wait, i'm coming undone

[zestandzeal]

Zander is in one of the dungeon classrooms working on a potion for extra credit, very concentrated, swearing to himself as he messes up.

Damn, damn, damn! Why do I always add the bloody dragon breath so early... Christ...

Comments

[chasingwood]

Would you like some help?

[zestandzeal]

*flinches in surprise and accidentally knocks down a few test tubes, spilling liquid everywhere, swearing colorfully*

M'fine, but thanks.

[chasingwood]

*raises an eyebrow*

Suit yourself.

*goes to work on her own potion*

[zestandzeal]

*nods distractedly and sighs, flipping frantically through his book*

Bloody hate this class... I'm probably gonna be late for Quidditch -- tell them why, would you?

[chasingwood]

*distractedly*

Why're you gonna be late?

[zestandzeal]

Well, if I don't finish this damn potion in time... and no, I still don't need your help.

[chasingwood]

I wasn't going to offer it.

[zestandzeal]

... good.

*goes back to work and sneaks a few glances at her, not exactly sure why he's doing so*

[chasingwood]

*works intently on her potion and doesn't notice, not that she would anyway, the clueless bint*

*looks up*

You're stirring the wrong way.

[zestandzeal]

*headdesk, literally*

For fuck's sake! I give up.

*angrily turns a page in the book, accidentally ripping it in half*

[chasingwood]

I can help you. And I know you're going to say no but I'm willing to help you.

[zestandzeal]

*taps the table, thinking*

Alright, fine. But is there anything I can do for you?

[chasingwood]

You can stop attempting this potion.

[zestandzeal]

*rolls eyes*

Not exactly what I meant but okay. Take it away, know-it-all.

*tugs her hair*

[chasingwood]

I know that. But there really isn't I want.

*sticks tongue out at him*

Let's start the potion over, okay?

[zestandzeal]

Really... nothing? *faint, teasing smirk*

Bloody wonderful.