Dropping potions sounded like a fabulous idea about now. Ariel grimaced and threw the ingredients into the cauldron. He flicked his wand, making the stirring rod turn, and turned back to the chopping board. He was uninterested now. Amelia was going to potentially provide some light entertainment but the possessive Professor decided that letting the snake play with the raven was a bad idea. So it was wise of him to separate the two in retrospect. Nethertheless, Ariel was still irritated whether the fool had made the right choice or not.
Ariel slammed his knife down on the chopping board and looked up. “Are you finished? My current stream of consciousness is actually directed toward my potion and you’re being awfully distracting.”
Smells were beginning to filter through but there was nothing particularly substantial. The orchids Ariel could smell were coming from Amelia’s cauldron, not his. He didn’t care too much, though. The distinct smell of Raspberry Jam began to waft under Ariel’s nose and he pursed his lips. The Slytherin dumped another load of ingredients into the cauldron and turned the heat up a little so it began to simmer. He didn’t understand Amortentia or the use of it. He didn’t know why people bothered, why people even bothered with each other. You could only trust yourself at the end of the day. Still, everyone wanted company and a relationship. Ariel was included in that group. He wouldn’t admit it, he wouldn’t ever admit he was lonely, he didn’t need to.
Ariel sat down and flicked his wand again. The potion was progressing faster than he’d intended it to and the smells permeating the room. It was slightly sickly yet arousing at the same time if that made any sense what so ever – which it did not. Ariel got to his feet again and looked into the cauldron. Ariel didn’t even have to look really as he was assaulted with a tidal wave of familiar smells. He was sorely tempted to throw something in, something that would dampen the effects of the potion, but he didn’t because he wanted to spite Doyle. Ariel wanted to prove he could brew even if he was nigh on convinced he should drop it.
“Orchids,” Ariel whispered, “Autumn, bed linen and Raspberry jam.” He scowled away the smile threatening to engulf his face and reached for the lid of the cauldron. He slammed it down on top and sighed, thanking Merlin for the extra money he spent on an air-tight seal. “Stupid potion.” He muttered, taking his hands off of the lid.
by Peter Howard Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:11 pm
