honeydripper (honeydripper) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-07-31 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: pg13, prompt: fantasy fest 2010 |
Drabble/Ficlet: wizard drugs!, the forbidden forest, middle age
Title: wizard drugs!, the forbidden forest, middle age
Author: honeydripper
Rating: PG-13 for drug use, haha
Word Count: 800
Summary: Remus and Severus make up for some missed experiences.
Prompt: dd46- wizard drugs!, the forbidden forest, middle age
Notes: Written for the lupin_snape Fantasy Fest 2010.
Remus and Severus slowly and casually walked towards the forbidden forest. Their hoods were up and their robes were the cleanest and darkest black possible. Remus was trying hard to suppress giggles, since he felt very much like a teenager. Severus looked back at Remus, causing him to burst into full on laughter. Remus knew he had just been scowled at, even though it was too dark to see the expression on Severus’ face.
Severus grabbed Remus’ wrist and tugged him along faster, eventually breaking into a jog as they came nearer to the forest. Once safely a few paces inside the forest, they stopped for a second to light their wands and orient themselves.
“Why did we have to run?” Remus asked, “I thought we were going for slow and casual, and sneaking is half the fun. “
Severus scowled again, this time visible in the light of their wands, “Two professors caught smoking marijuana and taking psychedelics in the forbidden forest… especially psychedelics brewed inside the castle? If we weren’t fired, the students might start thinking I was ‘cool’, which would be both horrible and unacceptable.”
Remus nodded, “Sneaking is still half the fun.”
Severus just huffed and began to walk on.
It was fifteen minutes later when at last they came upon a clearing that Severus found acceptable. He bent down and lit a fire, casting a charm that would keep it going all night and prevent either of them from walking into it. Remus reached inside his robe, finding and unshrinking a rather roomy (but light, since it was summer) sleeping bag, a couple joints, and two hemp and bone necklaces.
Remus waved his wand over the fire, and then turned it on the necklaces, murmuring an incantation.
“What are those?” Severus asked.
“Necklaces that will help us find the fire and each other if one of us walks off alone,” Remus replied, putting one around his neck and handing the other to Severus.
“Very well,” Severus put the necklace on, then slid and hand into his robe, pulling out a bottle of green, swirling liquid.
He sat cross-legged in front of the fire and uncorked it, taking the first sip. He handed it over to Remus, and they passed the bottle between them until the potion was gone.
For a while, nothing happened. Remus suggested they light up a joint and wait for the psychedelics’ effects to sink in.
Severus was on his third toke when he noticed that there were patterns whirling through the smoke. Everything in the forest seemed to be breathing in sync, seemed to pulse, seemed to radiate a strange and pleasant warmth. He was pleased with his brewing skills, as he felt incredibly happy. Unlike muggle psychedelics, which amplify whatever mood you are already in, his potion had the ability to put you in the best possible mind frame before the effects took hold.
Severus looked over to Remus and noticed his pupils were dilated, and he was looking all around him as though he’d just seen the forest for the first time.
The feelings of happiness Severus had intensified and the patterns swirling in his vision increased. He put the joint out, and moved closer to Remus.
Severus took his hand, and the effects of the potion were doubled. He not only saw the whirling and shimmering patterns in everything, but now he was hearing noises. Little beeps and blips, whirring noises.
Remus grabbed Severus’ other hand and the effect built more. It felt as if there was a loop of electricity moving through them.
With every pump of his heart, Remus felt as if warmth, love, and life were shooting out of him through his every pore, and coming back through the palms of his hands, where he was joined with Severus.
They sat for a long time enjoying the first, introspective phase of the potion, feeding off each other’s experience. Slowly the loop of energy slowed, and they felt as if letting go of each other would be a good idea.
The next phase of the potion allowed them to be more extroverted. They stripped off the heavy black robes and began to tramp through the wood. They spoke to each other at length about the things they saw and felt, enjoying the rest of their marijuana and walking for several hours.
Partially due to instinct and partially due to the necklaces, as the sun rose and the potion’s effects began to dim, they arrived back at their fire.
The last thing Remus thought about before he drifted off into sleep, his head on Severus’ chest, was how lovely it was that in their middle age they could make up for some of the experiences-if not the time-that they lost to war, mistrust, and hatred in youth.