A/N: This is quite random… my cousin came up with the idea. It's also painfully short, because I got an idea... but there isn't much to say, is there? Haha,even if this IS only 400 words, I enjoy it, and I hope you do,too
-IEAP
I can take the Sprouts
I can take the sprouts and the sardines. Even the pepper and the vomit, if my life depends on it. But there is one singular flavor of Bertie Bott's every flavor beans that I can NOT take: Flesh.
What kind of sick mind would make flash-flavored candy? Was Bertie Bott, perhaps a carnivore? All I know is every time I'm eating Every-Flavor beans and I'm not paying attention, or Fred and George decide to have a bit of fun and slip some Flesh-Beans into my potatoes at dinner, I'm running at breakneck speed towards the nearest bathroom, bucket, or first year Slytherin.
The most disturbing thing about these beans is… well, what they are, I suppose. You stick one of those pinkish-tan jelly beans into your mouth, and your brain begins to slowly state: I am eating flesh. I am chewing on a patch of skin. I am ingesting a human organ. This is the point where I begin to toss cookies or spit.
The fact that you're eating skin may be the worst part, but the taste of them isn't very hot either. Sort of like the slugs from second year, I reckon. Imagine chicken skin, with a bit of blood and dirt mixed in, ooh, and maybe a hint of— Alright, I stop right there. All in all, it tastes like death.
I remember my first taste of a Flesh Every-Flavor bean. Surprisingly, I went quite a while before I got a bit of a taste of hell. My first suffering happened on my first train ride back from Hogwarts, while Harry and I dared each other to try assorted exotic bean flavors as Hermione gazed down at a book, shooting up condemning expressions at us as we swallowed leeks, fungus, pus, bogies, and others.
Harry drew his hand into the velvet, drawstring bag the beans had came from and pulled out the deadly skin-colored bean. He handed it to me, trying and failing to conceal a smirk. I suppose he already knew what it was.
I'm guessing he regretted that after I had finished my 5-minute choking session. Of course, we hadn't learned to shoot things out of people's throats yet. We were still working on turning cotton balls into golf balls (when we will ever need this skill, I am completely unsure.) from that point on, I've never been able to consciously swallow a bean of this particular flavor.
I guarantee I wouldn't survive a week as a Flesh-Eating Slug.