him against a wall and begging him to- to do heinous things. I love him so much I don't want him to h-hate me because I

[meiume]

Mei's heart swelled with proud knowledge that she had met the little Slytherin blush as red as the potion before them. Her long and perfectly shaped fingers combed through Raivis' tangled hair, like serpents looking for an invisible mouse to dine.

"Raivis~ You're so cute! I just want to tie you up and eat you~ Ah, but, I'm sure the Gryffindor would love to do the same. After all, who could resist you~?"

With a nudge, Mei at last released her victim from her crushing clutch. She leaned over the cauldron, fascinated by the explosion of colors - something that in all her years, she had not managed to achieve.

"You are good," she said with a grin. "And the secret~? I am not telling you until the potion is completed to work~!"