Alright... Chapter 2.
BECAUSE I CAN.
Still don't own Harry Potter...''
Trying too R+R please...
The small dorm room was filled with purple smoke. It smelt like burning cinnamon, and curled into spindly looking circles near the ceiling.
"Marty... are we doing this right?" An average build Irish boy asked, wrinkling his nose and staring into the small, copper cauldron.
"Yes, but you added extra vanilla root... I've only made this twice before, and I'm scared to think of what this'll do to him." Martin said, as his diligently chopped a small, brown bean with a glinting silver knife. "So, why again-"
"Calm down, Red..." Alphonse said, putting his arms around both Martin and the Irish boy's shoulders. "'Twas Ridge here who put the whole bag in."
The Irish boy scowled.
Nadalo Ridge hated his name. He also hated Al's constant use of last names. But, all that aside, he was a talented beater and an alright student, his gift was with animals and charms. Excepting the third beater, Baxter Cauqe, the rest of the quidditch team was made up of girls.
"Alright..." Marty said, looking at a roll of parchment, "Evey thing's in there..." He paused, turning to glare at the oldest boy, "I want nothing more to do with this. Blindfold him before you give it too him, unless you want the effects toward you, which I'm sure as hell you don't."
"Alright... heh... Ridge, your in charge of finding Bordalice," He paused, noticing the odd looks he was getting for using her first name. "Ok... Marty, you... er... you can go do what ever it is you do... I'll go find Cog and drag him over to the..."He paused again. "Where exactly are we doing this." Nadalo shrugged.
"I was thinking an empty class room... Why not wait until tomorrow? Chances are they'll not notice our breaking a rule on a Saturday."
Al glared at him.
"We started this before it was a rule... so technically."
"So technically your being three types of ass." Ridge said, cutting him off, "Bordalice is going to kill you if she finds out."
"But she won't."
Marty snorted.
"I'm going back to my dorm. Put that in a bottle and cork it, I don't want anyone inhaling it." He said, pushing his things into a small leather case, leaving them a blue glass bottle and a bleached white cork. He nodded at Ridge, glared at Al, and left the room, taking the stairs down 2 at a time.
"He's a right jerk..." Al muttered, while Ridge began transferring the potion.
"So, tomorrow?"
"Yea... I guess."
"Let's say... The middle of the day, his dorm?"
"Your getting Alice up there, then."
"Alright." He grinned. "This will be one hell of an initiation..."
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The next morning was misty, it had rained lightly during the night, and an early fall chill had set in, giving the school grounds an eerie, surreal look.
It was about noon when Baxter finally woke up, his short, dark brown, purple-ish hair a wretched mess, and his blue striped pajamas were on backwards. He muttered something, letting his eyes adjust to the bright light. They were brown, in case you wanted to know.
"What bloody time..."He cursed, staring at his watch. He never took it off. "12:04! Darn it all...Marty was suppose..."He plopped his head back down into his pillow and groaned. Good thing it was a Saturday. Sitting up, he looked around the empty room with bored interest, trying to decide if he should bother leaving his bed.
He'll have wished he did.
End.
R+r please, sorry for the short chapters, good stuffs coming up.