Log: 4th September 2022 - Izzy and Chris
Who: Christopher Yaxley and Izzy Finnigan
Where: The owlery
When: Morning, 4th September 2022
What: Christopher meets Izzy in the owlery and suspects her of illegally sneaking poison or Firewhiskey in the school! :O Also known as 'The Demise of the Hair Potion' Log.
Status: Complete!
Rating: G
Most students after breakfast either made their way to classes or cloistered themselves up in the library - or even headed back to bed for some shut-eye, if they were NEWT students and therefore had a less structured timetable than the younger years. Izzy Finnigan was doing none of the above. Her mind was only on one thing as she careened through the halls leading in the direction of the owlery. The urgent package that she had scrawled a hurried note home about hadn't arrived during the breakfast deliveries, but the family owl was lazy and prone to taking breaks. Perhaps he was up there trimming his feathers and sunning himself right now. She quickened her pace.
Christopher had made his way to the owlery after writing in his journal that morning, wishing that he had gotten enough sleep the night before. He had spent almost all night writing the long letter full of complaints to his sister, who, he had a feeling, would be pleased to receive a letter that was unusually long from him, since he knew that he had never written that long before. Once he finished re-reading his letter, he placed it back into the envelope and carefully sealed it. Looking around for his barn owl, he finally found her perching somewhere near a bigger eagle owl and tied the letter around her leg. "Take this to Christine," he told the owl, and watched as she flew out of the window.
"Oh, there you are, you silly thing." Spotting the owl in an alcove, Izzy strode over. "You're meant to go into the Great Hall with all the other owls and deliver any packages for me there, not laze about sunning yourself and catching mice." The owl gave her a reproachful look and she sighed before grudgingly stroking its feathers and removing the parcel, a cyclindric object reminiscent of a bottle. "Now be off with you." The owl turned and looked at her, then hooted and flew off. She couldn't help but feel a small amount of melancholy as it left, as the last week had been one of her more difficult in Hogwarts and the owl was nevertheless a reminder of home and in spite of her grouchiness, she was oddly fond of it.
Turning around, he saw that there was another person there, and apparently it was the Finnigan girl whom Nicholas had been involved with -- or whatever. It was unnecessary for him to find out how his dormmates handled their social lives. He had to admit that Finnigan was a touch weird, though, considering that she was talking too much to her owl. He decided that it was probably something girls liked to do, but he actually pitied her owl for having to be bossed around like that. Then he saw her holding a bottle in her hands, and that made him cringe mentally as he remembered how some third years had caused a lot of mess last night by having some sort of rowdy Butterbeer party in their dormitory last night. Considering that Finnigan was a seventh year, he would not be surprised if the bottle she was holding contained a drink that was much more powerful than a Butterbeer.
Or maybe he was being paranoid.
"Finnigan," he spoke up. "What do you have there?" Yes, it was likely that Christopher did not take Communication Skills for Prefect When Interrogating Someone 101.
At the sudden noise Izzy gasped and spun around, clutching the precious bottle protectively to her chest to prevent it from slipping through her fingers and crashing to the floor. "It's...hair potion," she trailed off lamely, wincing inwardly at both how guilty she must have looked and how bad that must have sounded.
He frowned. There was a part of him that told him it was most probably hair potion, but there was also another part of him that warned him that it could be something like Firewhiskey. While he did not particularly care about what students from other houses did, he did not want to clean up another mess, nor did he want professors to start asking him questions if this was leading to something bad happening. Christopher stared at her for a moment, and to him, judging by the way she answered his question, she was not able to be convincing enough. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "You should let me check that." It would be even worse if she managed to influence some Slytherins to drink it, after all.
"I'm positive." Izzy edged away, tightening her grip on the bottle. Yaxley was the new Head Boy when everyone knew that he had not been a prefect before, and while she felt a bit sorry for him, it was possible that he was looking for someone to pick on in his new role and to prove himself. And what better way to impress your Slytherin housemates than landing a Gryffindor into trouble? "What will you do if I give it to you?" she demanded suspiciously.
"You don't seem very positive," he responded, eyebrows raised as he watched her skeptically. The girl was getting a little too protective over her bottle. It was either Firewhiskey or definitely something illegal. Poison? Maybe she wanted to poison his roommate for the same reason that got him punched in the nose by some girl in the first place. And while it would be nice to have one less dormmate around, he could actually bear Flowers's presence more than Finch-Fletchley's. "What would you expect me to do with it, if you claim that it's only hair potion?"
"Well, it's odd that you would try to confiscate me at all, since it is only hair potion." She found that she was backing away from him. "I'm not doing anything illegal and since I paid good Galleons for this, I want to be sure that I get it back. For all I know...well, who knows what you want with it? If it wasn't hair potion then what would it be anyway? Firewhiskey? Essence of Belladonna?" She tossed off one ridiculous suggestion after another.
For a person who was claiming that the bottle she was holding was only hair potion, Finnigan was doing a bad job at being honest about it. "You're the one who suggested them in the first place," he said, smirking slightly, for he was certain that it was definitely not hair potion. "And you're being absurdly protective over it. Hand it over, Finnigan." He was starting to feel irritable, as he felt that what he was asking was quite simple and not at all complicated to follow.
"This is ridiculous!" Izzy snapped. "Look, I know that you're likely nervous because you're a head student and you've not been a prefect before, but the professors wouldn't have appointed you if they thought you weren't up to it, and you're being completely ridiculous about this! If you want to earn everyone's respect, then this isn't the best way to go about it! Why don't you go and look for someone who is - oh, I don't know - actually breaking the rules and leave me alone?" Privately she was feeling a tad hysterical. She and Nick had "broken up" and Karin had gone and punched Nick, who had then gone and punched her back. On top of everything else, did she have to lose control over her hair as well?
Christopher was growing more and more irritated, especially at her remark about him and his ridiculous position in the school. The only reason he was even bothered about this matter was because he didn't want people to ask him too many questions later, especially when he wasn't in the mood to answer them. It was enough that he had third and fourth year pestering him if he could extend the curfew now that he was Head Boy. "Will you calm down?" he snapped back at her. "I only want to make sure that it's not something illegal, and you're not exactly doing a good job of convincing me by acting like that."
Izzy folded her arms under her chest and glowered at the Slytherin. It occurred to her then that he shared a dorm with Nick, and would likely tell him how hysterical and silly she had been acting, which was probably exactly what he wanted to hear. Suddenly all the fight went out of her. "Oh, fine," she said, shoving it dismissively into his hands. "You can have it. But personally I think this little power trip you're on is pathetic." Tossing her soon-to-be straight hair over her shoulder, she shot him a look.
"Apparently power trips are a requirement," Christopher responded in the most dead pan voice, not taken aback by her direct insult, though he could now understand how difficult it must have been for the previous Head Boys and Head Girls to deal with temperamental, loud and obstinate students who apparently did not understand why certain steps had to be taken to avoid trouble. Looking suspiciously at the bottle, he opened it and placed it to his nose, taking a sniff. "Strawberry. What's this, some sort of new product?" he commented dryly. He was about to taste it, but then there was a possibility that it could be poisonous, and so he held the bottle upside down and emptied the content. It definitely did not look like a drink nor did it seem poisonous. In fact, it looked like something his sister would usually buy. "... I see."
Her hair potion. Her lovely, wonderful hair potion that gave her bouncing (thought admittedly a bit stiff) curls - all gone. Izzy gazed at him in horror for a moment, then hot tears started sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." she sniffed, feeling embarrassed despite the apparent lack of control she had over her crying bouts. "I'm not usually - well not usually quite this emotional. I've been trying to stop."
Ah, crap. The girl was crying, and Christopher was definitely not comfortable around crying girls. "You're crying about hair potion," he pointed out incredulously, hardly believing that this was happening. It was not an appropriate thing to say to an upset girl, but it had slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. Looking around, he couldn't help but feel relieved that no one was there to witness this. "Listen, uh," he was finding it difficult to string a proper sentence together now. "Finnigan, right? I apologise for that." He wasn't quite sure why he was apologising. She had been too suspicious and it was ONLY HAIR POTION, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. "It's only hair potion," Christopher said, attempting to console her, though he knew that, yes, it was another wrong thing to say. "I'll buy you a new one."
"It's not the hair potion," Izzy hiccuped. "It's what's happening around the hair potion." Realising that this sounded rather silly, she added, "Oh, never mind. I'm just being daft. I'm going to - I'm going to class now. See you around." With that good-bye she was off, mourning the fate of the potion. Now on top of her break-up and Karin and Nick attempting to beat the shite out of each other, the whole school would soon know that these weren't her natural curls. Wonderful.
Where: The owlery
When: Morning, 4th September 2022
What: Christopher meets Izzy in the owlery and suspects her of illegally sneaking poison or Firewhiskey in the school! :O Also known as 'The Demise of the Hair Potion' Log.
Status: Complete!
Rating: G
Most students after breakfast either made their way to classes or cloistered themselves up in the library - or even headed back to bed for some shut-eye, if they were NEWT students and therefore had a less structured timetable than the younger years. Izzy Finnigan was doing none of the above. Her mind was only on one thing as she careened through the halls leading in the direction of the owlery. The urgent package that she had scrawled a hurried note home about hadn't arrived during the breakfast deliveries, but the family owl was lazy and prone to taking breaks. Perhaps he was up there trimming his feathers and sunning himself right now. She quickened her pace.
Christopher had made his way to the owlery after writing in his journal that morning, wishing that he had gotten enough sleep the night before. He had spent almost all night writing the long letter full of complaints to his sister, who, he had a feeling, would be pleased to receive a letter that was unusually long from him, since he knew that he had never written that long before. Once he finished re-reading his letter, he placed it back into the envelope and carefully sealed it. Looking around for his barn owl, he finally found her perching somewhere near a bigger eagle owl and tied the letter around her leg. "Take this to Christine," he told the owl, and watched as she flew out of the window.
"Oh, there you are, you silly thing." Spotting the owl in an alcove, Izzy strode over. "You're meant to go into the Great Hall with all the other owls and deliver any packages for me there, not laze about sunning yourself and catching mice." The owl gave her a reproachful look and she sighed before grudgingly stroking its feathers and removing the parcel, a cyclindric object reminiscent of a bottle. "Now be off with you." The owl turned and looked at her, then hooted and flew off. She couldn't help but feel a small amount of melancholy as it left, as the last week had been one of her more difficult in Hogwarts and the owl was nevertheless a reminder of home and in spite of her grouchiness, she was oddly fond of it.
Turning around, he saw that there was another person there, and apparently it was the Finnigan girl whom Nicholas had been involved with -- or whatever. It was unnecessary for him to find out how his dormmates handled their social lives. He had to admit that Finnigan was a touch weird, though, considering that she was talking too much to her owl. He decided that it was probably something girls liked to do, but he actually pitied her owl for having to be bossed around like that. Then he saw her holding a bottle in her hands, and that made him cringe mentally as he remembered how some third years had caused a lot of mess last night by having some sort of rowdy Butterbeer party in their dormitory last night. Considering that Finnigan was a seventh year, he would not be surprised if the bottle she was holding contained a drink that was much more powerful than a Butterbeer.
Or maybe he was being paranoid.
"Finnigan," he spoke up. "What do you have there?" Yes, it was likely that Christopher did not take Communication Skills for Prefect When Interrogating Someone 101.
At the sudden noise Izzy gasped and spun around, clutching the precious bottle protectively to her chest to prevent it from slipping through her fingers and crashing to the floor. "It's...hair potion," she trailed off lamely, wincing inwardly at both how guilty she must have looked and how bad that must have sounded.
He frowned. There was a part of him that told him it was most probably hair potion, but there was also another part of him that warned him that it could be something like Firewhiskey. While he did not particularly care about what students from other houses did, he did not want to clean up another mess, nor did he want professors to start asking him questions if this was leading to something bad happening. Christopher stared at her for a moment, and to him, judging by the way she answered his question, she was not able to be convincing enough. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "You should let me check that." It would be even worse if she managed to influence some Slytherins to drink it, after all.
"I'm positive." Izzy edged away, tightening her grip on the bottle. Yaxley was the new Head Boy when everyone knew that he had not been a prefect before, and while she felt a bit sorry for him, it was possible that he was looking for someone to pick on in his new role and to prove himself. And what better way to impress your Slytherin housemates than landing a Gryffindor into trouble? "What will you do if I give it to you?" she demanded suspiciously.
"You don't seem very positive," he responded, eyebrows raised as he watched her skeptically. The girl was getting a little too protective over her bottle. It was either Firewhiskey or definitely something illegal. Poison? Maybe she wanted to poison his roommate for the same reason that got him punched in the nose by some girl in the first place. And while it would be nice to have one less dormmate around, he could actually bear Flowers's presence more than Finch-Fletchley's. "What would you expect me to do with it, if you claim that it's only hair potion?"
"Well, it's odd that you would try to confiscate me at all, since it is only hair potion." She found that she was backing away from him. "I'm not doing anything illegal and since I paid good Galleons for this, I want to be sure that I get it back. For all I know...well, who knows what you want with it? If it wasn't hair potion then what would it be anyway? Firewhiskey? Essence of Belladonna?" She tossed off one ridiculous suggestion after another.
For a person who was claiming that the bottle she was holding was only hair potion, Finnigan was doing a bad job at being honest about it. "You're the one who suggested them in the first place," he said, smirking slightly, for he was certain that it was definitely not hair potion. "And you're being absurdly protective over it. Hand it over, Finnigan." He was starting to feel irritable, as he felt that what he was asking was quite simple and not at all complicated to follow.
"This is ridiculous!" Izzy snapped. "Look, I know that you're likely nervous because you're a head student and you've not been a prefect before, but the professors wouldn't have appointed you if they thought you weren't up to it, and you're being completely ridiculous about this! If you want to earn everyone's respect, then this isn't the best way to go about it! Why don't you go and look for someone who is - oh, I don't know - actually breaking the rules and leave me alone?" Privately she was feeling a tad hysterical. She and Nick had "broken up" and Karin had gone and punched Nick, who had then gone and punched her back. On top of everything else, did she have to lose control over her hair as well?
Christopher was growing more and more irritated, especially at her remark about him and his ridiculous position in the school. The only reason he was even bothered about this matter was because he didn't want people to ask him too many questions later, especially when he wasn't in the mood to answer them. It was enough that he had third and fourth year pestering him if he could extend the curfew now that he was Head Boy. "Will you calm down?" he snapped back at her. "I only want to make sure that it's not something illegal, and you're not exactly doing a good job of convincing me by acting like that."
Izzy folded her arms under her chest and glowered at the Slytherin. It occurred to her then that he shared a dorm with Nick, and would likely tell him how hysterical and silly she had been acting, which was probably exactly what he wanted to hear. Suddenly all the fight went out of her. "Oh, fine," she said, shoving it dismissively into his hands. "You can have it. But personally I think this little power trip you're on is pathetic." Tossing her soon-to-be straight hair over her shoulder, she shot him a look.
"Apparently power trips are a requirement," Christopher responded in the most dead pan voice, not taken aback by her direct insult, though he could now understand how difficult it must have been for the previous Head Boys and Head Girls to deal with temperamental, loud and obstinate students who apparently did not understand why certain steps had to be taken to avoid trouble. Looking suspiciously at the bottle, he opened it and placed it to his nose, taking a sniff. "Strawberry. What's this, some sort of new product?" he commented dryly. He was about to taste it, but then there was a possibility that it could be poisonous, and so he held the bottle upside down and emptied the content. It definitely did not look like a drink nor did it seem poisonous. In fact, it looked like something his sister would usually buy. "... I see."
Her hair potion. Her lovely, wonderful hair potion that gave her bouncing (thought admittedly a bit stiff) curls - all gone. Izzy gazed at him in horror for a moment, then hot tears started sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." she sniffed, feeling embarrassed despite the apparent lack of control she had over her crying bouts. "I'm not usually - well not usually quite this emotional. I've been trying to stop."
Ah, crap. The girl was crying, and Christopher was definitely not comfortable around crying girls. "You're crying about hair potion," he pointed out incredulously, hardly believing that this was happening. It was not an appropriate thing to say to an upset girl, but it had slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. Looking around, he couldn't help but feel relieved that no one was there to witness this. "Listen, uh," he was finding it difficult to string a proper sentence together now. "Finnigan, right? I apologise for that." He wasn't quite sure why he was apologising. She had been too suspicious and it was ONLY HAIR POTION, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. "It's only hair potion," Christopher said, attempting to console her, though he knew that, yes, it was another wrong thing to say. "I'll buy you a new one."
"It's not the hair potion," Izzy hiccuped. "It's what's happening around the hair potion." Realising that this sounded rather silly, she added, "Oh, never mind. I'm just being daft. I'm going to - I'm going to class now. See you around." With that good-bye she was off, mourning the fate of the potion. Now on top of her break-up and Karin and Nick attempting to beat the shite out of each other, the whole school would soon know that these weren't her natural curls. Wonderful.