Closed False Love pv Koko

Clark was in the hospital wing with a glass of orange juice. His dad was not anywhere nearby, at least, to Clark's best knowledge. He didn't bother checking. He looked on the back shelf, behind his father's desk. There, lined like a wall full of glassy and melted vibrant decor, a bunch of potions sat upon the platform it was laid upon.

He looked around for a vial with a pink liquid inside, and as his eyes scanned the shelves, he saw it on the bottom shelf. Great, he did not have to whip out his wand for this. That was good news, he had an issue with the Levitation Charm anyways. Clark stared at the orange juice and back at the vial and smiled, his brow burrowed, his smile growing in size until it would hurt. The only thing that was missing was the 'Excellent' with his hands doing the weird evil scheme hand gesture.

He popped off the top, taking precautions, trying to avoid sniffing or smelling the gross pink liquid.

The goblin extended his arm out as far as he could and with his free hand, covered his mouth and nose. The orange juice began to darken, now he just needed to mix in the mixture, so hopefully it wasn't so blatantly obvious. He opened the top left drawer rapidly, looking for one of those popsicle sticks you have jammed in your mouth to press against your tongue.

He found one, it wasn't thrown away, so hopefully it was clean. (it was.)

He heard some footsteps in the halls and instantly jammed the stick into the cup and stirred quickly, and stuck the popsicle stick in his back pocket, also grabbing the empty vial, throwing it as far as he could across the hospital wing, hoping it wasn't heard. (It was)

The glass shattered, just as the door slammed open, bouncing off of the wall, and in came his older brother. "Get your ass out of here!" Clark exclaimed, trying to get him out.

Simon stared at him, judging him. "Clark. Give me what you're fucking hiding." He said sharply, a demanding tone.

Clark didn't do so. Instead, he used one of his hands to grab something random off of their dad's desk and pulled it around to the front of him and took off running through the hall of beds.

Simon was not too far behind. "You're short! We've done this enough at home, I can catch you and I can hang you off the wall if I wanted to, so if that is not a fate you want, I want the item." Simon himself probably did not know what Clark truly possessed as he completely ignored the spiked orange juice on the father's desk.

Simon (wearing his Slytherin robe for Koko's note) sighed. "Fine." He lunged forward, grabbing Clark with one hand, using the other to grab his ankle, then freeing up the initial hand to grab the second ankle. "Drop it." He snarled.