4 Nov 2018, 06:19
Nectar Of The Gods
The young Slytherin, the youngest one there, allowed his eyes to narrow as he watched the Pathetic boy who brought them together move. He watched in curious nature as the boy mixed in each of the liquids or powders into a cauldron. The Slytherin was annoyed. All this just for a stupid riddle to help him with potion making? Daniel liked potions, but this was relatively stupid. And it only became more so when the Gryffindor poured the potion into cups and then told them to drink it.
Daniel stared in disbelief. No wonder he was in Slytherin. Something about the innate trusting of others went off, and his eyes narrowed. Something about this didn’t sit right with him, and perhaps, that’s why he was in Slytherin. His gut feeling was never wrong.
Before he could complain about this, one of the girls spoke up about at least introducing themselves. He already knew Sienna. Though, before he could complain, he knew the names of at least three of the girls - Cecily, a Ravenclaw, Aurelia, from whatever house, and Sienna - Serea - from Hufflepuff. His eyes danced towards the other girl, who he vaguely recognized from the Slytherin common room. Did she get this feeling of distrust from the Gryffindor, too?
“Daniel.”
His voice was even, despite the fact he was completely uninterested in sharing any more information than that. The Ravenclaw girl took a cup but didn’t seem to ask about the liquid before she drank it… and then Aurelia followed. His eyes narrowed. Did nobody else think this was… insane? He knew never to trust taking candy from strangers, but this was over the top. They didn’t seem to care about what consequences followed. But then, Sienna-Serena took a cup and drank, too. He liked conversations with her, but wow.
Just wow.
“I’m sorry, you all are crazy. Did any of you realize that this jerk didn’t pour himself a drink? I find that just a touch sketchy,” Daniel’s voice hitched a little in irritation. He was fine with people being stupid, but he was not going to agree to dying for some stupid painting. Never. His face twisted in irritation, “Let me just remind you all that if we’re dead, I’m going to haunt your ghosts to tell you what a stupid, bloody decision you all made.”
He hated this. He hated having no say in a thing, considering the majority. Irritated and in a foul mood, more than likely not willing to engage much more after this, he took a cup and downed the potion. The taste was weird and he couldn’t help but make a face. This made him sour. He was not going to be a happy camper regardless, if these girls just made all the decisions for the whole group. That was sheep thinking, in his opinion.
Daniel stared in disbelief. No wonder he was in Slytherin. Something about the innate trusting of others went off, and his eyes narrowed. Something about this didn’t sit right with him, and perhaps, that’s why he was in Slytherin. His gut feeling was never wrong.
Before he could complain about this, one of the girls spoke up about at least introducing themselves. He already knew Sienna. Though, before he could complain, he knew the names of at least three of the girls - Cecily, a Ravenclaw, Aurelia, from whatever house, and Sienna - Serea - from Hufflepuff. His eyes danced towards the other girl, who he vaguely recognized from the Slytherin common room. Did she get this feeling of distrust from the Gryffindor, too?
“Daniel.”
His voice was even, despite the fact he was completely uninterested in sharing any more information than that. The Ravenclaw girl took a cup but didn’t seem to ask about the liquid before she drank it… and then Aurelia followed. His eyes narrowed. Did nobody else think this was… insane? He knew never to trust taking candy from strangers, but this was over the top. They didn’t seem to care about what consequences followed. But then, Sienna-Serena took a cup and drank, too. He liked conversations with her, but wow.
Just wow.
“I’m sorry, you all are crazy. Did any of you realize that this jerk didn’t pour himself a drink? I find that just a touch sketchy,” Daniel’s voice hitched a little in irritation. He was fine with people being stupid, but he was not going to agree to dying for some stupid painting. Never. His face twisted in irritation, “Let me just remind you all that if we’re dead, I’m going to haunt your ghosts to tell you what a stupid, bloody decision you all made.”
He hated this. He hated having no say in a thing, considering the majority. Irritated and in a foul mood, more than likely not willing to engage much more after this, he took a cup and downed the potion. The taste was weird and he couldn’t help but make a face. This made him sour. He was not going to be a happy camper regardless, if these girls just made all the decisions for the whole group. That was sheep thinking, in his opinion.
Str: 7 | Agility: 7 | Control: 7 | Stam: 9