Michael Wants You To Know That... (michaelecorner) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-16 22:22:00 |
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Michael was not yet bored of his new body. It was, he thought, surely an impossibility. He had boobs with him all the time, and that was just for starters! Okay, so the others were a bit less happy, and other people weren't all that pleased with their luck or lack of, but so far neither Pomfrey or Slughorn had been able to come up with an antidote. Slughorn was trying to form the antidote the usual way, but so far he hadn't found the catalyst which would be the thing to make it work. Until then, Michael lived in expectation of the next surge of magic and what it might bring.
[[Ho ho ho. Bad luck is still running, I'm afraid. But today a new and awful thing is befalling our heroes at Hogwarts!
Harold Dingle, George Weasley, Roth Mulciber, Narcissa Malfoy, Melinda Bobbin
You guys are now incorporeal! Awesome, right? You can walk through walls and people! But uh, you also can't touch anything else. Lolz. Seriously. You can't touch anything. Spells will still work on you and, because your wands are magical extensions of you, you can still perform magic, but that's it. For the sake of me not having to think too hard, you won't need to sleep or eat until it wears off. You're basically ghosts, without having died, and without the sexy whiteness. Let's hope you don't need to do anything too important...]]