Michael hadn't said anything to anyone about what he'd done. He hadn't taken responsibility for his actions which... well, it wasn't as though it were
unlike him. Neither Pomfrey or Slughorn had spoken of the missing potion yet. And really, it was hardly the worst thing that could happen. Everyone talking in verse was nice, he felt sophisticated, and people were learning new words. The Ravenclaw in him approved very much.
He'd begun to relax in a way. It was fine. It was going to be fine. It would wear off or someone would come up with a way to stop it or- or something.
Thursday morning dawned cloudy and poetic, and Michael headed down to breakfast alone. He was almost to the top of the big marble staircase when the nausea crept over him again. His hand slammed against the bannister to steady himself, his eyes watering as the tingling rushed through him again. But this time, Michael thought, he wouldn't reach for his wand. He wouldn't be that much of an idiot!
To his alarm, his fingertips began to tingle painfully, glowing with the power that was building up inside him. It wasn't going to be stopped, it had things it needed to do.
Michael's knees buckled as, once more, the energy rushed from his body in a powerful wave across the school.
[[Rhyming time is over! Today Michael has set off a spell of unrequited lust! Augusta Longbottom, Gregory Goyle, Angelina Johnson, and Theodore Nott have all taken the brunt of it. Over the course of today, they will be posting open threads. The first person to reply to them will fall wildly in love with them. If any of the four characters don't get a reply by 0800 GMT on the 4th, they can invade any thread of their choosing, and you won't have a choice but to give in to your lust!
Have fun!]][[ETA. any threads or journals with rhyming in them will continue to have rhyming in them. Even if you reply to journals today, you better get your rhyming on! (mostly, selfishly, because i haven't had time to bust out any rhymes yet. fuck you all, that's why! )]]