Stephen Cornfoot (supstephen) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-03-24 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, 1999 march, stephen cornfoot |
Who: Stephen Cornfoot
What: A mistake
Where: Hogsmeade village
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Low
He’d reached the final point of desperation. There were no knights on white steeds coming to save him from his shackles.
There were no heroes.
There were only villains.
Stephen Cornfoot added more ingredients to the potion and it took on an eerie blue hue, illuminating the basement of the cottage where he was performing the Dark Magic. He wasn’t silly enough to attempt to do it in his own cottage. The Aurors hardly needed another reason to think him insane and dangerous.
“Bring an enemy’s nightmares to reality,” He read to himself in a whisper, though no one was around to hear him. His own handwriting was sloppy and rushed on the parchment where he had copied it from Hermione’s book before returning it.
“Every terror and agony from darkest sleeping mind shall exist…”
That was what he needed to take on Roth. There was nothing he could do to scare him, but Stephen could only imagine the darkest recesses of that man’s mind would be unbearable even for a maniac like Roth Mulciber.
All that remained was the final ingredient; ‘Blood of love unconditional’. Why were old spells always so vague? Stephen had assumed it to be rather interpretational. Unconditional love? Well, pet owners loved their animals unconditionally…
He didn’t want to kill the cat, but he found himself surprisingly unaffected by the act. The blood poured into the cauldron, hissing as the ruby red liquid hit the surface of the potion. Steam began to rise from the concoction. Slow at first, but growing faster and faster. The room began to fill with it until Stephen could no longer see the walls. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
He fumbled in the white fog for his wand and stumbled into the table, knocking the cauldron over onto the floor with a deafening crash. The potion sloshed out across the floor and the fog thickened more. He tried to vanish the cauldron and its contents, but the spell had no effect on the potion, only the objects around it. The table and the parchment and potion ingredients disappeared, but the liquid and its impossibly thick steam remained.
Panicking, Stephen made for the stairs. The fog had already started seeping out under the door, and it poured out around him as he evacuated the room.
“Shit! Shit shit shit!” He breathed, looking back at the impossibly thick cloud of white vapour. It had already started to cloud in the living room and up the stairs. The house was filling up! Abandoning all hope of fixing the spell, Stephen rushed out of the back door and returned to his cottage. He closed and sealed the door behind him, but the vapour was starting to billow out of the chimney into the sky.
Well, at least it would stop on its own eventually, right?