[Action:] An Action in Which No One tl&dr-s
[After pacing his classroom for what seemed an eternity, Francis Bonnefoy thankfully received a visitor he had been anxiously expecting since a previous night's correspondence. He'd set everything up, the mortar, the pestle, the vials, the tubes, the beakers- everything and anything he needed for his plan to come to fruition. The professor hurriedly dismissed his student and sealed off his classroom as he started to craft again- all of his years of studying finally having a real meaning in--
Unctuous Unction - A potion upon while anyone who would partake of it would immediately see the giver as his or her very best friend.
Blood was boiled, fluxweed was whirlled, dust was added- just a dash now.
Boil, boil, toil and trouble indeed came to mind - (of course, it wasn't like Francis was too much of an expert on anything muggle, but some things had interested him in his years at Hogwarts.)
When the potions master had finally finished his deed however, he was presented with a large boiling flask the was half-full with an oddly coloured mixture. A quick sniff proved to be a tad dizzying though besides and off pearlescent shine to it- it looked to be just plain water! Of course, the concoctor would know otherwise, but the recipeant? They would be none the wiser.
Now of course, this was only the first part- and the easy part of this professor's grand scheme. A potion had no meaning if it was not applied after all.
Storing the flask away in his coat, Francis was off to the Great Hall just a tad before dinner, finding the halls empty and most classes still in session. He was in luck no on questioned the odd bulge protruding out of his side under the coat.
It didn't take much to scare the house elves into allowing him access to the food, after all he had been a cook in his time as well and knew his way around the kitchen at very least. Nothing was spared - not the roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamp chops, not the sausages, bacon or steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, chips, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup. Everything was sprinked with the potion, everything tainted and ensuring that at the end of the night--
The name Francis Bonnefoy would no longer be hated, nor whispered bitterly in the halls.]
(ooc: And for all of you that have decided to tl&dr -- If your character ate dinner tonight from the Great Hall then they now see Francis Bonnefoy as their best friend. I'm sure you all don't mind, oui~?)