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[potions_maestro]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Friday, October 28th / 10:30 p.m.
Location: Dungeons / Snape's Quarters
Open To: Preston, Wes, Snape
Currently Involving: Preston, Wes, Snape

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[wesleybroderick]

Well -- that wasn't helpful! Rather than fixing him up right then and there, Snape had decided to take them to somewhere else, meaning that Wes was still laughing hysterically (though silently) and almost breaking down in an effort to get the tickling off of his ribcage.

It was almost as though little fingers were under his skin, annoying little things. He'd have to remember to find out how hurt Erik Cohen was, and possible make the boy endure more pain in payment for this atrocity.

He didn't want Snape knowing anything about that! He didn't need to be getting into trouble, and while he knew that Snape favoured people from his own House, he also didn't trust the man -- not in that way, anyway.

So Wes let Preston drag him away after Snape, trying not to bust a gut in his laughter.

[preston_victore]

Preston nodded as Snape told them to follow him, and he gently turned Wes around to keep going. It-- well, now that they were within the grasp of relief for poor Wes, it was kinda funny.

He snickered lightly, then immediately bit his lip in an effort to remain silent.

It was slightly aggravating that Snape hadn't done something there in the corridor, but he assumed that their Head of House knew what was best, annoying as that may be. He sighed, hobbling along and trying to keep Wes from diving head-first into the stone floor.

That would be messy.

He rounded the corner, and deposited him in the nearest chair before hopping up on the desk, waiting for Snape to do... well, whatever it was he was going to do.

[potions_maestro]

Severus' eyes had scanned his shelves, brow furrowed as he searched for the--

Ah. He seemed to be out of that, as well. He shook his head, then grabbed a Calming Draught, instead. It would do for now; if Broderick was calm, he'd not be susceptible to the tickling.

"Take this," he called, heading back to the two boys. He uncorked the vial, then gripped Wes' jaw in a firm grasp before tilting his head back and pouring the potion into his mouth. He gripped his lips closed, waiting for the swallow reflex to do its work before he let go.

He turned to Preston, handing him the remainder of the potion. "Calming Draught," he explained. "Should do the trick but if it wears off before the hex, give him a bit more." He nodded, glared at both of them in turn, then waited for Wes to calm enough to speak.

[wesleybroderick]

Wes normally wouldn't have been comfortable with Snape shoving the potion down his throat like that, but this was a special circumstance. His sides felt like they were ripping open, and anything that the Potions Master could do to help that was absolutely fine by him. Anything to stop this blasted hex.

Damn Cohen.

As he swallowed it down, he slowly felt the tickling fingers subside and he took a couple of gasping and shuddering breaths. His laughter had stopped, thank Merlin, with the invisible hands, and now he felt that Snape would likely want an explanation.

Bah. Not that he wanted to give one. Perhaps he could chalk it up to being Preston's fault -- a friendly hex gone wrong or something of that sort. But no, that would mean that Snape would wonder why Preston hadn't just taken it off.

It was, perhaps, a good thing that he couldn't speak at the moment.