Jude's Experiment #1: Emotional Suppresser and Chemical Balancer

A/N: This is an HiH RPG turned into a 'fan's-fanfiction'!

This is dedicated to my lovely companions, with whom I cherish spending time with in our RoR kingdom~


CHAPTER 1: NEGOTIATIONS

After the dramatic and traumatic events of the previous day, Dorrea Jude was ready to put it all behind her and move on with her first experimental potion. The first year Slytherin had been waiting all week for the potion to finish brewing, so she was eager to get the test underway. The previous night she had made a deal with her fellow snake Hannah Sofie to assist her in the experiment, on the agreement that she give the younger snake a "make-over". It was to be an exciting day, but hopefully not as traumatic as the previous night.

Making some last minute adjustments to the potion, Dorrea filled a single glass vial with the contents of the elixir. Putting it in her robe pocket, she set off to locate her assistant. "She is probably still in our kingdom inhaling drinks…" Dorrea thought to herself in an exasperated tone; the kingdom referring to her and her companion's regular "hang-out" place in the Room of Requirement, of which she was the self-proclaimed monarch of said kingdom.

As expected, her fellow snake was in the RoR kingdom obviously dealing with a hangover from her depression-induced alcohol binge.

"You recall our deal from yesterday, yes?" Dorrea asked with an eyebrow raised, Hannah nodded. "Are you coherent enough to comply with our arrangement?" Doubting the sobriety of her friend.

"I'm fine, fine." The older snake waved off dismissively

The younger pureblood heiress put a hand on her hip and gave a doubtful sigh. "About our arrangement, further specifications of our deal need to be made." She crossed her arms and her posture resembled some trained business woman, 30 years older than what she was.

With her own eyebrow raised, Hannah gestured for Dorrea to go ahead.

"First, you will be required to take extensive notes from when I first take the potion till approximately one hour after the end of the estimated time the potion will wear off in order to record any side effects." The young wavy haired Slytherin counted off her many stipulations on her fingers. "Secondly, the notes must be detailed. Thirdly, the notes must be legible. Four-"

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Can I at least draw one boob in the margins?" Hannah interrupted.

Dorrea narrowed her eyes and snapped, "No, you can't. And don't interrupt." The older snake gave a placating look with her hands raised in defense. "Now where was I? Ah, yes, number four, you are required to only take notes of a clinical nature in the designated notebook."

Hannah gave a bored look. "And that is supposed to mean…?"

"Well, if there are any side effects of an.. undesirable nature, you are limited to the notebook. No additional evidence of any unusual behavior is allowed to be taken." Dorrea gave her a warning look.

"So if you get down on all fours and crawl around like a dog, I can't take pictures?"

The pureblood heiress coughed awkwardly. "Something like that. Anyway, the last stipulation is that in case side effects occur you must keep me in this room. Do not let me walk around the rest of the castle."

With an eyebrow raise the older snake asked, "What kind of side effects are you expecting?"

"Well, since I am the creator of this potion, I doubt the side effects will occur at all," she gave a smug look. "However… there are three possibilities that could potentially occur. The first being the suppressed emotional and chemical backlash could knock me unconscious temporarily. Second, the backlash could overwhelm my body and mind putting me in a coma for a few days. And finally, my body and mind would try to make up for the time it was suppressed by doubling my emotions and responses." Dorrea stated in a lecturing tone of voice, similar to their History of Magic professor's stern but dull voice.

"Alright, got it. Now for my requirements." Hannah smiled mischievously, obviously looking forward to dressing Dorrea up in Merlin knows what. "Clothes, make-up, hair, the whole works. Plus you have to eat lunch and dinner in the Great Hall with us, no hiding in here, and every time someone asks you about the clothes you have to say "This is who I am!" She grinned widely.

Sputtering, Dorrea pouted angrily. "What? Our deal is completely unbalanced. I require renegotiation. I get to stay in here and no ridiculous phrase."

"You have to eat with us, but no phrase."

"Agreed if I get some say in the clothes."

The two snakes stared each other down as the negotiation of the century took place in Hogwarts' Room of Requirement.

"Deal." They both agreed. Dorrea stuck her hand out for a handshake, only to receive a high-five slap from Hannah. "Good enough I suppose…" The younger snake muttered to herself.

Pulling the experimental potion vial out of her robe pockets, she took the top off and looked to her temporary assistant. Hannah took out a muggle-looking notebook and a quill, an odd combination.

"Right then, it is," Dorrea looked at her watch, "around ten in the morning, in an hour the effects should wear off."

Hannah nodded and got ready to take notes.

"Alright…" She took a deep breath and hesitated momentarily. "Here goes nothing." Dorrea downed it all in one gulp, scrunching her face up at the awful taste.


A/N: Next chapter is on the way!