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Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Mar 1, 2024 23:53:39 GMT -5
It was late in the school year, and Rose was getting quite tired of classes. Professors were pushing them extra hard in preparation for upcoming exams, and while she did want to do well, on that particular Friday, she was simply done. It was a gorgeous spring day, the sun was shining brightly, and all Rose wanted to do was get outside with her broom for a relaxing flight. So that morning she had made a decision, and sent her friend Don a note via owl post. It was a simple note.
First class after lunch. It’s time. Meet me on the Quidditch Pitch.
With great agony she sat through her morning classes, which seemed to stretch twice as long as they usually did, and could barely contain her excitement through lunch, glancing over to Don constantly to ensure he was ready. Then, in her Transfiguration class, it was time. While Professor Min had his back to her, helping another student with their exam practice, she ate one end of a Blister Biscuit, one of her father’s newest inventions for their Skiving Snackboxes. It didn’t take long before a large rash began spreading across her face, large blisters sprouting on her cheeks. She promptly raised her arm and tried to act justifiably sick. “Um, Professor… I’m not feeling too well…” Her classmates’ reactions definitely sold it, many recoiling at the sight of her. She was quickly ushered off to the Hospital Wing.
She made it halfway to the healer before she took the second half of the treat, wanting to make sure nobody from class noticed her deception. She sighed contentedly when she felt the rash dissipate off her face. The relief came none too soon, as she could feel her lips begin to swell. She would have to make note of that for her dad, as well as the sweet’s success. She could only hope Don would have similar results.
A few weeks prior she had given him a tester for the new Swelling Sweet, which was supposed to imitate the symptoms of an allergic reaction, swelling the hands and face. Rose hoped it would work and he would manage to get out of class as well, but she would only know when she reached their meeting place, so she headed off to the Quidditch Pitch with a skip in her step.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Mar 3, 2024 16:29:25 GMT -5
Receiving the note from Rose early in the morning enlivened Don. He managed to suffer through the first classes without a single groan - his cheer was retained even when Channing assigned them an inhumane amount of homework. The knowledge that he wouldn't be stuck in classes the whole day made it all more bearable. The excitement did make it difficult to concentrate on spell practice in Charms, and his Herbology notes for today's class would probably prove utterly incoherent... But what would one day of studying change, really? He'd pulled through his first two years just fine, not even the bottom of his class. He would do fine now, too.
All the clocks had conspired to slow down by half, which was the only thing fettering his high spirits. The classes were crawling by even slower than they normally did, which he'd thought impossible. Only breaks and lunch hour progressed at a nearly-normal speed. He'd caught Rose's eye a few times during lunch and gave her a thumbs-up, attempting to convey to her that he was ready. After leaving the Great Hall, he could feel the mounting excitement at the upcoming mischief. He had been able to feign illness without aid back in his lame non-magical school. Doing it with props would be easy-peasy.
Da Costa had them practicing some familiar spells against dummies, which made Don feel almost guilty about ditching the one class that didn't suck. Almost.
"Ouch! My spell backfired!" Don yelped, stumbling to the floor dramatically a few seconds after biting down on the candy Rose had given him. He groped at his swelling face with his swelling hands, faking an expression of increasing horror and finding the act immensely enjoyable. "I must have cast it wrong... ugh... I better go see Madam Kearn!" Grabbing his bag, he dashed out through the door before the professor was done uttering his permission. He kept sprinting through the corridors at an unwisely high speed, and was almost breathless by the time he got outside. His hands and face felt uncomfortably tender, the skin tight and painful - the unpleasant sensations had rapidly worsened as he rushed to get out of the castle. Slowing to a fast walk, the third-year rummaged in his pocket, finally retrieving the other candy. He swallowed it promptly, sighing in immediate relief as the swelling started to go down.
He spotted Rose close to the Quidditch Stadium and sped up to a jog in order to catch up with her. "It worked! It worked! Nobody suspected a thing!" he sang out gleefully. His face, still swollen but improving fast, was flushed red from running. Knowing that his friend wanted a report to pass on to her dad, he quickly summarized his experience. "It does hurt a little, and when I started sprinting the swelling increased. Might need to try that one again and see if it gets as bad as quickly if I don't move too much."
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Mar 6, 2024 21:34:40 GMT -5
On her walk down to the Quidditch pitch, Rose began hearing rapidly approaching footsteps behind her. Her heartbeat immediately began to race. Had she already been caught? Quickly turning, she exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw Don jogging down the path behind her. Her smile immediately returned, beaming as she waited for him to catch up before resuming her walk down. She noticed his face was still a bit red and swollen, and nodded as she made a mental note of Don’s observations for the new product. Her dad would be thrilled with the feedback. “Thanks for helping out. I’m sure getting out of class is enough of a reward? But I can maybe get you a few products from my dad as well if you’d like.”
She had a feeling Don wouldn’t say no to such an offer. What kind of prankster would say no to free supplies? Especially at their age. “You know, I’m sure my dad would love to meet you sometime, to thank you himself for all your help. Maybe we can meet up in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley some time over the summer?” It was crazy to think that the school year was already almost over, and soon she’d be returning home for a few months. She was excited to see her family, but she was already missing the fun and excitement of school. Even with the size of the Weasley family, it could get a bit lonely sometimes going so long without seeing her friends.
Finally reaching the interior of the Quidditch pitch, Rose made a beeline for the broom cupboard, where she had stashed her broom away preemptively. She simply couldn’t wait to get in the air and enjoy the beautiful spring breeze properly. “What do you say, a little game of one on one? Or you prefer a race around the pitch?” She turned to face Don, a competitive twinkle in her eyes as she suggested some potential ways to spend their afternoon of freedom.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Mar 7, 2024 18:47:48 GMT -5
Getting out of class was easily worth the mild discomfort of acting as a guinea pig for new Skiving Snacks. Especially during exam preparation time, when even the coolest of professors somehow managed to make their lessons boring through repetition. Don hadn't expected any additional reward, but he also wasn't going to refuse it.
His prank item supply was constantly on the verge of running out, especially since he still couldn't go to Hogsmeade. Due to the amount of detentions he had received last term, his parents refused to sign the permission slip. Although they didn't even know how to decipher the grades on his report card and somewhat suspiciously accepted his assurance that A was the highest possible grade, detention could not be so easily framed as a good thing. Their son was miraculously top of his class now, but still misbehaving, and that was something to be corrected. He had been on his best behaviour this year (only eight detentions so far!), which would hopefully earn him Hogsmeade visits for the next term. But the recurrent inability to restock his collection made him grasp at every opportunity to obtain more of the Weasley merchandise.
"I'll take whatever you can get me," he assured Rose, brightening up even more. "Even if it's just experimental products." Providing beta tester reports seemed like a solid way to earn the freebies he couldn't otherwise afford.
The third-year was rendered speechless by Rose's casual remark about meeting her dad. It probably didn't seem like a big deal to her. Don, however, felt like a Beatles fan being told that Paul McCartney would like to meet him. The initial thrill of the idea was now warring with apprehension; what if George Weasley disliked him? The advice to never meet one's heroes sprang into his mind and was immediately kicked out again. "Yep, sure, I'd like to meet him too," he responded as soon as his voice returned, trying to sound nonchalant and confident. Meeting a prank item magnate? No big deal. Against his better judgment, he went on to solidify the prospect of actually meeting the man. "Maybe we could do school shopping together? My parents don't like Diagon Alley that much, so they'll let me go alone if they know I'm with a friend's family."
He followed the Gryffindor to the broom cupboard and collected the Firebolt Falcon his captain had lent him. There was no way he would use his own shabby second-hand broom when he had access to something that didn't drift sideways when a light breeze blew. "One on one sounds good. You need that Chaser practice if you want Gryffindor to beat our team." He was a terrible Keeper - it was a miracle he'd stayed on the house team after last term's fiasco - and only a passable Chaser, but he wasn't worried about getting outplayed. Impressing Rose with his skills would be preferable, but he could always just grin slyly and pretend he was letting her win.
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Mar 13, 2024 21:46:41 GMT -5
Rose nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion that the two of them do their school shopping together that summer. “Absolutely! I’ll have to check with my parents, I’m not sure who I’ll be shopping with this year honestly, but I’m sure they’d love to have you. Are you able to get owls when you’re at your home? I’ve heard some muggles don’t like them, not sure why. I’m sure my mum can help me get in contact with you some other way if you can’t. She’s a muggleborn too, so she’d know what to do.” She rambled on excitedly, trying to plan out the event on the spot, and how the two would get in contact over the summer. Rose was simply thrilled at the prospect of being able to spend time with a friend over the summer, particularly if it helped make the tedious task of back to school shopping more enjoyable.
It was a good thing they were in the Quidditch pitch, as a game of one on one would be the perfect way for her to work off her current excitement, caused partly from skipping classes and partly from their summer plans. She stuck her tongue out at Don for the jest at her Quidditch team. “Just you wait until next year,” she threatened, although its impact was slightly dulled by the bright smile on her face. Walking back to the cupboard, she grabbed a spare practice Quaffle, before mounting her broom and heading up into the air.
The familiar thrill filled her chest as the wind swept through her hair. Flying was an experience like no other. She simply couldn’t imagine her life without it. She turned to face Don, tossing the Quaffle from hand to hand. “How about… first to five goals wins? Here, I’ll even let you start with the Quaffle, so you have a fighting chance,” she suggested as she tossed over the ball with a smirk, feeling overly confident in her own skills.
