Who: Professor Slughorn and Michael Corner What: Can we cure this? Where: The Potions Classroom When: 28th December
"Ah! Mister Corner, please come, come in!" Professor Slughorn was quick to stand up and slam his notebook shut as the door opened and revealed the source of all the magical chaos that had plagued the school. "You know you're quite the little pain in the arse, ah, pardon my French!" He winced, clearly unimpressed that he was still unable to keep his thoughts to himself.
Michael had been summoned, and he went. He knew he was going to have to face the music sometime, and in this instance he got to face it with a cure for his uncontrollable powers as well. So it was pros and cons. His eyebrows raised at Slughorns less than professional pronouncement, tempted to just turn around and walk out again. But he was getting annoyed as much as everyone else was. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't just leave things laying around, mate. There are little kids running around the school as well. We've got enough problems without you killing off outsiders, too."
"Ah, yes well, I think after this we've all learned some important lessons," Slughorn said, his tone implying that of everyone, it should be Michael who'd learned the lesson. "Fortunately, we think we've finally gotten the cure sorted to this misadventure. All you need to do, is drink it." He reached down into his desk drawer and pulled out a glowing red potion contained round-bottomed flask. "Not the most appetising thing I must warn you and, ah, it may burn a little going down, but it'll stop all this mess and we can all get back to normal!" He placed the bottle on the desk and beckoned Michael forwards to drink it.
"So this is going to- it's going to stop the magic that I can't control?" Michael asked, eyeing up the red potion as it glowed ominously beside them. "But I can do magic now. I couldn't before. And I can now. So- so it's just going to take all of the magic away?" he asked, his brow furrowed with displeasure. "And that's what's considered 'back to normal' now?"
"Mister Corner I think you would agree that the magic you're doing now is hardly normal," Slughorn frowned and pushed the vial forwards, "We aren't going to give up on finding a cure for the virus to return your magic properly, but this cannot be allowed to go on. People are afraid of what they might wake up to next! Drink the potion my lad."
Michael glared down at the vial, his jaw set. "Well, this was the closest I had. Do you know what that feels like? No, you don't. Save your fucking lectures, sir." He picked up the vial, raised it to Slughorn with a sneer, then knocked it back, wincing as it burnt it's way down his throat. "Happy? Can I go now?"
Slughorn watched Michael drank the liquid like a chemist waiting for an explosion, which was not exactly the expression one would want to see on the man who had just given you a 'cure'. "I'd rather you wait till we see if it worked, shouldn't take too long, it's rather, ah, volitile!" Slughorn said, his eyes dropping to Michael's stomach, "I'm fairly certain this is going to work though, there isn't much in the way that could go wrong! Oh, ah, did I say that out loud?"
Michael gave Slughorn a distasteful look, glowering at him and sitting heavily down on his seat again. Well, now that it was mentioned, Michael really did feel like he was going to throw up again. Well, that was something. Michael kind of hoped he actually did vomit. He was going to aim for Slughorn.
He tried to keep his expression neutral, even if he was sure he was looking a little peaky as the rush of magic surged through him once more, but cold instead of hot. He didn't know how long the outburst lasted this time, but he found himself shivering on Slughorn's floor, panting.
[OOC: Advent is over, the magic is cured, keep your thoughts to yourself! Everything is back to normal except... Well, looks like Dean Thomas might still be suffering something or another. Probably best to just leave him.]