Plagued RPG Moderators (plagued_mods) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-01 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !advent, !plot, 1998 december |
Wild Magic...
“Absolutely not!” Came the irritated voice of Madam Pomfrey, echoing through the potions corridor, “I will not permit them to experiment wildly on our students!” “Poppy, you must understand - this could be the cure!” Horace Slughorn insisted, though anyone listening could already tell he was fighting a losing battle. “It could be poison!” “It’s hardly poison.” “Do you know what the ingredients are?” “Well..no.. but I imagine they want to stop people trying to brew it on their own until they prove it works. It’s nothing sinister we just need one infected student to-“ “I will not allow the Ministry to test potions on my patients and that is the end of it!” Pomfrey decreed, in a tone that was very much a warning that the conversation would not be continuing. She stormed out of the potions class, followed by Slughorn who apparently had not gotten the message that she would not be persuaded. “Madam please!” He called as he rushed down the corridor after her. The door was still ajar, and resting on the table in the centre of the room was the potion – the possible cure – in question. It glowed softly, and looked relatively harmless. The Ministry wouldn’t send something they weren’t confident wouldn’t work, would they? No one would blame him for taking it. No one would blame him for drinking it. And no one could’ve predicted the results… |