Enemies to Forced Potion Class Partners PV Percival Closed

Interacting with @Dorion Anderson

Standard potions class was nothing to speak about. All you did was watch demonstrations, take notes, and try it yourself. However, now and then the teachers thought it was a good idea to put them into pairs. Percival didn't mind this most of the time as he just focused on getting the task at hand done with little talk. It was better that way, not only for him but for his poster who was sure to get a stern warning to keep focused. That changed though depending on the person, Dorion being one of them.

He hadn't talked to Dorion for quite some time, mainly from a mixture of long term personal study and the fact it was going to be awkward considering they had kissed. The Slytherin didn't have any deep routed hatred from that event, after all, it was mainly his fault for getting his fellow students into mortal danger. That was a long time ago and things have changed, if she wanted to hold that grudge against him then so be it.

Upon hearing the fateful news Percival sighed and looked over to Dorion who wasn't so pleased to be paired with him. He didn't blame Dorion but they had to knock it off with the childish spite. Rolling up his sleeves, he briefly nodded to her request "So be it, I hope that is the case too" he replied nonchalantly while moving over to her station with quiet tension. Stars, Dorion didn't half not hide her hatred.

As they waited to start, Percival took it upon himself to check that all the equipment was available in front of them. You couldn't be too sure when it came to making potions, if one ingredient or tool was missing it could spell disaster. Now and then though, he'd briefly look over to his partner.

"You're still angry with me aren't you?" he asked directly at first while examining one of the flasks "I suggest you put that to bed while we work together. We are learning now, not at a tea party or ball" Percy continued, before finally looking at the Hufflepuff for the first time.

"Got that?"

☽⦙ Date | Weekday in March, 2024 ⦙☾
☽⦙ Interacting With | @Percival Gray ⦙☾
☽⦙ Hex Code | #810B2D ⦙☾

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Dori had already reached the station and had started on pre-cutting some of the ingredients that the both of them would need to mix in later, figuring that Percival could handle the first steps. They would never admit it out loud, but he was a fairly competent wizard that could probably handle heating water or mashing something into the cauldron.

They couldn't tell, but they were sure all of the short hairs on the top of their head were bristling with anger, frustration, at their Goddess for putting the two of them in partnership for a grade. Emotions really had no place in the potions classroom, or really anything in wizardry that required focus to make sure no one blew up. Though, there were spells to handle that. "Angry doesn't quite cover the feeling Gray. I'm sure with how absolutely insignificant I, and my lineage for that matter, is to you that you have forgotten most of our sordid history that would bring me to these feelings."

With a particularly aggressive cut that slammed against the cutting board they were using, they turned to him with an eerie smile. "But of course, water under the bridge. Or, into the cauldron perhaps. Since feelings aren't allowed at tea parties where you tried to trick me into kissing you." They feigned nausea. "Or, shall we not forget, the Quidditch field where you insulted my family that has done nothing wrong besides create a wizard like me. The biggest transgression against you it seems."

They went back to preparing ingredients. "So, I guess you could say. I got it. Perhaps you should do the magical components so my tainted blood doesn't fuck up your grade." They had heard that metamorphmagi's could have their changes influenced by the way that they were feeling, and for once they were grateful that they didn't have this ability. Everything about them would be flame red, the desire to burn Percival's ego into the ground ever stronger in his holier-than-thou presence.

He was really one of the only people that Dori had such an issue with in terms of their blood lineage, a muggle-born. A crime still in the year 2024 somehow. Astrea had explained the concept very early on to the very young Hufflepuff at the time who was bright eyed and bushy tailed in the world of wizards. Ah, how the great had fallen. In this case, their wonderment with how much better wizards were than muggles when that simply wasn't the case. They were equally awful in many cases. They would chock it up to the human condition or something.

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Interacting with @Dorion Anderson

To say that Dori was still angry was an understatement.

Everything from the chopping of ingredients, the tone in their voice, and even the words they used revealed the burning hatred Dori still had for him. The students at Hogwarts always loved to hold a grudge to the end of time, Dori was no exception "Well, that confirms that" the boy said with a sigh as he put down the piece of glass and turned to Dorian with a face that looked fed up "Let's just make things clear, you've heard of a hag slug right? the kind of things that burrow themselves into people and control them to the point where the host can barely do anything?" he said calmly, the corner of his lips showing a slight smirk "Yea, that was the reason why I tried to kiss you. I wouldn't have done so if I was in full control"

It was true, Gray had no interest in Dorion in the slightest and there was no point in time when he wanted to kiss them. Was it jealousy from the fact that they wanted to? who knew, but it was quite unusual for someone to be holding a grudge on something that was totally out of their control.

"And the little incident we had on the quidditch field? I admit, I may have gone a little too far. However, my expectations for muggles and half bloods coming into our world will always be high" the Slytherin responded honestly, owning up to a bit of his arrogant youth but reaffirming that he still expected a lot from those who were not born in their world. If they were truly grateful for being here, they needed to make the most of their opportunity.

"I also do not care for your "tainted" blood going over the components. I'd wipe it off and still gain a high grade after such a daft accident." Percival replied with a bit of sarcasm this time, his attention turned to the table to try and sort out the scales to weigh their ingredients.

"Once you've finished aggressively chopping our ingredients into paste it would be good to get the right weight. I'm sure we can both agree we don't want the experiment exploding in our faces..."