Post by Tobias Leberecht on Jun 15, 2013 22:58:23 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
The expertly steady hands could have only belonged to Tobias, for all of his faults and awkward tendencies, this he was good at. This he was expert at. A large cauldron sat poised in the middle of the floor, with his only about a foot or so away from the flames that headed the bottom of it. Cast iron swizzle stick clinging to the side of the large pot. Tried and true, the smells wafting from the slow boiling mixture was one that he wasn't sure how to put a name to, he wasn't certain if it was like anything else he had ever smelled before in his life. Yet, that was the point, as he was in the process of making something that had never before been perfected. He had no idea if it was going to work, but with each mistake, he learned a little something new. On the desks closest to him were raw ingredients, pieces of silver jewelry placed about, mixed with the rest. Smaller, test vials were in racks under the desks, the more valuable of the things he had, the things he couldn't easily replace were underneath the counters. He couldn't risk them falling off. Behind him, in a pain yellow box were four equal amounts of a paler green fluid. The sort that he had spent the last month preparing for the newest wolf in the castle. They were still operating under the radar, so she couldn't get her potions from Professor Talbott, not that he minded. It was a simple enough of a thing to make. He liked to think that his was just a little bit better anyway, he used cocoa powder to cut the acid. At least it would help keep her in check. It was just about the only thing that she was allowing any of them. Since the morning after she had been turned, whenever she had woken up and found him sitting at the edge of her bed, silently making a sketch of her side for his journal, she had almost bitten his head off. She might have, had she not still been so very sore. Since then, any time that he or Marcus attempted to speak to her at any given time, she seemed to run them off. Screeching things about her reputation, and that she couldn't be seen with them, how dare they. He just considered himself lucky that it wasn't him she had taken to punching. Marcus had been hit in the gut one too many times to forgive it any further, it would seem.
Even with her cruel words, he wasn't intimidated. He had been subject to cruel words his whole life, even from her on more than one occasion. He was fairly certain she had called him 'freak' more than anybody else in this castle. Yet, he had already made up his mind that he was going to help her. Whether she liked it or not. He had finally managed to convince her to meet him here tonight, it was after curfew, but he didn't think that posed much of an issue for her. It was just about the only time that he could find enough space, and enough quite to conduct his experiments. It would seem, that she was only willing to even broach the subject of what she was whenever she absolutely had to know something. He wished that she could understand that whatever had happened in the past, whatever reason that there was for her and Marcus not to like one another, that had no relevance now. She needed to know things, she needed them, whether she liked it or not. At least the wolfsbane potion was going to help her control her urges, make the changes just a little bit better. He had made hers stronger than the other batches, on purpose, given that she wouldn't allow them to walk her through how to make things better. With her dosage, he wouldn't be surprised if she turned into a very sleepy wolf after her transformation, and slept through the lunar cycle. It would be a kindness, keep her and Amina away from one another. Even though they couldn't really damage each other any further, it was better to be on the safe side. The potions he had lured her here to come and get should get her through the end of the school year and into the summer, at the very least. He could make her more, but he wasn't certain if she would even remember who he was after they had graduated. At least then, she wasn't really their problem. She wouldn't allow herself to be.
Tobias' hands flicked through the pages of the book open in front of him. To any onlooker, they would think that he was just looking at an empty, old journal. He knew what he had written, could see it clear as day. Even if it was readable to anybody, he doubted that they would be able to understand what any of the pages contained. The writing was in every which direction, random drawings and tables of ingredients littered in with personal thoughts and ideas. It was his very most beloved possession, even if he was running out of pages to write on. Breaking up a long batch of gillyweed and dropping the bits into the open, clear bags in front of him as he read. He had another seven minutes before he needed to stir his cauldron again, and then he would be broaching the area where he had messed up the last batch, he thought, and was hoping that this one would at least remain the molten silver color, instead of turning the color of sour eggs. He was aware that he was no longer alone in the room, but given that there was no way for her to pick out the potions he was giving her from the rest of the lot, she would have to speak up sooner or later. Dropping the last of the weeds into the bags he reached into his pocket of his one piece outer pajamas and grabbed a bertie bots from the box stashed away there, and set about sealing the bags in front of him. The front of his clothing was unzipped to the waist, the longer sleeves removed from his arms and resting around his waist, exposing the ironically chosen under shirt. He didn't want to get potion splash on his jammies after all.
TAGGED ! kariana
WORDS ! 1,037
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! finished