Rating: G
Pairing: Michael/Daphne
Characters: Michael Corner and Daphne Greengrass
Summary: Michael's had a prank played on him, and Daphne's around to make sure he doesn't KILL HIMSELF.
Notes: Writing challenge based on Merriam Webster's word of the day.
Every once in a while, someone would play some sort of prank at Hogwarts. It was inevitable. And almost invariably, I would be part of the subject group. Not this time, though. This time I just had to deal with it. It wasn't so bad, though, as long as I could convince Michael not to attempt to fly or to see if he could dig a hole through the earth in ten minutes. See, the spell on them seemed to make them completely unable to use their better judgment. If they got an idea, well, they went for it.
It must have been something in the meal. I hadn't gone to dinner the night before since I hadn't felt so well, and I'm rather glad I hadn't. Given Michael's new capricious nature, I'm afraid if there were no one around to keep him out of trouble, he'd be in a full-body cast in the hospital. He had a rather active imagination, I guess. Or perhaps he just asked 'what if' a lot. While others were endeavoring to read A Tale of Two Cities in one sitting, Michael was hanging upside-down by his knees from a tree branch.
I was looking on, helplessly.
"You know," I said. "You're going to wake up when this is all over, and you're going to feel rather stupid."
He did know it was some sort of spell. The problem was, he couldn't help it. He either had to act on what he thought about, or someone else had to put an idea in his head. From what I'd gathered, those ideas were rather benign. They couldn't involve harming another person. Harming himself, however, was something I kinda had to worry about.
"I know," he said rather sheepishly. After a moment of pondering, he righted himself and hopped straight down from the branch, which was at least a couple metres from the ground. He emitted a rather sharp expletive, rolled, and righted himself again, rubbing his knees. At least he was occupied for a precious few moments making sure he hadn't injured anything, though I could see the tell-tale wandering of his eyes which meant that he was already dreaming up something else.
"Why don't you kiss me?" I asked impulsively, wondering if perhaps I had been affected by whatever was affecting Michael. Still, now that the idea was in his head... Well, he had to go with it. He i had /i to. He did look momentarily shocked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer, but I was smiling. This was more like it, I thought to myself. Now if only I could come up with other ways to prevent him from seeing if he could scale the wall of the astronomy tower.
