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English "Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!"
Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!
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Yours Truly, The Council.
Bien à vous, le Conseil.
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Dear Mister Redblack,
Cher Monsieur Redblack,
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I hope this letter finds you well. I heard that you recently have taken a greater interest in the school. To put it bluntly, I was surprised by such news from Miss McGonagall. I had originally planned to send my dearest Susan a gift but was not sure I could trust you to ensure proper delivery. Upon this news though, I feel greater confidence in placing some responsibility with you and getting Susan's feedback before passing further judgement. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me via the floo network.
J'espère que cette lettre vous trouvera en bonne santé. J'ai appris que vous vous intéressiez davantage à l'école ces derniers temps. Pour être franc, j'ai été surpris par une telle nouvelle venant de Mlle McGonagall. J'avais initialement prévu d'envoyer un cadeau à ma très chère Susan, mais je n'étais pas sûr de pouvoir vous faire confiance pour assurer une bonne livraison. Mais avec cette nouvelle, je me sens plus en confiance pour vous confier une part de responsabilité et obtenir le retour de Susan avant de porter un autre jugement. Si vous avez des questions, n'hésitez pas à me les poser via le réseau de cheminées.
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Sincerely,\nAmelia Bones.
Sincèrement,\nAmelia Bones.
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While we greatly appreciate your concern in correcting the actions of your students, we have not seen any such reports by any of the other faculty at Hogwarts that would merit disciplinary action. As such, we respectfully decline your request for broader authority to administer disciplinary action. However, should we receive such reports from any other faculty that such transgressions have occurred, please feel free to write us again and we will reconsider such a request.
Bien que nous apprécions grandement votre souci de corriger les actions de vos élèves, nous n'avons pas vu de rapports de ce type par l'un des autres professeurs de Poudlard qui mériteraient une action disciplinaire. En conséquence, nous déclinons respectueusement votre demande d'une plus grande autorité pour administrer des mesures disciplinaires. Toutefois, si d'autres professeurs nous signalent de telles transgressions, n'hésitez pas à nous écrire à nouveau et nous reconsidérerons votre demande.
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We had previously denied your request for administering disciplinary action based on a lack of IMVOIS violations. However, we recently had an Auror do an investigation into a blatant violation that was highly disruptive to the learning environment there. While initially a fine was discussed for your lack of leadership, it was brought up by faculty at your institution that you were not able to be effective due to the constraints the ministry placed on your due to your temporary status.
Nous avions précédemment refusé votre demande d'administration de mesures disciplinaires en raison de l'absence de violations IMVOIS. Cependant, nous avons récemment demandé à un Auror de mener une enquête sur une violation flagrante qui a fortement perturbé l'environnement d'apprentissage là-bas. Alors qu'au départ, une amende avait été évoquée pour votre manque de leadership, les professeurs de votre établissement ont soulevé que vous n'étiez pas en mesure d'être efficace en raison des contraintes que le ministère vous imposait en raison de votre statut temporaire.
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As such we are giving you complete authority to prevent further violations. Should further violations take place, we will end up fining you pay and should that be enough we are prepared to take additional measures.
En tant que tel, nous vous donnons toute autorité pour empêcher d'autres violations. En cas de nouvelles violations, nous vous infligerons une amende et si cela ne devait pas suffire, nous sommes prêts à prendre des mesures supplémentaires.
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We have received letters from students who were quite upset by the expulsion of one of their beloved students along with Professor Snape stating a plan has been discussed. As such, it seems you will be taking on all responsibilities with the students and enforcing discipline for any discrepancies. We have agreed to this plan, understanding you are solely responsible for any failures. Fines will be given should deviations be found with regards to your plan. However, we are extending your authority and abilities to give further discipline as needed, we are also explaining this to faculty, so Hogwarts should fall back in line.
Nous avons reçu des lettres d'élèves très contrariés par l'expulsion de l'un de leurs élèves préférés, ainsi que du professeur Rogue, indiquant qu'un plan a été discuté. Ainsi, il semble que vous assumerez toutes les responsabilités avec les élèves et ferez respecter la discipline en cas de manquement. Nous avons accepté ce plan, étant entendu que vous êtes seul responsable en cas d'échec. Des amendes seront données si des déviations sont trouvées par rapport à votre plan. Cependant, nous étendons votre autorité et vos capacités à imposer une discipline supplémentaire si nécessaire, nous l'expliquons également à la faculté, afin que Poudlard se mette en conformité.
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The Council will watch closely at the decisions you make. Do not let us down, we are doing this as a favour to Miss Bones.
Le Conseil suivra de près les décisions que vous prendrez. Ne nous décevez pas, nous faisons cela pour rendre service à Mademoiselle Bones.
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It has come to our attention that you have been of the best service to one of the students, as well as her family. In fact, they have written a letter to the council on your behalf. We do not take such things lightly, and we would like to also note, that we apologize for the misunderstanding with the rumors started by one, Nola Corey.
Il a été porté à notre attention que vous avez rendu le meilleur service à l'une des élèves, ainsi qu'à sa famille. En fait, ils ont écrit une lettre au conseil en votre nom. Nous ne prenons pas de telles choses à la légère, et nous voudrions également noter que nous nous excusons pour le malentendu avec les rumeurs lancées par une certaine Nola Corey.
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However, in light of these new letters, we have found it would be in our best interest to offer you a more permanent position, as primary tutor. We look forward to your reply.
Cependant, à la lumière de ces nouvelles lettres, nous avons estimé qu'il serait dans notre intérêt de vous offrir un poste plus permanent, en tant que tuteur primaire. Nous attendons votre réponse avec impatience.
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Yours Truly, The Council.\n\nPS. You are expected to continue functioning in the headmaster role while starting your tutoring duties.
Bien à vous, le Conseil.\n\nPS. Vous êtes censé continuer d'assumer le rôle de chef d'établissement tout en commençant vos fonctions de tuteur.
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{p} -Where's a basilisk when you need it?! Richie! Try to be more careful! {p}Samuel Stem in his rightful anger almost raised his hand at his young student, but managed to regain his composure. Even for Ravenclaw, Richard Grymes was considered to be too out of this world, and assaulting such a boy would only bring more trouble. {p} -I am sorry, Sam. This cauldron is just too heavy. Words couldn't describe the look of guilt on boy's face, calming down Sam even further. {p}Still, carrying a cauldron full of some suspicious liquid across the common room... damn. Richie is really too weird even for this school. It's hardly surprising that this puny student couldn't see anything carrying the cauldron, tripping over the armchair, Sam was sitting with the latest issue of “Oracle”. Spilling the aforementioned liquid all over and destroying Sam's new trousers. Common room is one of the few places at school, where uniform rules are lax, a fact that undoubtedly saved Sam's robes from sharing the fate of his trousers. {p} -Fine, Richie, to hell with my trousers, I didn't like them that much, Sam said breaking the tension. While others sometimes thought of him as ruthless, inside he was a kind and compassionate. He felt somewhat bad for his fellow student. {p} – Come on, I'll help you with what's left of your concoction... where were you caring it to?\n\n\n\n{p} -So, what were you trying to make? Besides a putrid smelling liquid? {p}The cauldron continued to make bubbling and even wheezing sounds, with a smell that could rival an ogre's breath. Opening a window would have been an option, if they weren't in the Room of Requirement, which for some reason this time didn't provide everything that was required, unlike the name would suggest. This room, that ever shifted across the school, was found and shown to Sam by Richie. How the latter one found it himself remained a mystery. Richie himself, was a complete mystery in fact. Despite his slowness, social awkwardness and other quirks, no one would accuse him of being dim-witted or stupid. He was one of the better Ravenclaw students, and truly was an embodiment of this house virtues. He was especially passionate about potions, and had surprising skill with them. Even earning occasional praise from Professor Snape. Though somehow, even during those rare moments, Snape's face would keep the usual expression of “You simpletons, why am I even bothering to teach you”. And so, this time Richie decided to show his new concoction to Sam, which he described as “Something utterly important”. Why did he choose Sam? Probably because, he did show him occasional compassion and even interest in his research he postulated. {p} -It will work! It has to work, yes! – Richie had a glint of madness in his eyes, typical for most Ravenclaw. {p} -Richie, I don't doubt you. Just, relax. What has to work? What is this recipe? It looks like something from polymagic? Or is it something along the lines of direct interaction? {p} -What? Polymagic? No-no-no! This experimental brew has grounded mandragora! You would never use mandragora for polymagic. What are you on Sam? – Grimes was truly surprised by the remark. {p} -Well, my friend, not everyone are as adept at the Snapespering as you – parried Samuel with a cunning smile – So, what is that? What have you been brewing here for so long? {p} -Long? This isn't long at all! I spent the last month on this! Fourteen complete cycles of brewing, crystallisation and distilling, brewing again! This is my magnum opus! After this even Severus Snape will have to tip his hat to me! {p} -Hmm, if only he wore one. I guess he is more used to taking off his students' scalps than anything else. So, can you finally tell me – what is this potion? – Sam's voice did little to cover his annoyance. {p} -Potion? Ah, yes. By the end of the experiment we will receive a potion of mental intervention. Do you get it? Anyone who drinks it will become an open book to the subject of experimentation. All of their thoughts will be easily seen! – the glint of madness slowly turned into an untamed flame. {p} -Hold your horses, Richie, are you serious? I guess you didn't waste your time here. If this actually works, you'll get to be on a cover of the “Oracle”. What about occlumency, wouldn't block your potion? {p} -No! Nothing will be able to stop it, I have added the millefolium just for that. You saw me adding it, - Richard looked as if he was insulted by his friends remissness. {p} -Yes-yes, that root, how could I have missed it! So, who will be your test subject? Any candidates? Don't tell me, you planned to test it on me, I won't allow you to dig through my mind. {p} -I... I hadn't thought about that... Richie turned to Sam, with the lost look on his face. {p} -Fine, pour me some of it, and I'll trick someone into drinking it. {p} -Yes... Yes! Just like that. Effective! Rational! Thank you, Sam! Let me just add my hair to it, so that thoughts will be directed to me. {p} -Sure, make sure you do it right, Sam said without thinking, his thoughts were occupied with a query to find a potential victim.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n{p} -Sandy, you look great today. Do you want some pumpkin juice?\n\n\n\n{p} -Did you do it? Richard asked Sam, as soon as he entered the bedroom. {p} -Of course, piece of cake, like getting a Dumbledore card from a chocolate frog. – Sam looked very satisfied with himself. {p} -So, who was it? Who will be the subject of our experiment? Who drank it? – Richie was bursting with excitement, prancing about and barely holding himself together. This put an even bigger smile on Sam's face. {p} -Sandy, our miss know-it-all of course. {p} -Sandy? W-why Sandy? – Richie stopped in his tracks, as if he was a stone golem. {p} -Why not? Wouldn't you like to know what that little minx thinks? Aren't you annoyed by her attitude, so pure, you can't even joke next to her, as soon as you get a bit crude, you won't hear the end of it. Hey, what's wrong, why did you suddenly become pale? {p} -No-nothing, I just... went pale for no reason! Now Richie suddenly started to change colour as well, but to bright red. {p} -No way! So you like her? And here I thought that only a new cauldron could cause such an expression from you. Sam couldn't contain his laughter any longer, slapping his hand against his knee. Surprised doesn't even begin to cover it! {p} -Stop it! I do NOT like her, it's just she is so... ugh... Stop, we have to concentrate on our experiment. The potion should take an effect in an hour, and I have to be close by, so let's get to the common room. {p} -You know, Sandy is a real looker Richie, don't you think? Sam said toward Sandy upon seeing Sandy while approaching the common room, sneakily checking for Richard's reaction. He planned to milk the sudden discovery for maximum entertainment value. {p} -What?! S-stop it! Her looks have nothing to do with our experiment, forget about her looks! Red as a stop light, Sam quipped back. {p}Truth to be told, Sandy really was one of the better looking girls in the house. Not too short, fit, creating a delicate impression, that was full of elegance and femininity. Such large blue eyes on a small face, complemented with a small and delicately sloped nose. And to top it off, long elegant and perfectly straight black hair that glistened like it was the finest of silks and fell right above her perfectly shaped bottom. {p} -Sure then, you don't want to talk about it, I understand, said Richie. But I definitely should try hitting on her, she is too good to pass up. Sam fully relaxed in his armchair, to the point where if he were to relax further, he might just disappear into it. {p} -Hit on her? What do you mean by that! Richard's eyes had a hint of rage in them. {p} -Wow, that serious, my friend? I was just voicing my opinion. I... {p} -Richie, said Sam in what might be mistake as a calm voice. {p}If it was possible, Sam's jaw would break the floor. Because it was Sandy who interrupted their talk so abruptly, coming close to the two pals. {p} -Hello San... {p} -Richie, Sandy interrupted Sam once again, looking straight at Richard. I wanted to tell you, that I... I don't know what I want to say, I am sorry. But if you are interested, I would like to have lunch with you. Or dinner. Or we may take a walk, talk about your experiments. Perhaps I can I keep you company? {p}Sandy's face had an extreme look of shyness on it, but she kept on talking, pushing the words out one by one. {p} -Emmm, o-of course we can, I mean you can keep me company. My company, yes. Richie looked even worse, discovering ever-new shades of rose, it looked if he really was trying to disappear into his armchair. {p} -Thank you, Richie, then I'll see you tomorrow? Sandy looked relieved and smiled. {p} -Ye-yes, t-tomorrow. {p}On that note, Sandy turned around, continuing to ignore Sam and left. As soon as she did, Sam gave an inquisitive look to Grimes. {p} -Richie, this looks very much like an effect of some charm potion, what in Merlin's beard was it?! Did your potion had some side-effect? If I wasn't here, I think she would have just dragged you with her on a date right then and there! {p} -Sam, answered Richard with his gaze wandering off in some far away realm. Sam, I saw her thoughts. And you cannot possibly imagine what was in them!
{p} -Où est un basilic quand vous en avez besoin ? ! Richie ! Essayes d'être plus prudent ! {p}Samuel Stem, dans sa colère légitime, a presque levé la main sur son jeune élève, mais a réussi à retrouver son sang-froid. Même pour Serdaigle, Richard Grymes était considéré comme trop dans la lune, et agresser un tel garçon ne ferait que causer plus de problèmes. {p} -Je suis désolé, Sam. Ce chaudron est tout simplement trop lourd. Les mots ne pouvaient décrire l'expression de culpabilité sur le visage du garçon, calmant encore plus Sam. {p}Néanmoins, transporter un chaudron rempli d'un liquide suspect à travers la salle commune... putain. Richie est vraiment trop bizarre même pour cette école. Il n'est pas surprenant que cet étudiant chétif n'ait rien vu en portant le chaudron, trébuchant sur le fauteuil, Sam était assis avec le dernier numéro de "Oracle". Renverser le liquide susmentionné partout et détruire le nouveau pantalon de Sam. La salle commune est l'un des rares endroits de l'école où les règles uniformes sont laxistes, un fait qui a sans aucun doute empêché les robes de Sam de partager le sort de son pantalon. {p} -Bien, Richie, au diable mon pantalon, je ne l'aimais pas tant que ça, dit Sam en brisant la tension. Alors que d'autres le considéraient parfois comme impitoyable, à l'intérieur, il était gentil et compatissant. Il se sentait un peu mal pour son étudiant. {p} – Allez, je vais t'aider avec ce qu'il reste de ta concoction... où l'emmenais-tu ?\n\n\n\n{p} - Alors, qu'essayais-tu de faire ? A part un liquide à l'odeur putride ? {p}Le chaudron continuait de faire des bruits de bouillonnement et même de respiration sifflante, avec une odeur qui pouvait rivaliser avec l'haleine d'un ogre. Ouvrir une fenêtre aurait été une option, s'ils n'étaient pas dans la salle sur demande, qui pour une raison quelconque cette fois ne fournissait pas tout ce qui était nécessaire, contrairement à ce que son nom suggérait. Cette pièce, qui a toujours été déplacée à travers l'école, a été trouvée et montrée à Sam par Richie. Comment ce dernier l'a trouvé restait un mystère. Richie lui-même, était un mystère complet en fait. Malgré sa lenteur, sa maladresse sociale et d'autres bizarreries, personne ne l'accuserait d'être idiot ou stupide. Il était l'un des meilleurs étudiants de Serdaigle, et était vraiment une incarnation des vertus de cette maison. Il était particulièrement passionné par les potions et avait une habileté surprenante avec celles-ci. Il a même gagné des éloges occasionnels du professeur Rogue. Bien que d'une manière ou d'une autre, même pendant ces rares moments, le visage de Rogue gardait l'expression habituelle de "Vous les idiots, pourquoi est-ce que je prends même la peine de vous apprendre". Et donc, cette fois, Richie a décidé de montrer sa nouvelle concoction à Sam, qu'il a décrite comme "quelque chose de tout à fait important". Pourquoi a-t-il choisi Sam ? Probablement parce qu'il lui a montré de la compassion occasionnelle et même de l'intérêt pour ses recherches, a-t-il postulé. {p} -Ça marchera ! Il faut que ça marche, oui ! - Richie avait une lueur de folie dans ses yeux, typique de la plupart des Serdaigle. {p} -Richie, je ne doute pas de toi. Détends-toi. Qu'est-ce qui doit marcher ? Quelle est cette recette ? Cela ressemble à quelque chose de polymagique ? Ou est-ce quelque chose dans le sens de l'interaction directe ? {p} -Quoi ? Polymagique ? Non non Non ! Ce breuvage expérimental utilise de la mandragore ! On n'utiliserait jamais de la mandragore pour la polymagie. A quoi vous pensez Sam ? - Grimes a été vraiment surpris par la remarque. {p} -Eh bien, mon ami, tout le monde n'est pas aussi adepte de Rogue que toi – para Samuel avec un sourire rusé – Alors, qu'est-ce que c'est ? Que brassez-vous ici depuis si longtemps ? {p} - Longtemps ? Ce n'est pas long du tout ! J'ai passé le mois dernier dessus ! Quatorze cycles complets de brassage, cristallisation et distillation, brassage à nouveau ! C'est mon opus magnum ! Après cela, même Severus Rogue devra me tirer son chapeau ! {p} -Hmm, si seulement il en portait un. Je suppose qu'il a plus l'habitude d'enlever le cuir chevelu de ses élèves qu'autre chose. Alors, peux-tu enfin me dire – quelle est cette potion ? – La voix de Sam n'a pas fait grand-chose pour couvrir son agacement. {p} -Potion ? Ah oui. À la fin de l'expérience, nous recevrons une potion d'intervention mentale. Vous comprenez ? Quiconque en boira deviendra un livre ouvert pour le sujet d'expérimentation. Toutes leurs pensées seront facilement visibles ! – la lueur de la folie s'est lentement transformée en une flamme indomptée. {p} -Retiens tes grands chevaux, Richie, tu es sérieux ? Je suppose que tu n'as pas perdu ton temps ici. Si cela fonctionne réellement, tu auras la chance d'être sur une couverture de "Oracle". Et l'occlumancie, ça ne bloquerait pas ta potion ? {p} -Non ! Rien ne pourra l'arrêter, j'ai ajouté le millefolium rien que pour ça. Vous m'avez vu l'ajouter, - Richard avait l'air d'être insulté par l'insouciance de ses amis. {p} -Oui-oui, cette racine, comment ai-je pu la manquer ! Alors, qui sera ton cobaye ? Des candidats ? Ne me dis pas que, tu as prévu de la tester sur moi, je ne te permettrai pas de creuser dans mon esprit. {p} -Je... je n'y avais pas pensé... Richie se tourna vers Sam, l'air perdu sur le visage. {p} -Bien, donne-m 'en un peu, et je piégerai quelqu'un pour qu'il le boive. {p} -Oui... Oui ! Juste comme ça. Efficace ! Rationnel ! Merci Sam ! Permettez-moi d'y ajouter mes cheveux, afin que les pensées soient dirigées vers moi. {p} -Bien sûr, assures-toi de le faire correctement, dit Sam sans réfléchir, ses pensées étaient occupées par la requête pour de une victime potentielle.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n{p} -Sandy, vous êtes superbe aujourd'hui. Voulez-vous du jus de citrouille ?\n\n\n\n{p} -Vous l'avez fait ? Richard demanda à Sam, dès qu'il fut entré dans la chambre. {p} -Bien sûr, du gâteau, comme obtenir une carte Dumbledore d'une grenouille en chocolat. – Sam avait l'air très satisfait de lui-même. {p} -Alors, qui était-ce ? Qui sera le sujet de notre expérience ? Qui l'a bu ? - Richie débordait d'excitation, caracolant et se tenant à peine debout. Cela a mis un sourire encore plus grand sur le visage de Sam. {p} -Sandy, notre mademoiselle je-sais-tout bien sûr. {p} -Sandy ? Pourquoi Sandy ? - Richie s'est arrêté net, comme s'il était un golem de pierre. {p} -Pourquoi pas ? N'aimerais-tu pas savoir ce que pense cette petite coquine ? N'es-tu pas agacé par son attitude, si pure, on ne peut même pas plaisanter à côté d'elle, dès que vous devenez un peu grossier, vous n'en entendrez pas la fin. Hey, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, pourquoi es-tu soudainement devenu pâle ? {p} -Non-rien, j'ai juste... pâli sans raison ! Maintenant, Richie a soudainement commencé à changer de couleur, mais en rouge vif. {p} -Pas question ! Alors tu l'aimes bien ? Et moi qui pensais que seul un nouveau chaudron pouvait provoquer une telle expression de ta part. Sam ne put retenir son rire plus longtemps, tapant sa main contre son genou. Surpris n'était pas suffisant pour qualifier ce qu'il était ! {p} -Arrêtez ! Je ne l'aime PAS, c'est juste qu'elle est tellement... euh... Arrêtez, nous devons nous concentrer sur notre expérience. La potion devrait faire effet dans une heure, et je dois être à proximité, alors allons dans la salle commune. {p} -Tu sais, Sandy est un vrai beauté Richie, tu ne trouves pas ? dit Sam en direction de Sandy en la voyant s'approcher de la salle commune, vérifiant sournoisement la réaction de Richard. Il prévoyait de tirer parti de la découverte soudaine pour une valeur de divertissement maximale. {p} -Quoi ? ! A-arrêtez ça ! Son apparence n'a rien à voir avec notre expérience, oubliez son apparence ! Rouge comme une pivoine, répliqua Sam en plaisantant. {p}À vrai dire, Sandy était vraiment l'une des plus belles filles de la maison. Pas trop petite, ajustée, créant une impression délicate, pleine d'élégance et de féminité. De si grands yeux bleus sur un petit visage, complétés par un petit nez délicatement incliné. Et pour couronner le tout, de longs cheveux noirs élégants et parfaitement raides qui brillaient comme s'il s'agissait de la plus belle des soies et tombaient juste au-dessus de ses fesses parfaitement formées. {p} -Bien sûr, tu ne veux pas en parler, je comprends, dit Richie. Mais je devrais vraiment essayer de la draguer, elle est trop bien pour la laisser passer. Sam se détendit complètement dans son fauteuil, au point que s'il se détendait davantage, il pourrait simplement disparaître dedans. {p} -La draguer ? Que voulez-vous dire par là ! Les yeux de Richard avaient une pointe de rage. {p} -Wow, c'est sérieux, mon ami ? J'exprimais juste mon opinion. Je... {p} -Richie, dit Sam avec ce qui pourrait être pris comme une voix calme. {p}Si c'était possible, la mâchoire de Sam briserait le sol. Car c'est Sandy qui interrompit si brusquement leur conversation, s'approchant des deux copains. {p} -Bonjour San... {p} -Richie, Sandy interrompit Sam une fois de plus, regardant directement Richard. Je voulais te dire que je... Je ne sais pas ce que je veux dire, je suis désolé. Mais si ça t'intéresse, j'aimerais déjeuner avec toi. Ou dîner. Ou nous pouvons faire une promenade, parler de nos expériences. Peut-être puis-je te tenir compagnie ? {p}Le visage de Sandy avait un air extrêmement timide, mais elle continua de parler, poussant les mots un par un. {p} -Emmm, o-bien sûr que nous pouvons, je veux dire, tu peux me tenir compagnie. Mon compagnie, oui. Richie avait l'air encore pire, découvrant des nuances de rose toujours nouvelles, on aurait dit qu'il essayait vraiment de disparaître dans son fauteuil. {p} -Merci, Richie, alors je te verrai demain ? Sandy parut soulagée et sourit. {p} -Oui-oui, d-demain. {p}Sur cette note, Sandy se retourna, continuant d'ignorer Sam et partit. Dès qu'elle le fit, Sam lança un regard inquisiteur à Grimes. {p} -Richie, ça ressemble beaucoup à l'effet d'une potion de charme, qu'est-ce que c'était par la barbe de Merlin ? ! Ta potion a-t-elle eu des effets secondaires ? Si je n'étais pas là, je pense qu'elle t'aurait juste traîné avec elle à un rendez-vous sur-le-champ ! {p} -Sam, répondit Richard avec son regard errant dans un royaume lointain. Sam, j'ai vu ses pensées. Et vous ne pouvez pas imaginer ce qu'il y avait dedans !
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Slime missed just by a hair and hit Jane on the back of her head. You turned around with an angry look, but couldn't find the culprit, all students looked above her head, carefully looking at professor Stem, who was absorbed by her own speech. It was full of praises and reverence to the “perfect” and “extremely useful” creatures, that they will get to use in the end of the lesson. One of such creatures just flew across the room and hit Jane. Going through her hair, Jane managed to get it out, barely holding back the scream of disgust Jane managed to throw it away. Looking around one more time, she once again failed to spot a culprit. As soon as she turned back, Sam's face showed the look of barely contained laughter. Taking two deep breaths, he once again tried to get Richard's attention, who was sitting a bit away from him. Another slime throw was more successful and hit Richie in his shoulder. Thankful that he managed to avoid Jane this time, slime went down the student's robe. {p}Richard turned around, with a confused look, spotting Sam's inquisitive look, he asked with his eyes “What do you need?” Sam silently made a few movements with his wand and, air lit up with a number of small letters : “What are we going to do, genius?” Richie turned back. What to do? If only he knew, what can they do...\n\n\n\n\n\n{p} -We must report this to deans and headmaster, and stop the experiment! That is the only way to get out of this unstable situation, - Richard tried to compel Sam. {p} -Report? Report it?! And how will we look? We have created an unstable potion, without any knowledge of its effects and made one of our classmates take it? And now she is under an influence of the mental intervention, charm potion and Merlin knows what else? Please, don't throw us out of the school? How you think it will go? – Sam was furious. Justly so, even a half of what they've done would be enough for their expulsion. A thing that was sometimes feared even more than death by {p}Ravenclaw's students. Studying was their goal and had tremendous meaning by itself to them! To lose their place, truly death would be preferable. {p} -Well, then maybe we should... I don't know, you are better at human interaction than me, you should be responsible for delivering our report! {p} -Better than you? Sure! But even I am not that good! Richie, you have no clue what goes on beyond the walls of your bedroom and brewing room. Whichever angle we present this, we will be thrown out faster than you can cast a levitation spell. – Sam tiredly dropped into his favorite armchair. {p}His face show concern and a hint of inescapable doom they were under. He even started to come to terms with the thought of their expulsion. And started to plan his life after it. Looking for a job? Or leaving England for good and trying to get into, let's say, Durmstrang? {p} -No-no-no! Illogical, wrong! There must be a way out! There is not a situation, that has only one solution, these are the words of the famous witch Kara Perrivall. {p} -Sure, quote great ones. All those nights behind the books didn't go to waste. But it won't save you from expulsion. Whatever, we cannot pander this forever, we have to make a decision. Either we give up and report ourselves or you got and have a date with Sandy. – Sam said with maximum seriousness. {p} -But I cannot. I've never been on a date. I don't know the established algorithm or have needed skills. It is im-impossible, - Richie's face begged for way out. Looking remarkably alike an abandoned kitten. {p} -Dammit, you should have ended up in Hufflepuff with such attitude! – Sam didn't even try to hold back, but calmed down and regained his composure, - Sorry. I am just too nervous. You understand that continuing your insane experiment – is our only chance? If we can finish it. We will prove that your potion works, find its side-effects and will be able to eliminate them, then you will seize the glory and fame. And if not, we will come to headmaster with what we have, and you will be expelled. I as well, - last sentence came out like a whisper from Sam's mouth.\n\n\n\n\n\nSandy looked incredible. Even in the usual school robe, she managed to create an unbelievably attractive look. Wove her hair into three braids, two of which framed her face, with the third, the biggest one, dropping behind her back. Coquettish she connected the edges of her robe on different levels, with just a light touch from the magical make up from “Magic and Beauty”. Frankly, with what she had to work with, it was unnecessary. Richie silently stood in an empty school hall and looked at the approaching doom, with Sandy's face. A random observer would think this situation is akin to how a rabbit is hypnotized by an approaching snake. {p} -Hi, Richie, I am so happy to see you, how are you? “Kiss me! Kiss me right now!” – last phrase came from the air itself, but Sandy's lips remained still, once again, Richie was reading her thoughts. {p} -Emmm... S-Sandy, - that undoubtedly full of thought phrase stayed in the air for good five seconds. Finally, Grimes, pulling all of his mental strength together (or at least what he could under the circumstances), finally said, - What a beautiful evening tonight! I mean weather, is beautiful. Probably. I cannot tell from here. But she is most certainly beautiful. Yes. {p}{p}Sandy responded with a crystal clear laugh. Her laugh was that of an alien bird, who decided to visit out imperfect world out of pity, gracing it with her perfection. {p}{p} -Richie, you are hilarious. Why didn't I notice it sooner? All of these self-important classmates, impudent Slytherins, stupid like ogres Gryffindors. You are the only interesting person in this whole school. “And so open and vulnerable, r-r-r, I could just eat you up”. {p} -No, don't, - Richie couldn't hold back. {p} -Don't do what? – Sandy looked surprised. {p} -N-no, d-don't... me... Don't say such things about other houses, they too have bright students, yes. – Grimes managed to recover. {p} -Ah, Richie, who do you mean? They can only continue their self-important lives. While you are so humble and quiet. But I see, just how talented you are, how easily you outsmart everyone during potion brewing, and even in other subjects, - they slowly started walking down the hall. At this time, Hogwarts was mostly empty filled with a rather dark atmosphere. {p} -Y-you look great. You have such beautiful robe,- trying to break the uncomfortable silence said Richard. {p} -Yes? Thank you, Richie, you are so thoughtful. “I want you to pull it off me. Especially since I have nothing under it”. {p} -N-n-nothing? – Richard suddenly stopped, as if he was hit by a spell and looked at Sandy with shock. {p} -Nothing? What are you on, stupid? – Sandy smiled once again and quickly closed the distance between them. Richard tried to step back, but hit the wall behind him, now there couldn't be more than a hand worth of space between them, - You are nervous Richie? Because of me? “Come on, put your hand in my robes, come on, touch me... there”. {p} -You two have me worried, - this slow and paced voice, full of irony could belong to only one person at Hogwarts. Professor Snape, once again managed to appear out of nowhere and heard their quiet talk. Though considering the situation it isn't surprising he managed to sneak on them. {p} -Professor? – Richie, who had lost all hope, could only look from Snape to Sandy and back. {p} -Professor, - the hint of annoyance in Sandy's voice were spiced up with her anger,- Good evening. “Stupid bastard, is your only goal in life is to ruin the life of others? If you cannot get any, you will try to stop everyone around you from getting any, asshole?” {p} -Unless you plan to assault mister Grimes, miss Pils, could you explain to me what you are doing in the halls at such time? Though, you would like to continue, don't let me stop you. As I can see, you have him cornered, quite professionally might I add, - as Snape said these words, Richie realized how right he was. Sandy managed to put him between a wall and column during their short exchange. {p} -We were just walking, professor, I don't believe school rules forbid that? – Sandy looked ready for a fight, - We are senior students and know perfectly the dangers of these halls and how to avoid them. “Especially since the main danger of this caste is you, old fart!” {p} -Know perfectly? – with a voice full of irony, Snape prepared for the lethal strike, - As I can see, mister Grimes, got caught in one of such dangers, despite whatever knowledge he may have. I would recommend you to be more careful, Grimes, I will still need you during my class. You are the only vegetable in this school that at least can pass for a human being during my lessons. All the best. {p}{p}Snape sharply turned around and just as silently as he had approached, disappeared in the darkness of the halls. {p} -It is too late, S-Sandy, we should go back,- almost begging, Richard looked at his companion. {p} -Yes, Richie, you are right, - Once again Sandy gave him a smile, - Come on , “In any case, I didn't plan to get to your dick today”. {p}Richard barely remained standing on his legs.\n\n\n\n{p} -So, how did it go? Any news? Come on! – Sam rushed to his friend as soon as he came in. {p} -I have one piece of news – the mental connection, as well as the charm effect work perfectly, - Richard sighed, - And I have no clue how to get rid of the side-effect. At least not right now. But, there is another p-problem. {p} -What problem? – Sam asked cautiously. {p} -I... I don't know if I want to get rid of that side effect anymore. {p}{p}Sleeping Ravenclaws were awoken by Samuel's laugher.
Le slime a raté d'un cheveu et a frappé Jane à l'arrière de sa tête. Vous vous êtes retournée avec un regard furieux, mais vous n'avez pas pu trouver le coupable, tous les élèves ont regardé au-dessus de sa tête, regardant attentivement le professeur Stem, qui était absorbé par son propre discours. Elle était pleine de louanges et de révérence envers les créatures "parfaites" et "extrêmement utiles", qu'ils auront l'occasion d'utiliser à la fin de la leçon. L'une de ces créatures a volé à travers la pièce et a frappé Jane. En passant par ses cheveux, Jane a réussi à l'extraire, retenant à peine le cri de dégoût qu'elle a poussé pour la jeter. En regardant autour d'elle une fois de plus, elle n'a pas réussi à trouver de coupable. Dès qu'elle s'est retournée, le visage de Sam affichait l'expression d'un rire à peine contenu. Prenant deux grandes respirations, il essaie à nouveau d'attirer l'attention de Richard, qui est assis un peu à l'écart. Un autre jet de bave est plus réussi et touche Richie à l'épaule. Heureusement qu'il avait réussi à éviter Jane cette fois-ci, la bave descendit le long de la robe de l'étudiant. {Richard se retourna, l'air confus, repérant le regard inquisiteur de Sam, il demanda du regard "De quoi as-tu besoin ?". Sam fit silencieusement quelques mouvements avec sa baguette et, l'air s'illumina d'un certain nombre de petites lettres : "Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, génie ?". Richie se retourna. Que faire ? Si seulement il savait, que peuvent-ils faire... \n\n\n\n\n\n{p} -Nous devons le signaler aux doyens et au directeur, et arrêter l'expérience ! C'est le seul moyen de sortir de cette situation instable, - Richard a essayé d'obliger Sam. {p} -Rapport ? Le signaler ? ! Et de quoi aurons-nous l'air ? Nous avons créé une potion instable, sans aucune connaissance de ses effets et nous l'avons fait prendre à une de nos camarades de classe ? Et maintenant elle est sous l'influence de l'intervention mentale, de la potion de charme et de Merlin sait quoi d'autre ? S'il vous plaît, ne nous jetez pas hors de l'école ? Comment pensez-vous que ça va se passer ? - Sam était furieuse. A juste titre, même la moitié de ce qu'ils ont fait serait suffisant pour leur expulsion. Une chose qui était parfois redoutée plus que la mort par les élèves de {p}Ravenclaw. Étudier était leur but et avait une énorme signification en soi pour eux ! Pour perdre leur place, la mort serait vraiment préférable. {p} -Eh bien, alors peut-être que nous devrions... Je ne sais pas, tu es meilleur que moi pour l'interaction humaine, tu devrais être responsable de la remise de notre rapport ! {p} -Meilleur que toi ? Bien sûr ! Mais même moi je ne suis pas si bon ! Richie, tu n'as aucune idée de ce qui se passe au-delà des murs de ta chambre et de ta salle de brassage. Quel que soit l'angle sous lequel on présente ça, on sera jeté dehors plus vite que tu ne peux lancer un sort de lévitation. - Sam s'est laissé tomber fatigué dans son fauteuil préféré. {Son visage montrait de l'inquiétude et un soupçon de l'inéluctable destin qui les attendait. Il a même commencé à se faire à l'idée de leur expulsion. Et a commencé à planifier sa vie après cela. Chercher un emploi ? Ou quitter l'Angleterre pour de bon et essayer d'entrer, disons, à Durmstrang ? {p} -Non-non-non ! Illogique, faux ! Il doit y avoir un moyen de s'en sortir ! Il n'y a pas de situation qui n'ait qu'une seule solution, ce sont les mots de la célèbre sorcière Kara Perrivall. {p} -Sure, cite les grands. Toutes ces nuits derrière les livres n'ont pas été perdues. Mais ça ne vous sauvera pas de l'expulsion. Quoi qu'il en soit, nous ne pouvons pas supporter ça éternellement, nous devons prendre une décision. Soit on abandonne et on se dénonce, soit tu te débrouilles et tu as rendez-vous avec Sandy. - dit Sam avec un maximum de sérieux. {p} -Mais je ne peux pas. Je n'ai jamais eu de rendez-vous. Je ne connais pas l'algorithme établi et je n'ai pas les compétences nécessaires. C'est im-impossible, - Le visage de Richie suppliait pour une sortie. ressemblant remarquablement à un chaton abandonné. {p} -Dammit, tu aurais dû finir à Hufflepuff avec une telle attitude ! - Sam n'essaya même pas de se retenir, mais se calma et reprit son sang-froid, - Désolé. Je suis juste trop nerveux. Tu comprends que la poursuite de ton expérience insensée - est notre seule chance ? Si nous pouvons la terminer. Nous prouverons que votre potion fonctionne, nous trouverons ses effets secondaires et nous serons capables de les éliminer, alors vous saisirez la gloire et la renommée. Et sinon, nous viendrons voir le directeur avec ce que nous avons, et vous serez renvoyés. Moi aussi, - la dernière phrase est sortie comme un murmure de la bouche de Sam. Sandy était incroyable. Même dans son habituelle robe de chambre, elle a réussi à créer un look incroyablement attirant. Elle a tissé ses cheveux en trois tresses, dont deux encadraient son visage, la troisième, la plus grande, tombant derrière son dos. Coquette, elle a relié les bords de sa robe à différents niveaux, avec juste une légère touche du maquillage magique de "Magie et Beauté". Franchement, avec ce qu'elle avait à travailler, c'était inutile. Richie se tenait silencieusement dans un hall d'école vide et regardait le destin qui approchait, avec le visage de Sandy. Un observateur lambda penserait que cette situation ressemble à celle d'un lapin hypnotisé par un serpent qui s'approche. {p} -Salut, Richie, je suis si heureux de te voir, comment vas-tu ? "Embrasse-moi ! Embrasse-moi tout de suite !" La dernière phrase venait de l'air lui-même, mais les lèvres de Sandy restaient immobiles, une fois de plus, Richie lisait dans ses pensées. {p} -Emmm... S-Sandy, - cette phrase sans doute pleine de pensées est restée dans l'air pendant cinq bonnes secondes. Finalement, Grimes, rassemblant toute sa force mentale (ou du moins ce qu'il pouvait dans les circonstances), finit par dire, - Quelle belle soirée ce soir ! Je veux dire que le temps est beau. Probablement. Je ne peux pas le dire d'ici. Mais elle est très certainement belle. Oui. {Sandy a répondu par un rire cristallin. Son rire était celui d'un oiseau extraterrestre, qui a décidé de visiter notre monde imparfait par pitié, le gratifiant de sa perfection. {p}{p} -Richie, tu es hilarante. Pourquoi je ne l'ai pas remarqué plus tôt ? Tous ces camarades de classe imbus d'eux-mêmes, les Serpentards impudents, les Gryffondor stupides comme des ogres. Tu es la seule personne intéressante dans toute cette école. "Et si ouverte et vulnérable, r-r-r, je pourrais te dévorer". {p} -Non, ne le fais pas. Richie ne pouvait pas se retenir. {p} -Ne fais pas quoi ? -Sandy avait l'air surpris. {p} -Non, ne... pas... moi... Ne dites pas de telles choses sur les autres maisons, elles ont aussi des élèves brillants, oui. - Grimes a réussi à se reprendre. {p} -Ah, Richie, de qui tu parles ? Ils ne peuvent que continuer leur vie égoïste. Alors que tu es si humble et tranquille. Mais je vois à quel point tu es doué, à quel point tu es plus malin que tout le monde pendant la préparation des potions, et même dans les autres matières, - ils commencèrent à marcher lentement dans le couloir. À ce moment-là, Poudlard était en grande partie vide, avec une atmosphère plutôt sombre. {p} -Tu es superbe. Tu as une si belle robe de chambre, - a dit Richard pour essayer de briser le silence gênant. {p} -Oui ? Merci, Richie, tu es si attentionné. "Je veux que tu me l'enlèves. Surtout que je n'ai rien en dessous". {p} N-n-n-rien ? - Richard s'est soudainement arrêté, comme s'il avait été frappé par un sort et a regardé Sandy avec stupeur. {p} -Rien ? Qu'est-ce que tu fais, idiot ? - Sandy sourit une fois de plus et réduisit rapidement la distance entre eux. Richard essaya de reculer, mais se heurta au mur derrière lui, maintenant il ne devait pas y avoir plus d'une main d'espace entre eux, - Tu es nerveux Richie ? A cause de moi ? "Allez, mets ta main dans ma robe, allez, touche-moi... là". {p} -Cette voix lente et posée, pleine d'ironie, ne pouvait appartenir qu'à une seule personne à Poudlard. Le professeur Rogue, une fois de plus sorti de nulle part, a entendu leur conversation. Bien que, compte tenu de la situation, il ne soit pas surprenant qu'il ait réussi à les surprendre. {p} -Professeur ? - Richie, qui avait perdu tout espoir, ne pouvait que regarder de Rogue à Sandy et inversement. {p} -Professeur, - le soupçon d'agacement dans la voix de Sandy était pimenté par sa colère,- Bonsoir. "Stupide bâtard, est-ce que votre seul but dans la vie est de ruiner la vie des autres ? Si tu ne peux pas en avoir, tu vas essayer d'empêcher tout le monde autour de toi d'en avoir, connard ?" {p} A moins que vous ne prévoyiez d'agresser monsieur Grimes, mademoiselle Pils, pourriez-vous m'expliquer ce que vous faites dans les couloirs à cette heure ? Si vous voulez continuer, je ne vous en empêche pas. Comme je peux le voir, vous l'avez coincé, de manière très professionnelle d'ailleurs, - alors que Rogue disait ces mots, Richie réalisa à quel point il avait raison. Sandy avait réussi à le mettre entre un mur et une colonne pendant leur court échange. {p} -Nous ne faisions que nous promener, professeur, je ne crois pas que le règlement de l'école l'interdise ? - Sandy avait l'air prêt à se battre, -Nous sommes des élèves de terminale et connaissons parfaitement les dangers de ces salles et comment les éviter. "D'autant plus que le principal danger de cette caste, c'est vous, vieux schnock !" {p} -Savent parfaitement ? - D'une voix pleine d'ironie, Rogue se prépara à la frappe mortelle, - Comme je peux le voir, monsieur Grimes, s'est fait prendre dans un de ces dangers, malgré toutes les connaissances qu'il peut avoir. Je vous recommande d'être plus prudent, Grimes, j'aurai encore besoin de vous pendant mon cours. Tu es le seul légume de cette école qui peut au moins passer pour un être humain pendant mes cours. Bonne chance. {p}{p}Snape se retourne brusquement et tout aussi silencieusement qu'il s'était approché, disparaît dans l'obscurité des couloirs. {p} -Il est trop tard, S-Sandy, nous devrions rentrer, -presque en suppliant, Richard a regardé sa compagne. {p} -Oui, Richie, tu as raison, -Sandy lui adressa à nouveau un sourire, -Allez, "De toute façon, je n'avais pas prévu d'atteindre ta queue aujourd'hui". {Richard tenait à peine sur ses jambes. -Alors, comment ça s'est passé ? Des nouvelles ? Allez ! - Sam s'est précipité vers son ami dès qu'il est entré. {p} -J'ai une nouvelle : la connexion mentale, ainsi que l'effet de charme fonctionnent parfaitement, -Richard soupira, -Et je n'ai aucune idée de comment se débarrasser de l'effet secondaire. Du moins, pas pour l'instant. Mais, il y a un autre p-problème. {p} -Quel problème ? - a demandé Sam avec précaution. {p} -I... Je ne sais pas si je veux encore me débarrasser de cet effet secondaire. {Les Serdaigles endormis ont été réveillés par le rire de Samuel.
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{p} -Wake up, Sam, come on, I really need you right now! {p}Bedroom had only a few strings of morning light getting in. In the darkness, waking from a wonderful dream about two Beauxbatons girls, who almost got Sam into the pool (wet in all senses of the word), Sam saw the exited face of Richie. {p} -What? What do you need from me, you evil overlord of pots and potions? Why would you... - the last word drowned in a large yawn. {p} -You need to wake up Sam, right now; I figured it out, finally figured it out! I have a way out! I know how we can get out of this situation, - maniacal glint in Richie's eyes showed just how serious he was. {p} -Fine, I am up. {p}Samuel lazily started to get out of bed. Half way through, he stopped, deciding whether it was worth it, finally managing to pull himself up straight. For a few seconds, gathering his strength once again, he finally got up. {p} -So, come one, talk, you “wunder”kind. {p} -We need to get to the forbidden forest, - Richie said, like he was proposing an early breakfast. {p} -Aha, and on our way back we can steal Filch's cat, and grab the Philosopher's stone as well, right? – there were enough irony in these words to slay a dragon with. Enough for a dragon, but not for Richie. {p} -No, for now we just need to get to the Forbidden forest, - Richie looked at Sam with eyes full of innocence. {p} -Forest it is then. And why do we need to go there? – Samuel realised that his friend is beyond any hope, just as nothing good will come out next. {p} -I know how to get rid of the potion's side-effect! {p}The coldness of early morning got right to their bones. And even though the sun already got over the horizon, the forbidden forest was full of shadows. Centuries old trees, easily covered the week rays of sunlight. Two students were making their way through the forest. One, short and scrawny, with unkempt head of dark hair, had a spring in his step, confidently looking for a way through. Other, taller and brawnier and redheaded, barely managed to move his feet. {p} -How about you just tell me? – Suppressing another yawn asked Sam. – What are we doing here, or you think I am too much of a moron to understand any explanation? {p} -We need stingy holy. – Grymes answered calmly. {p} -Aha, if I remember, some kind of a short bush with sharp looking leaves, needed for volume-increasing potions, - despite a rather specific set of traits, usually found in quite ignorant folk, Sam still was a Ravenclaw student. {p} -Correct, Sam, but do you remember how I told you that my potion protects itself, with the help of a yarrow? – asked Richie. {p} -Yes, I vaguely remember something along those lines, as well as that potion wouldn't have any side-effects! – Sam annoyingly snapped back. {p} -I didn't say that, - Richie stopped with a puzzled look. {p} -Whatever, so, what about the holy? {p} -It can neutralise the effect of the yarrow. Hmm... In theory, - the voice of a young prodigy gave a hint of doubt. {p} -Theory, if all the theories came true, - Sam sighed. {p} -It is not a theory! I'll prove it in practice, - Richie was surprised by his friend's comment. {p} -Merlin, you are insufferable. Just some thoughts aloud! Can I at least sometimes try a little to piss you off? {p} -I am sorry Sa... - Richie stopped before finishing the sentence. Staring at a holy bush in front of them, - How fortunate. We found it, found it! {p}Both of them quickly gathered the needed leaves and hurryingly headed back. {p} -What are you two doing here? {p}A loud voice stopped them in their tracks. Sam reacted first, with a sigh, he turned his head back. They were interrupted by a centaur. A female one at that. She had a scornful look on her face and most likely weren't too happy to see two students that deep in the forest. {p} -You are not allowed in this part of the forest! Are you from Hogwarts? – She talked in short, concise sentences. {p} -Em...., Miss, - Sam tried to start a conversation,- we know that we are breaking some traditions, but we really needed some holy. A life and death situation you see. {p} -You are not breaking traditions, but an “Agreement”! Leave the forest immediately, and I'll make sure you won't try anything funny, - with these words centaur turned her back at them, with intention to lead their small party. Raising her tail arrogantly, she moved forward\n\nSam, hiding a smile, turned back to the stunned Richie. It is not every day one meets a centaur. And he didn't think (though expected), that said centaur didn't bother with undergarments for the private parts of the horse's half. {p} -It's ready, now Sandy has to drink this potion, don't mind the amount. And the side-effect should dissipate, - Richie exhaustingly turned toward Sam. Who was sitting on a bed Room caringly created for them, going through the “Quibbler”. He loved going through these undoubtfully mad stories. {p} -And I am almost finished with this nargle story, - Sam smiled. {p} -Nargles? – Richie asked surprised. {p} -Don't worry, just some ramblings, - Sam smiled once again and got off the bed, - So, are you sure this time? {p} -Sure? {p} -Well, last time... You said that you started to enjoy the situation, - Samuel tried being as gentle as possible. {p} -L-liked? S-situation? – Richie sighed in defeat, - Yes, I like... Love it. But it is unfair, Sam. It is unfair to her, you understand. {p} -I know, Richie. You have more courage than those crazy Gryffindors.\n\nOn this date, Sandy looked even more breath-taking then the last time, even if it seemed impossible. Perfect make-up, accenting her wide eyes, which with their azure shine made shocking contrast with her coal-dark hair. Silver brooch on her chest, with teasingly low belt, and weekend ready robe from thing wool. And, most likely, nothing under it. {p} -How is your exam preparation going Richie? – Sandy asked, accidently touching Grime's palm, - maybe, you can help me too? How about a few private lessons? “And I'll get too greet your little friend too”. {p} -Hmm... Y-y-yes, we c-could m-meet, - Richie still wasn't too sure about his plan. Well, Sam's plan. He poured the antidote into a bottle of root beer. “All girls love root beer”, he said. But how can he get Sandy to drink it? {p} -That would be great, - Sandy said cheeringly, - and I'll gladly get a fill of you “dick” knowledge, in “cunnilingus” potion brewing. It is just gets so hard for me, “to stop myself from jumping you right here”, you know? {p} -I k-know, - Richie started to lose the last grams of his confidence. But managed to ask, - Do you want some beer? {p} -What? Beer? What a strange transition, Richie, don't you think, - Sandy looked at Grimes with surprise, - Well, I guess why not. “Do you want me to get drunk, so you can have your way with me? You can just ask, stupid.”\n\nRichard sighed loudly and got a bottle out of his robes. Tried opening it for half a minute, he finally managed to defeat the cork. Sighing once again, Richard passed the bottle to Sandy. She looked at him intently, she suddenly got very serious. She even frowned. Carefully taking the bottle out of his hands, she examined it. {p} -Favour for a favour, Richie? – Sandy asked, - I'll drink this, after you kiss me. {p} -K-k-k... Ki-ki... Kiss you? – Richie felt as if came under a shellfire. That moment he realised just how hard it can be to do the right thing. – F-fine, I'll do it. Yes, I will. {p}Clenching his teeth, Richard stepped toward Sandy and passionately kissed her. Well, to be precise, he just got close to her, passion came from Sandy. Losing their balance, they stumbled for a few steps, and hit the wall, against which Richie pinned Sandy, who lost all of his shyness. Passion was overwhelming his natural shyness. He knew, that Sandy didn't have anything under her robe. And proved himself right a second later. Both of his hands slipped under her clothes, tracing over her breasts, getting to her midriff, touching on her never regions, with playfully unkempt trail, and stopped right at the place Sandy wanted them. They continued their muffling for another minute or two, filling the hall with moans and heavy breathing. Sandy continued with her attempts to get Richie out of his pants, who even though getting in her way, with every second more and more strongly were pinning her against the stone-cold wall, losing himself to the natural instincts. Finally, he escaped the trap of his pants and Sandy herself pointed his dick to the peaks of their pleasures. Four minutes later, they tiredly fell to the floor. Heavy breathing continued to fill the hall, for almost as long. {p} -Sandy, that was... That was wonderful, incredible, indescribable, - Richie still couldn't believe what has happened, and had no grip on reality. His eyes continued to wonder without focusing on anything in particular. {p} -Yes, baby, that was great, - Sandy crawled to him, and gave him a final kiss, - You were very good, Richie. {p} -Really? – Richie started to get his senses back, surprisingly, his stutter seem to have disappeared,- Thank you, Sandy. I did it! What... What have I done?! {p}Colour suddenly left Richie's face. {p} -How could I? I am a disgusting liar. Liar! – Grime's eyes filled with tears, we wiping them, almost scratching his eyes out, he reached for the bottle and tried giving it to Sandy, - Drink this Sandy, you have to! {p}Sandy, now stunned, took the bottle, and looked sadly at Grimes. {p} -Have to Richie? You don't want us to be together anymore? You want to get rid of me? Get rid of me like I am some “Side-effect”? – there were no irony or anger in her voice, just sadness. {p} -What?! – Richard choked and tried getting air in his lunges, - How? You know? {p} -Your potion, Richie. It has more than one side-effect, - now her words were full of irony, - I too can hear your thoughts!
{p} -Réveille-toi, Sam, allez, j'ai vraiment besoin de toi maintenant ! {La chambre à coucher n'était éclairée que par quelques rayons de lumière matinale. Dans l'obscurité, se réveillant d'un rêve merveilleux à propos de deux filles de Beauxbatons, qui avaient presque fait entrer Sam dans la piscine (mouillée dans tous les sens du terme), Sam vit le visage exalté de Richie. {p} -Quoi ? Qu'est-ce que tu attends de moi, seigneur maléfique des pots et des potions ? Pourquoi voudrais-tu... - le dernier mot fut noyé dans un grand bâillement. {p} -Il faut que tu te réveilles Sam, tout de suite ; j'ai trouvé, j'ai enfin trouvé ! J'ai un moyen de sortir ! Je sais comment nous pouvons nous sortir de cette situation, - la lueur maniaque dans les yeux de Richie montrait à quel point il était sérieux. {p} -Bien, je suis debout. {Samuel commença paresseusement à sortir du lit. A mi-chemin, il s'arrêta, se demandant si cela en valait la peine, et réussit finalement à se redresser. Pendant quelques secondes, rassemblant à nouveau ses forces, il s'est finalement levé. {p} -Alors, allez, parle, espèce de "wunder". {p} -Nous devons aller à la forêt interdite, - dit Richie, comme s'il proposait un petit-déjeuner matinal. {p} -Aha, et sur le chemin du retour, nous pouvons voler le chat de Filch, et prendre la pierre philosophale aussi, non ? - Il y avait assez d'ironie dans ces mots pour tuer un dragon. Assez pour un dragon, mais pas pour Richie. {p} -Non, pour l'instant, nous devons juste nous rendre dans la forêt interdite. Richie regarda Sam avec des yeux pleins d'innocence. {p} -La forêt, alors. Et pourquoi devons-nous y aller ? - Samuel réalisa que son ami est au-delà de tout espoir, tout comme rien de bon ne sortira ensuite. {p} -Je sais comment me débarrasser des effets secondaires de la potion ! {La froideur du petit matin est arrivée jusqu'à leurs os. Et bien que le soleil ait déjà dépassé l'horizon, la forêt interdite était pleine d'ombres. Des arbres centenaires, qui couvraient facilement les rayons de soleil de la semaine. Deux étudiants se frayaient un chemin dans la forêt. L'un d'eux, petit et maigre, avec une chevelure brune négligée, avait le pas vif, cherchant avec confiance un passage. L'autre, plus grand, plus musclé et roux, arrivait à peine à bouger ses pieds. {p} -Et si vous me le disiez simplement ? - demanda Sam en réprimant un autre bâillement. - Qu'est-ce qu'on fait ici, ou tu penses que je suis trop débile pour comprendre une quelconque explication ? {p} -Nous avons besoin d'un saint avare. - répondit calmement Grymes. {p} -Aha, si je me souviens bien, une sorte d'arbuste court aux feuilles pointues, nécessaire pour les potions augmentant le volume, -malgré un ensemble de traits plutôt spécifiques, que l'on trouve généralement chez des personnes assez ignorantes, Sam était toujours un étudiant de Ravenclaw. {p} -Correct, Sam, mais te souviens-tu de la façon dont je t'ai dit que ma potion se protège elle-même, avec l'aide d'un millefeuille ? - demanda Richie. {p} -Oui, je me souviens vaguement de quelque chose de ce genre, et aussi que cette potion n'aurait pas d'effets secondaires ! - répondit Sam avec agacement. {p} -Je n'ai pas dit ça, -Richie s'arrêta avec un regard perplexe. {p} -Qu'importe, alors, qu'en est-il du saint ? {p} -Il peut neutraliser l'effet de l'achillée millefeuille. Hmm... En théorie, - la voix d'un jeune prodige laissa planer un soupçon de doute. {p} -En théorie, si toutes les théories se réalisent, - Sam soupira. {p} -Ce n'est pas une théorie ! Je le prouverai en pratique, - Richie fut surpris par le commentaire de son ami. {p} -Merlin, tu es insupportable. Juste quelques pensées à voix haute ! Est-ce que je peux au moins essayer parfois de t'énerver un peu ? {p} -Je suis désolé Sa... - Richie s'arrêta avant de terminer sa phrase. Il fixa un buisson sacré en face d'eux, - Quelle chance. Nous l'avons trouvé, nous l'avons trouvé ! {Ils ont tous les deux rapidement rassemblé les feuilles nécessaires et sont repartis en vitesse. {p} -Que faites-vous tous les deux ici ? {Une voix forte les a arrêtés dans leur élan. Sam réagit le premier, avec un soupir, il tourna la tête en arrière. Ils ont été interrompus par un centaure. Une femme en plus. Elle avait un regard méprisant sur son visage et n'était probablement pas très heureuse de voir deux étudiants si profondément dans la forêt. {p} -Vous n'avez pas le droit d'entrer dans cette partie de la forêt ! Etes-vous de Poudlard ? - Elle parlait en phrases courtes et concises. {p} {p} -Em...., Mademoiselle, - Sam a essayé d'engager la conversation, - nous savons que nous brisons certaines traditions, mais nous avions vraiment besoin d'un saint. Une situation de vie ou de mort, vous voyez. {p} -Vous ne brisez pas les traditions, mais un "Accord" ! Quittez la forêt immédiatement, et je m'assurerai que vous n'essayerez pas de faire quelque chose de drôle, - avec ces mots le centaure leur a tourné le dos, avec l'intention de diriger leur petit groupe. Levant sa queue avec arrogance, elle s'est avancée. \n\nSam, cachant un sourire, s'est retourné vers Richie, stupéfait. Ce n'est pas tous les jours que l'on rencontre un centaure. Et il ne pensait pas (bien qu'il s'y attendait), que ledit centaure ne s'embarrassait pas de sous-vêtements pour les parties intimes de la moitié du cheval. {p} -C'est prêt, maintenant Sandy doit boire cette potion, peu importe la quantité. Et l'effet secondaire devrait se dissiper, - Richie s'est épuisé à se tourner vers Sam. qui était assis sur un lit que Room avait créé pour eux, en train de lire le "Quibbler". Il aimait parcourir ces histoires de fous sans aucun doute. {p} -Et j'ai presque fini avec cette histoire de narguilé, -Sam sourit. {p} -Des nargles ? - demanda Richie, surpris. {p} -Ne t'inquiète pas, juste quelques divagations, -Sam sourit une fois de plus et descend du lit, -Alors, tu es sûr cette fois ? {p} -Sûr ? {p} -Eh bien, la dernière fois... Tu as dit que tu commençais à apprécier la situation. Samuel a essayé d'être aussi doux que possible. {p} -... apprécié ? S-situation ? - Richie a soupiré en signe de défaite, - Oui, j'aime... J'aime ça. Mais c'est injuste, Sam. C'est injuste pour elle, tu comprends. {p} -Je sais, Richie. Tu as plus de courage que ces fous de Gryffondor.\n\n Ce jour-là, Sandy était encore plus ravissante que la dernière fois, même si cela semblait impossible. Un maquillage parfait, mettant en valeur ses grands yeux, qui, avec leur éclat azur, formaient un contraste choquant avec ses cheveux noirs comme du charbon. Une broche en argent sur sa poitrine, avec une ceinture basse et aguichante, et une robe de week-end en laine. Et, très probablement, rien en dessous. {p} -Comment se passe la préparation de ton examen, Richie ? - demanda Sandy, touchant accidentellement la paume de Grime, - Peut-être que tu peux m'aider aussi ? Que dirais-tu de quelques leçons privées ? "Et je pourrai aussi saluer ton petit ami". {p} -Hmm... O-O-Oui, on pourrait se rencontrer, Richie n'était toujours pas sûr de son plan. Enfin, le plan de Sam. Il a versé l'antidote dans une bouteille de bière de racine. "Toutes les filles aiment la root beer", a-t-il dit. Mais comment peut-il faire en sorte que Sandy la boive ? {p} -Ce serait génial, dit Sandy en s'enthousiasmant, et je serai heureux de faire le plein de tes connaissances en matière de "bite", en préparant une potion de "cunnilingus". C'est juste que j'ai du mal à m'empêcher de te sauter dessus, tu vois ? {p} -Je sais. Richie commençait à perdre les derniers grammes de sa confiance. Mais il a réussi à demander : "Tu veux de la bière ? {p} -Quoi ? De la bière ? Quelle étrange transition, Richie, tu ne trouves pas, - Sandy regarda Grimes avec surprise, - Eh bien, je suppose pourquoi pas. "Tu veux que je me saoule, pour que tu puisses te défouler sur moi ? Tu n'as qu'à demander, idiot." Richard a poussé un gros soupir et a sorti une bouteille de sa robe. Essayant de l'ouvrir pendant une demi-minute, il a finalement réussi à défaire le bouchon. Soupirant une fois de plus, Richard a passé la bouteille à Sandy. Elle l'a regardé attentivement, elle est soudainement devenue très sérieuse. Elle a même froncé les sourcils. Prenant soigneusement la bouteille de ses mains, elle l'a examinée. {p} -Une faveur pour une faveur, Richie ? - Sandy a demandé, - Je la boirai, après que tu m'aies embrassé. {p} -K-k-k... Ki-ki... T'embrasser ? - Richie s'est senti comme s'il était sous un feu d'artifice. À ce moment-là, il réalisa à quel point il peut être difficile de faire la bonne chose. - D-D'accord, je vais le faire. Oui, je le ferai. {Serrant les dents, Richard s'est avancé vers Sandy et l'a embrassée passionnément. Enfin, pour être précis, il s'est juste approché d'elle, la passion venait de Sandy. Perdant l'équilibre, ils trébuchèrent sur quelques pas, et se heurtèrent au mur, contre lequel Richie plaqua Sandy, qui perdit toute sa timidité. La passion prenait le dessus sur sa timidité naturelle. Il savait, que Sandy n'avait rien sous sa robe. Et il a prouvé qu'il avait raison une seconde plus tard. Ses deux mains se sont glissées sous ses vêtements, traçant sur ses seins, arrivant à sa poitrine, touchant sur ses régions jamais atteintes, avec une traînée ludique et négligée, et se sont arrêtées juste à l'endroit où Sandy les voulait. Ils ont continué à se calmer pendant encore une minute ou deux, remplissant le hall de gémissements et de respirations lourdes. Sandy continuait ses tentatives pour faire sortir Richie de son pantalon, qui bien que se mettant en travers de son chemin, la plaquait de plus en plus fortement contre le mur de pierre, se laissant aller à ses instincts naturels. Finalement, il s'est échappé du piège de son pantalon et Sandy a pointé sa queue vers les sommets de leurs plaisirs. Quatre minutes plus tard, ils sont tombés sur le sol, fatigués. Une respiration lourde a continué à remplir le hall, pendant presque aussi longtemps. {p} -Sandy, c'était... C'était merveilleux, incroyable, indescriptible, - Richie n'arrivait toujours pas à croire ce qui s'était passé, et n'avait aucune prise sur la réalité. Ses yeux continuaient à s'interroger sans se concentrer sur quelque chose en particulier. {p} -Oui, bébé, c'était génial, -Sandy rampa jusqu'à lui, et lui donna un dernier baiser, -Tu étais très bon, Richie. {p} -Vraiment ? - Richie commença à reprendre ses esprits, étonnamment, son bégaiement semblait avoir disparu, - Merci, Sandy. Je l'ai fait ! Que... Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait ?! {p}La couleur a soudainement quitté le visage de Richie. {p} -Comment ai-je pu ? Je suis un menteur dégoûtant. Menteur ! - Les yeux de Grime se sont remplis de larmes, nous les avons essuyées, en nous grattant presque les yeux, il a attrapé la bouteille et a essayé de la donner à Sandy, - Bois ça Sandy, tu dois le faire ! {p}Sandy, maintenant stupéfaite, a pris la bouteille, et a regardé Grimes avec tristesse. {p} -Dois-je le faire, Richie ? Tu ne veux plus qu'on soit ensemble ? Tu veux te débarrasser de moi ? Te débarrasser de moi comme si j'étais un "effet secondaire" ? - il n'y avait aucune ironie ou colère dans sa voix, juste de la tristesse. {p} -Quoi ?! - Richard s'étouffa et essaya de mettre de l'air dans ses élans, Comment ? Vous savez ? {p} -Ta potion, Richie. Elle a plus d'un effet secondaire, - ses mots étaient maintenant pleins d'ironie, - Je peux aussi entendre tes pensées !
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Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!
Richard Grimes a bu une autre gorgée de root beer. Avant, il n'avait même pas essayé cette boisson, mais il en appréciait le goût. Les rumeurs disaient qu'elle aidait à soulager la douleur, surtout celle à laquelle il était confronté. Comment cela pouvait aider, Richie ne le savait pas. Mais pour l'instant, tout ne faisait qu'empirer. Richie soupira et regarda les clients de la taverne de Pré-au-Lard. Il y en avait pas mal, beaucoup d'étudiants aimaient passer un week-end dans ces murs, et dans un endroit aussi chahuté, personne ne prêtait attention à la table solitaire d'un brasseur de potions de génie. Génie, quelle blague ! ? Première expérience sérieuse, et quel fiasco ! Effet secondaire, ça ne pouvait pas arriver. Pas un seul ingrédient qui pourrait être utilisé dans un philtre d'amour. Et la prétendue protection de l'achillée, qui a failli n'être qu'un mirage. Il a lui-même trouvé un moyen de le contourner en quelques heures. Eh, il n'atteindra jamais le niveau du professeur Rogue. {p} -Aha, te voilà ! - Samuel s'est laissé tomber sur une chaise voisine, - Je vous cherchais. Je n'ai même pas pu trouver une trace. C'est quoi ce bordel, mec ? Je me suis levé ce matin et tu es introuvable ! {p} -Tes matins, Sam, commencent dans l'après-midi, -Richard soupira une fois de plus, sans lever le regard du calice. {p} -Allez, c'est le week-end, j'ai le droit de me faire plaisir. Tu n'as pas besoin d'être aussi strict avec toi-même, ou tu finiras, eh bien, là où tu es. Donc je suppose que ça ne s'est pas passé comme prévu ? - Sam a montré un regard d'inquiétude. Au final, c'était leurs deux culs qui étaient en jeu. {p} -Elle le savait depuis le début. La potion lui permet aussi de lire mes pensées, - Le visage de Richard a finalement eu une expression, et c'était... un sourire ? {p} -Quoi ?! Excusez-moi, oh vénérable maître des potions ? Elle lisait dans vos pensées pendant tout ce temps ? - Sam s'arrêta une seconde, face à l'information nouvellement découverte, et ne trouva rien de mieux à faire que de rire - Elle lisait vos pensées ? Et connaissait tous nos plans ? Grand Merlin ! Mais pourquoi es-tu si calme ? Et pourquoi tu ne bégaies pas ? {p} -Eh bien, -Sam pensait que Richie avait l'air de cacher quelque chose, -elle... comment dire... Elle m'a guéri de mon défaut. Hm... Oui, c'est ça. Avec sa propre... méthode. - Richie est devenu rouge vif et a perdu sa langue. {p} -Richie ? Richard Grimes ! Ne me dites rien, vous et Sandy. Wow ! {Sam, bien qu'il ait été choqué avant, mais maintenant. Pourtant, les coins de ses lèvres ont commencé à s'élever en un rictus de colère. {p} -Eh bien, mon ami, félicitations. Tu as réussi à préparer un philtre d'amour, et tu m'as demandé de le donner à une fille que tu aimes bien, et de l'utiliser à son plein potentiel ! {p}Le visage de Sam était plein d'un triomphe sarcastique. {p} -Non ! Ce n'est pas comme ça que ça s'est passé ! Je ne savais pas, je ne voulais pas ! - Richard a commencé à paniquer, mais étonnamment, il n'a pas commencé à bégayer. {p} -Détendez-vous, je plaisante. Quand même, c'est un échec total. Non seulement ta potion a un effet secondaire, dont tu ne peux te débarrasser qu'avec l'effet prévu, mais l'effet principal va aussi dans les deux sens. Vous savez, peut-être que c'est normal et que tout va rentrer dans l'ordre maintenant. Alors, faisons comme si rien de tout cela n'était arrivé.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard a essayé de rassembler son courage. Il a passé les trois dernières heures à traquer Sandy, juste pour l'avoir seule. Il était assez tard, et elle est allée à la douche des femmes. Quelles étranges créatures que les femmes qui vont prendre une douche au milieu de la nuit. Et surtout, elle est seule et il peut enfin lui parler. Il doit trouver, lui expliquer, elle doit comprendre qu'il n'avait que la science en tête. Elle l'écoutera ! {p} -Oui ! -Richard se dit qu'elle doit m'écouter ! Et elle peut décider de la suite, mais je dois tout lui dire. {Bien qu'il ne soit toujours pas sûr de ce qu'il va lui dire. Parler n'a jamais été un point fort pour notre jeune génie. Richard a vérifié le hall une fois de plus, la porte des douches était fermée hermétiquement. Il ne pouvait pas entendre le bruit de l'eau. Et Sandy avait déjà passé une heure à l'intérieur. Et si quelque chose lui était arrivé ? Non, c'est impossible. Qu'est-ce qui pourrait lui arriver dans une douche ? Quand même, c'est Poudlard, et il ne peut pas entendre l'eau. Mais y entrer ? Cela enfreindrait certainement quelques règles d'IMVOIS, et entraînerait très probablement son expulsion. Et comment entrerait-il ? Comment ? COMMENT ?! Richard ne termina pas sa pensée, commençant à regarder une porte qui apparaissait soudainement devant lui. Porte, dont il était sûr, qui menait aux douches des filles. Rassemblant son courage, Richard ouvrit lentement cette nouvelle porte et vit une petite pièce avec un grand miroir au milieu. Et dans le miroir, il a vu les douches des filles, et allongée sur le sol en pierre, Sandy entièrement nue. Son corps bougeait comme si elle était possédée, elle avait des spasmes, ses deux mains entre ses jambes. Les yeux grands fermés, le visage plein d'épuisement. Elle se mordait les lèvres, se ridait et se cambrait de plus en plus, les jambes se tordant en un nœud surréaliste. Richard a fait un pas en avant, un autre pas. Et a traversé le miroir, dans l'épaisse brume. En regardant fixement Sandy, qui s'est retrouvée à ses pieds, il a pensé : "Chambre des conditions requises. C'est la seule explication". Pendant quelques secondes douloureusement longues, il a regardé la fille qui avait capturé son cœur, puis, comme s'il avait décidé de faire un acte de foi, il a inspiré et, tombant sur le sol à côté d'elle, il a embrassé celle qu'il aimait. Sandy a ouvert les yeux, pendant une seconde ils ont reflété la terreur, puis la reconnaissance, la colère, la rage et soudain... Ses yeux étaient remplis de désir. Elle attira Richie vers elle, et maintenant leur connexion, se débarrassa rapidement de sa ceinture et l'attrapa par la queue, comme si elle pensait qu'il allait essayer de lui échapper. Richard, avec un rugissement semblable à celui d'un animal, l'a renversée sur le dos et, levant la jambe droite de Sandy, l'a pénétrée. Sandy a répondu par un long mi-soupir, mi-cri. Elle était sur le dos, en voulant plus. S'agrippant aux alentours, elle a trouvé une colonne derrière elle, et l'a saisie à deux bras. En suivant le rythme, elle a commencé à se pousser vers lui. Les poussées sont devenues plus puissantes, douloureuses pour tous les deux, mais ils étaient tous les deux trop avancés pour s'en soucier. Soudain, Sandy se cambra et retourna Richie, se mettant sur le dessus. Augmentant le rythme encore plus. Richie (Merlin sait d'où il tient ça) a atteint sa gorge, l'attrapant avec son bras fin, qui ressemblait à celui d'un géant quand il était placé à côté de son cou fin. Le rythme toujours croissant a pris le meilleur d'eux deux, et quand Richie a pensé qu'une seconde de plus et il perdrait conscience à cause du plaisir, tout était fini. Fini pour tous les deux\n\n{p} -Avez-vous vu les Sorcières de Pittsburgh ? C'est une belle pièce en trois actes. Tu dois la voir, - Sandy a fermé les yeux en se souvenant, - Richie, c'est divin, on doit la voir pendant la pause. Je la regarderai volontiers une deuxième fois. {p} -Bien sûr, Sandy ! Bien sûr que nous irons le voir, - Richard sourit. {p} -Eee... Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici ? - Samuel est resté immobile à côté de la table de la salle à manger, où Sandy et Richie flirtaient, - Je veux dire, salut Richie, Sandy. Heureux de vous croiser tous les deux. Donc vous vous êtes réconciliés, je vois. Sam les regarda avec une pointe d'offense, comme s'il était le seul à ne pas être dans le coup. {p} -Sammy, salut, - dit Sandy joyeusement, - assieds-toi avec nous, nous t'attendions. {p} -Vraiment ? - La surprise ne couvrait même pas ce que Sam ressentait. Alors, au nom de Merlin, vas-tu me dire ce qui se passe ? {p} -Rien de spécial, nous planifions juste la façon dont nous allons célébrer notre expérience réussie. Richie a souri. {p} -Succès ? J'ai quelques autres adjectifs pour la décrire. Que diriez-vous de : échec, désastreux ! J'ai quelques pages avec les adjectifs censurés aussi ! {p} -Sam, j'ai déjà fait un rapport à Rogue, et il l'a bien noté. Et tu as été crédité comme mon assistant. C'est donc notre réussite. - Richard avait l'air très content de lui. {p} -Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? Quel succès ? Et l'effet secondaire ? Et... - Sam regarde Sandy qui ricane, - Les deux effets secondaires aussi ? {p} -Sam, Richie le regarda avec un sourire condescendant. Il n'y avait pas d'effet secondaire. {p} -Quoi ?! {p} -Oui, - Sandy l'a interrompu, - ce que vous pensiez être un effet secondaire, n'était qu'un simple coup de coeur. Je suis tombé amoureux de la personne la plus pure, la plus gentille et la plus intéressante. Et je l'ai compris, en lisant simplement ses pensées. Là, pendant que vous attendiez les résultats de la potion, j'ai vu les pensées de Richie. Je les ai vues et je suis tombée amoureuse. De lui. {p} -Aha ! -Sam dit triomphalement, -donc il y a eu au moins un effet secondaire ! {p} -Non, continua Sandy, il n'y en a pas eu. Vous avez juste oublié un petit détail, le goût de la potion, bande d'idiots. Je savais que vous m'aviez donné quelque chose à ce moment-là. Et, intéressé, j'ai décidé d'espionner votre conversation. Heureusement, j'ai une de ces oreillettes de Weasly. Une fois que j'ai compris ce que vous aviez fait et où Richie stockait son breuvage, je l'ai mis dans son jus, dans la salle commune. Heureusement, comme n'importe quel savant fou (Sandy a à peine réprimé son rire), il ne fait pas attention aux petits détails. Comme un changement soudain du goût de son jus. {p} -Donc, vous avez joué avec nous tout ce temps ? {Sam était si choqué qu'il a failli se mettre à bégayer. Mais, une seconde plus tard, il y avait un soupçon de respect dans ses yeux. {p} -Tu es une fille dangereuse ! Bon travail. {p} -Elle est un miracle, -Richie a soutenu son ami, -Alors, équipe de brassage, à quoi devrions-nous dépenser notre prix pour le travail scientifique ? {p} -Une autre bière ? {p} -Une autre bière !
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Gloria Hughes, a fifth-year student, a very disciplined honour student, woke up, as always, earlier than the rest of her classmates, and long before her first period. And since there was little to do at such early hour, she decided to wander the empty halls of Hogwarts. Lately, it became something of a habit of hers, to lonely wander these empty halls.\n\nShe never was the most sociable student, and now, with the onset of spring, she ceased to understand them completely. All the talk about boys, about how someone looked at them, and where exactly he looked... What you should wear and how to behave, so that boys would pay attention to you... Gloria couldn't understand what was the point to all that, or why it was so interesting. What was even more beyond her comprehension is how you can spend time on such things, if your homework isn't done. And so such lonely walks weren't any bit worse than those with her classmates; perhaps even better - this way no one was distracting her with nonsensical babble about strange and contrived problems.\n\nHalls of the East wing were perfect for a morning walk. Even during the day, these halls were quite empty, and this early in the morning there was no soul in sight. Last few days were marked with pleasantly clear skies and the rays of dawning sun were shining on the empty halls, giving a feel of long-forgotten summer and incredible brightness. Gloria loved to bask in such light: it was if the air itself changed to something more tangible and tasty, and you could only think of breathing it all in. And with another breath, she suddenly felt a faint, but distinct smell of cinnamon. And a hint of something else, almonds, or perhaps some other nuts.\n\nSuddenly the world changed. Or it didn't, rather the way she perceived did. What seemed important a few moments ago, became distant, and what took it place... If someone were to ask Gloria what exactly it was, she wouldn't be able to answer. But a careful observer, by her rapid breath, heartbeat, moist eyes that lost their focus, could certainly make a guess.\n\nGloria had an epiphany, her whole life - wasn't a real life, just her going through necessary daily motions. Necessary for this one real moment. This real moment was so full of feelings and emotions, that mostly concentrated (and at that thought Gloria couldn't help but blush) in the lower part of her stomach. It was if she had the source of everything great in this universe just inches away. And she could just use her arm and reach for it. The shreds of her previous self, her shyness and awkwardness still held her back, but the right hand was already moving. First, it brushed her blouse, then her skirt and stopped right next to her clutched legs. The moment her hand reached them, she felt an incredible urge to touch herself as hard as she can. She felt just how hot and wet she was.\n\nTo stay in the middle of a hall, with a hand tightly stuck between her legs? A few minutes ago, such thought would never even occur to Gloria, but now she couldn't understand how she ever lived without it. Without even thinking she started, clumsily and slowly, to move her hips, sometimes she even managed to match her hand to the rhythm. Pleasure started coming in waves, and each coming wave was even more pleasurable than the last. Gloria could barely stand. To stay upright, she had to lean on the wall next to her. And the moment she felt the solid support of the wall, what little she had left of her senses, left her completely. Gloria, continuing with her eager masturbation, slowly drove down the wall and flopped on her ass. Again, without a second thought, she spread her legs wide, and that brought even more of unfamiliar feelings. She even let out a weak moan, but she was too involved in the process to notice. The concept of time shifted; Gloria didn't know if she stayed like this for days or just a few moments, and she didn't care.\n\nMeanwhile, the time for the first period approached, and halls were slowly filling up with students. Colin Creevey, who never parted with his trusty camera, was lucky enough to be the first one to observe an unusual scene. He was always fascinated with the lighting in the East wing, but he never had the luck to find an object worthy of his skills.\n\nThe bright light, that filled the hall through the wall high windows, alternated with the areas of rich shade. And right in the middle of a lit-up area, there was Gloria in all her beauty. Just her left foot was in the shade from one of the walls. Colin didn't hesitate for a second and took a photo. And then another one and another one. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but he felt that the whole situation was more piquant, rather than dangerous, even if Gloria have been moaning continually. Her eyes were open wide, but she didn't see Colin, who was adjusting his camera to commemorate her face with a close-up. Next close-up were focused on Gloria's right hand and the background of quite long, but raised, due to the spread legs, skirt. Colin unmistakably detected the main star, or rather the hand of the action. Afterwards, he was extremely proud of these photos that didn't only capture the event and the mechanics but the feel of the whole scene.\n\nSuddenly, Gloria's hand picked up the speed, her breathing became shallow and rapid, she made a half-a-moan or half-a-groan, and stopped. Collin carefully approached her, not knowing what to do. At this time, Gloria slowly started to come back to her senses, first, she saw the camera, then Collin. Without a word, she reached out with her hands to grab Collin and stand up. He gave her his hand and helped her. Without saying a word, Gloria let Colin out of her hands and still shaking, slowly left. Colin stood there for a minute, and walked away in an opposite direction.\n\nHe wanted to discuss just what has happened, but he knew that it wasn't the right time for that. He didn't even know Gloria all that well. «Maybe, these photos will allow me to know her better» - Colin thought to himself, as he rushed to his first period.
Gloria Hughes, une étudiante de cinquième année, élève d'honneur très disciplinée, se réveilla, comme toujours, plus tôt que le reste de ses camarades de classe, et bien avant sa première période. Et comme il n'y avait pas grand-chose à faire à une heure aussi matinale, elle a décidé d'errer dans les couloirs vides de Poudlard. Dernièrement, c'est devenu une sorte d'habitude pour elle, d'errer seule dans ces couloirs vides.\n\n Elle n'a jamais été l'élève la plus sociable, et maintenant, avec l'arrivée du printemps, elle a cessé de les comprendre complètement. Toutes ces discussions sur les garçons, sur la façon dont quelqu'un les regardait, et où exactement il regardait... Ce qu'il faut porter et comment se comporter, pour que les garçons fassent attention à vous... Gloria ne comprenait pas quel était l'intérêt de tout ça, ni pourquoi c'était si intéressant. Ce qui la dépassait encore plus, c'était de savoir comment on pouvait passer du temps sur ces choses, si les devoirs n'étaient pas faits. Et donc, ces promenades solitaires n'étaient pas pires que celles avec ses camarades de classe ; peut-être même meilleures - de cette façon, personne ne la distrayait avec un babillage absurde sur des problèmes étranges et artificiels.\n\nLes couloirs de l'aile Est étaient parfaits pour une promenade matinale. Même pendant la journée, ces halls étaient assez vides, et si tôt le matin, il n'y avait pas âme qui vive. Les derniers jours ont été marqués par un ciel agréablement clair et les rayons du soleil naissant brillaient sur les halls vides, donnant une sensation d'été oublié depuis longtemps et une incroyable luminosité. Gloria aimait se prélasser dans une telle lumière : c'était comme si l'air lui-même se transformait en quelque chose de plus tangible et de plus savoureux, et qu'on ne pensait qu'à le respirer. Et avec une autre inspiration, elle a soudainement senti une odeur faible mais distincte de cannelle. Et un soupçon d'autre chose, des amandes, ou peut-être d'autres noix.\n\nSoudain, le monde a changé. Ou pas, plutôt la façon dont elle le percevait. Ce qui semblait important il y a quelques instants, est devenu lointain, et ce qui a pris sa place... Si quelqu'un demandait à Gloria ce que c'était exactement, elle ne serait pas capable de répondre. Mais un observateur attentif, par sa respiration rapide, son rythme cardiaque, ses yeux humides qui ont perdu leur concentration, pourrait certainement faire une supposition.\n\nGloria a eu une révélation, sa vie entière - n'était pas une vraie vie, juste le fait d'accomplir les gestes quotidiens nécessaires. Nécessaire pour ce moment réel. Ce moment réel était si plein de sentiments et d'émotions, qui se concentraient principalement (et à cette pensée Gloria ne pouvait s'empêcher de rougir) dans la partie inférieure de son estomac. C'était comme si elle avait la source de tout ce qui est génial dans cet univers à quelques centimètres d'elle. Et elle pouvait juste utiliser son bras pour l'atteindre. Les lambeaux de son ancien moi, sa timidité et sa gaucherie la retenaient encore, mais sa main droite bougeait déjà. Elle a d'abord effleuré son chemisier, puis sa jupe et s'est arrêtée juste à côté de ses jambes serrées. Au moment où sa main les a atteintes, elle a ressenti une envie incroyable de se toucher aussi fort qu'elle le pouvait. Elle a senti à quel point elle était chaude et humide.\n\nRester au milieu d'un couloir, avec une main coincée entre ses jambes ? Il y a quelques minutes, une telle pensée n'aurait jamais effleuré Gloria, mais maintenant elle ne pouvait pas comprendre comment elle avait pu vivre sans. Sans même réfléchir, elle a commencé, maladroitement et lentement, à bouger ses hanches, parfois elle a même réussi à faire correspondre sa main au rythme. Le plaisir a commencé à venir par vagues, et chaque vague était encore plus agréable que la précédente. Gloria pouvait à peine se tenir debout. Pour rester debout, elle devait s'appuyer sur le mur à côté d'elle. Et au moment où elle a senti le soutien solide du mur, le peu de sens qui lui restait l'a quittée complètement. Gloria, poursuivant sa masturbation avide, a lentement descendu le mur et s'est couchée sur son cul. Encore une fois, sans réfléchir, elle a écarté les jambes, et cela a apporté encore plus de sensations inconnues. Elle a même laissé échapper un faible gémissement, mais elle était trop impliquée dans le processus pour le remarquer. Le concept du temps a changé ; Gloria ne savait pas si elle restait comme ça pendant des jours ou seulement quelques instants, et elle s'en fichait.\n\nPendant ce temps, l'heure de la première période approchait, et les salles se remplissaient lentement d'étudiants. Colin Creevey, qui ne se sépare jamais de son fidèle appareil photo, a la chance d'être le premier à observer une scène inhabituelle. Il a toujours été fasciné par l'éclairage de l'aile Est, mais il n'a jamais eu la chance de trouver un objet digne de ses compétences.\n\nLa lumière vive, qui remplissait le hall à travers les hautes fenêtres du mur, alternait avec les zones d'ombre riche. Et en plein milieu d'une zone éclairée, il y avait Gloria dans toute sa beauté. Seul son pied gauche était dans l'ombre d'un des murs. Colin n'a pas hésité une seconde et a pris une photo. Et puis une autre et une autre. Il ne comprenait pas tout à fait ce qui se passait, mais il trouvait la situation plus piquante que dangereuse, même si Gloria ne cessait de gémir. Ses yeux étaient grands ouverts, mais elle n'a pas vu Colin, qui ajustait son appareil photo pour commémorer son visage avec un gros plan. Le gros plan suivant se concentre sur la main droite de Gloria et le fond de la jupe assez longue, mais relevée, en raison des jambes écartées. Colin a indubitablement détecté la star principale, ou plutôt la main de l'action. Après coup, il était extrêmement fier de ces photos qui ne capturaient pas seulement l'événement et la mécanique, mais aussi la sensation de toute la scène. Soudain, la main de Gloria a accéléré, sa respiration est devenue superficielle et rapide, elle a émis un demi-soupir ou un demi-grognement, et s'est arrêtée. Collin s'est approché d'elle avec précaution, ne sachant pas quoi faire. À ce moment-là, Gloria a lentement commencé à reprendre ses esprits, elle a d'abord vu la caméra, puis Collin. Sans un mot, elle a tendu les mains pour attraper Collin et se lever. Il lui a donné la main et l'a aidée. Sans dire un mot, Gloria a lâché Collin des mains et, toujours tremblante, est partie lentement. Colin est resté là pendant une minute, et s'est éloigné dans la direction opposée.\n\nIl voulait discuter de ce qui s'était passé, mais il savait que ce n'était pas le bon moment pour cela. Il ne connaissait pas si bien que ça Gloria. "Peut-être que ces photos me permettront de mieux la connaître", s'est dit Colin en se précipitant vers ses premières règles.
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Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!
Richard Grimes a bu une autre gorgée de root beer. Avant, il n'avait même pas essayé cette boisson, mais il en appréciait le goût. Les rumeurs disaient qu'elle aidait à soulager la douleur, surtout celle à laquelle il était confronté. Comment cela pouvait aider, Richie ne le savait pas. Mais pour l'instant, tout ne faisait qu'empirer. Richie soupira et regarda les clients de la taverne de Pré-au-Lard. Il y en avait pas mal, beaucoup d'étudiants aimaient passer un week-end dans ces murs, et dans un endroit aussi chahuté, personne ne prêtait attention à la table solitaire d'un brasseur de potions de génie. Génie, quelle blague ! ? Première expérience sérieuse, et quel fiasco ! Effet secondaire, ça ne pouvait pas arriver. Pas un seul ingrédient qui pourrait être utilisé dans un philtre d'amour. Et la prétendue protection de l'achillée, qui a failli n'être qu'un mirage. Il a lui-même trouvé un moyen de le contourner en quelques heures. Eh, il n'atteindra jamais le niveau du professeur Rogue. {p} -Aha, te voilà ! - Samuel s'est laissé tomber sur une chaise voisine, - Je vous cherchais. Je n'ai même pas pu trouver une trace. C'est quoi ce bordel, mec ? Je me suis levé ce matin et tu es introuvable ! {p} -Tes matins, Sam, commencent dans l'après-midi, -Richard soupira une fois de plus, sans lever le regard du calice. {p} -Allez, c'est le week-end, j'ai le droit de me faire plaisir. Tu n'as pas besoin d'être aussi strict avec toi-même, ou tu finiras, eh bien, là où tu es. Donc je suppose que ça ne s'est pas passé comme prévu ? - Sam a montré un regard d'inquiétude. Au final, c'était leurs deux culs qui étaient en jeu. {p} -Elle le savait depuis le début. La potion lui permet aussi de lire mes pensées, - Le visage de Richard a finalement eu une expression, et c'était... un sourire ? {p} -Quoi ?! Excusez-moi, oh vénérable maître des potions ? Elle lisait dans vos pensées pendant tout ce temps ? - Sam s'arrêta une seconde, face à l'information nouvellement découverte, et ne trouva rien de mieux à faire que de rire - Elle lisait vos pensées ? Et connaissait tous nos plans ? Grand Merlin ! Mais pourquoi es-tu si calme ? Et pourquoi tu ne bégaies pas ? {p} -Eh bien, -Sam pensait que Richie avait l'air de cacher quelque chose, -elle... comment dire... Elle m'a guéri de mon défaut. Hm... Oui, c'est ça. Avec sa propre... méthode. - Richie est devenu rouge vif et a perdu sa langue. {p} -Richie ? Richard Grimes ! Ne me dites rien, vous et Sandy. Wow ! {Sam, bien qu'il ait été choqué avant, mais maintenant. Pourtant, les coins de ses lèvres ont commencé à s'élever en un rictus de colère. {p} -Eh bien, mon ami, félicitations. Tu as réussi à préparer un philtre d'amour, et tu m'as demandé de le donner à une fille que tu aimes bien, et de l'utiliser à son plein potentiel ! {p}Le visage de Sam était plein d'un triomphe sarcastique. {p} -Non ! Ce n'est pas comme ça que ça s'est passé ! Je ne savais pas, je ne voulais pas ! - Richard a commencé à paniquer, mais étonnamment, il n'a pas commencé à bégayer. {p} -Détendez-vous, je plaisante. Quand même, c'est un échec total. Non seulement ta potion a un effet secondaire, dont tu ne peux te débarrasser qu'avec l'effet prévu, mais l'effet principal va aussi dans les deux sens. Vous savez, peut-être que c'est normal et que tout va rentrer dans l'ordre maintenant. Alors, faisons comme si rien de tout cela n'était arrivé.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard a essayé de rassembler son courage. Il a passé les trois dernières heures à traquer Sandy, juste pour l'avoir seule. Il était assez tard, et elle est allée à la douche des femmes. Quelles étranges créatures que les femmes qui vont prendre une douche au milieu de la nuit. Et surtout, elle est seule et il peut enfin lui parler. Il doit trouver, lui expliquer, elle doit comprendre qu'il n'avait que la science en tête. Elle l'écoutera ! {p} -Oui ! -Richard se dit qu'elle doit m'écouter ! Et elle peut décider de la suite, mais je dois tout lui dire. {Bien qu'il ne soit toujours pas sûr de ce qu'il va lui dire. Parler n'a jamais été un point fort pour notre jeune génie. Richard a vérifié le hall une fois de plus, la porte des douches était fermée hermétiquement. Il ne pouvait pas entendre le bruit de l'eau. Et Sandy avait déjà passé une heure à l'intérieur. Et si quelque chose lui était arrivé ? Non, c'est impossible. Qu'est-ce qui pourrait lui arriver dans une douche ? Quand même, c'est Poudlard, et il ne peut pas entendre l'eau. Mais y entrer ? Cela enfreindrait certainement quelques règles d'IMVOIS, et entraînerait très probablement son expulsion. Et comment entrerait-il ? Comment ? COMMENT ?! Richard ne termina pas sa pensée, commençant à regarder une porte qui apparaissait soudainement devant lui. Porte, dont il était sûr, qui menait aux douches des filles. Rassemblant son courage, Richard ouvrit lentement cette nouvelle porte et vit une petite pièce avec un grand miroir au milieu. Et dans le miroir, il a vu les douches des filles, et allongée sur le sol en pierre, Sandy entièrement nue. Son corps bougeait comme si elle était possédée, elle avait des spasmes, ses deux mains entre ses jambes. Les yeux grands fermés, le visage plein d'épuisement. Elle se mordait les lèvres, se ridait et se cambrait de plus en plus, les jambes se tordant en un nœud surréaliste. Richard a fait un pas en avant, un autre pas. Et a traversé le miroir, dans l'épaisse brume. En regardant fixement Sandy, qui s'est retrouvée à ses pieds, il a pensé : "Chambre des conditions requises. C'est la seule explication". Pendant quelques secondes douloureusement longues, il a regardé la fille qui avait capturé son cœur, puis, comme s'il avait décidé de faire un acte de foi, il a inspiré et, tombant sur le sol à côté d'elle, il a embrassé celle qu'il aimait. Sandy a ouvert les yeux, pendant une seconde ils ont reflété la terreur, puis la reconnaissance, la colère, la rage et soudain... Ses yeux étaient remplis de désir. Elle attira Richie vers elle, et maintenant leur connexion, se débarrassa rapidement de sa ceinture et l'attrapa par la queue, comme si elle pensait qu'il allait essayer de lui échapper. Richard, avec un rugissement semblable à celui d'un animal, l'a renversée sur le dos et, levant la jambe droite de Sandy, l'a pénétrée. Sandy a répondu par un long mi-soupir, mi-cri. Elle était sur le dos, en voulant plus. S'agrippant aux alentours, elle a trouvé une colonne derrière elle, et l'a saisie à deux bras. En suivant le rythme, elle a commencé à se pousser vers lui. Les poussées sont devenues plus puissantes, douloureuses pour tous les deux, mais ils étaient tous les deux trop avancés pour s'en soucier. Soudain, Sandy se cambra et retourna Richie, se mettant sur le dessus. Augmentant le rythme encore plus. Richie (Merlin sait d'où il tient ça) a atteint sa gorge, l'attrapant avec son bras fin, qui ressemblait à celui d'un géant quand il était placé à côté de son cou fin. Le rythme toujours croissant a pris le meilleur d'eux deux, et quand Richie a pensé qu'une seconde de plus et il perdrait conscience à cause du plaisir, tout était fini. Fini pour tous les deux\n\n{p} -Avez-vous vu les Sorcières de Pittsburgh ? C'est une belle pièce en trois actes. Tu dois la voir, - Sandy a fermé les yeux en se souvenant, - Richie, c'est divin, on doit la voir pendant la pause. Je la regarderai volontiers une deuxième fois. {p} -Bien sûr, Sandy ! Bien sûr que nous irons le voir, - Richard sourit. {p} -Eee... Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici ? - Samuel est resté immobile à côté de la table de la salle à manger, où Sandy et Richie flirtaient, - Je veux dire, salut Richie, Sandy. Heureux de vous croiser tous les deux. Donc vous vous êtes réconciliés, je vois. Sam les regarda avec une pointe d'offense, comme s'il était le seul à ne pas être dans le coup. {p} -Sammy, salut, - dit Sandy joyeusement, - assieds-toi avec nous, nous t'attendions. {p} -Vraiment ? - La surprise ne couvrait même pas ce que Sam ressentait. Alors, au nom de Merlin, vas-tu me dire ce qui se passe ? {p} -Rien de spécial, nous planifions juste la façon dont nous allons célébrer notre expérience réussie. Richie a souri. {p} -Succès ? J'ai quelques autres adjectifs pour la décrire. Que diriez-vous de : échec, désastreux ! J'ai quelques pages avec les adjectifs censurés aussi ! {p} -Sam, j'ai déjà fait un rapport à Rogue, et il l'a bien noté. Et tu as été crédité comme mon assistant. C'est donc notre réussite. - Richard avait l'air très content de lui. {p} -Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? Quel succès ? Et l'effet secondaire ? Et... - Sam regarde Sandy qui ricane, - Les deux effets secondaires aussi ? {p} -Sam, Richie le regarda avec un sourire condescendant. Il n'y avait pas d'effet secondaire. {p} -Quoi ?! {p} -Oui, - Sandy l'a interrompu, - ce que vous pensiez être un effet secondaire, n'était qu'un simple coup de coeur. Je suis tombé amoureux de la personne la plus pure, la plus gentille et la plus intéressante. Et je l'ai compris, en lisant simplement ses pensées. Là, pendant que vous attendiez les résultats de la potion, j'ai vu les pensées de Richie. Je les ai vues et je suis tombée amoureuse. De lui. {p} -Aha ! -Sam dit triomphalement, -donc il y a eu au moins un effet secondaire ! {p} -Non, continua Sandy, il n'y en a pas eu. Vous avez juste oublié un petit détail, le goût de la potion, bande d'idiots. Je savais que vous m'aviez donné quelque chose à ce moment-là. Et, intéressé, j'ai décidé d'espionner votre conversation. Heureusement, j'ai une de ces oreillettes de Weasly. Une fois que j'ai compris ce que vous aviez fait et où Richie stockait son breuvage, je l'ai mis dans son jus, dans la salle commune. Heureusement, comme n'importe quel savant fou (Sandy a à peine réprimé son rire), il ne fait pas attention aux petits détails. Comme un changement soudain du goût de son jus. {p} -Donc, vous avez joué avec nous tout ce temps ? {Sam était si choqué qu'il a failli se mettre à bégayer. Mais, une seconde plus tard, il y avait un soupçon de respect dans ses yeux. {p} -Tu es une fille dangereuse ! Bon travail. {p} -Elle est un miracle, -Richie a soutenu son ami, -Alors, équipe de brassage, à quoi devrions-nous dépenser notre prix pour le travail scientifique ? {p} -Une autre bière ? {p} -Une autre bière !
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Charme. Un sort utilisé pour ouvrir les portes.
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Luna's t-shirt
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Daphne's swimsuit
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Si la personne que vous avez convoquée a l’intention de vous rendre visite avant 10 heures, son portrait sera dans un cercle lumineux sur l’horloge. Cela signifie que du point de vue des mécanismes de jeu, il s’agira d’une visite de jour.
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Charme. Gèle la cible avec de l'air glacé.
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Les miches sur une assiette
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You like me more than my clothes, right?
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  1. Innocent Witches
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  3. French
Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!
Richard Grimes a bu une autre gorgée de root beer. Avant, il n'avait même pas essayé cette boisson, mais il en appréciait le goût. Les rumeurs disaient qu'elle aidait à soulager la douleur, surtout celle à laquelle il était confronté. Comment cela pouvait aider, Richie ne le savait pas. Mais pour l'instant, tout ne faisait qu'empirer. Richie soupira et regarda les clients de la taverne de Pré-au-Lard. Il y en avait pas mal, beaucoup d'étudiants aimaient passer un week-end dans ces murs, et dans un endroit aussi chahuté, personne ne prêtait attention à la table solitaire d'un brasseur de potions de génie. Génie, quelle blague ! ? Première expérience sérieuse, et quel fiasco ! Effet secondaire, ça ne pouvait pas arriver. Pas un seul ingrédient qui pourrait être utilisé dans un philtre d'amour. Et la prétendue protection de l'achillée, qui a failli n'être qu'un mirage. Il a lui-même trouvé un moyen de le contourner en quelques heures. Eh, il n'atteindra jamais le niveau du professeur Rogue. {p} -Aha, te voilà ! - Samuel s'est laissé tomber sur une chaise voisine, - Je vous cherchais. Je n'ai même pas pu trouver une trace. C'est quoi ce bordel, mec ? Je me suis levé ce matin et tu es introuvable ! {p} -Tes matins, Sam, commencent dans l'après-midi, -Richard soupira une fois de plus, sans lever le regard du calice. {p} -Allez, c'est le week-end, j'ai le droit de me faire plaisir. Tu n'as pas besoin d'être aussi strict avec toi-même, ou tu finiras, eh bien, là où tu es. Donc je suppose que ça ne s'est pas passé comme prévu ? - Sam a montré un regard d'inquiétude. Au final, c'était leurs deux culs qui étaient en jeu. {p} -Elle le savait depuis le début. La potion lui permet aussi de lire mes pensées, - Le visage de Richard a finalement eu une expression, et c'était... un sourire ? {p} -Quoi ?! Excusez-moi, oh vénérable maître des potions ? Elle lisait dans vos pensées pendant tout ce temps ? - Sam s'arrêta une seconde, face à l'information nouvellement découverte, et ne trouva rien de mieux à faire que de rire - Elle lisait vos pensées ? Et connaissait tous nos plans ? Grand Merlin ! Mais pourquoi es-tu si calme ? Et pourquoi tu ne bégaies pas ? {p} -Eh bien, -Sam pensait que Richie avait l'air de cacher quelque chose, -elle... comment dire... Elle m'a guéri de mon défaut. Hm... Oui, c'est ça. Avec sa propre... méthode. - Richie est devenu rouge vif et a perdu sa langue. {p} -Richie ? Richard Grimes ! Ne me dites rien, vous et Sandy. Wow ! {Sam, bien qu'il ait été choqué avant, mais maintenant. Pourtant, les coins de ses lèvres ont commencé à s'élever en un rictus de colère. {p} -Eh bien, mon ami, félicitations. Tu as réussi à préparer un philtre d'amour, et tu m'as demandé de le donner à une fille que tu aimes bien, et de l'utiliser à son plein potentiel ! {p}Le visage de Sam était plein d'un triomphe sarcastique. {p} -Non ! Ce n'est pas comme ça que ça s'est passé ! Je ne savais pas, je ne voulais pas ! - Richard a commencé à paniquer, mais étonnamment, il n'a pas commencé à bégayer. {p} -Détendez-vous, je plaisante. Quand même, c'est un échec total. Non seulement ta potion a un effet secondaire, dont tu ne peux te débarrasser qu'avec l'effet prévu, mais l'effet principal va aussi dans les deux sens. Vous savez, peut-être que c'est normal et que tout va rentrer dans l'ordre maintenant. Alors, faisons comme si rien de tout cela n'était arrivé.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard a essayé de rassembler son courage. Il a passé les trois dernières heures à traquer Sandy, juste pour l'avoir seule. Il était assez tard, et elle est allée à la douche des femmes. Quelles étranges créatures que les femmes qui vont prendre une douche au milieu de la nuit. Et surtout, elle est seule et il peut enfin lui parler. Il doit trouver, lui expliquer, elle doit comprendre qu'il n'avait que la science en tête. Elle l'écoutera ! {p} -Oui ! -Richard se dit qu'elle doit m'écouter ! Et elle peut décider de la suite, mais je dois tout lui dire. {Bien qu'il ne soit toujours pas sûr de ce qu'il va lui dire. Parler n'a jamais été un point fort pour notre jeune génie. Richard a vérifié le hall une fois de plus, la porte des douches était fermée hermétiquement. Il ne pouvait pas entendre le bruit de l'eau. Et Sandy avait déjà passé une heure à l'intérieur. Et si quelque chose lui était arrivé ? Non, c'est impossible. Qu'est-ce qui pourrait lui arriver dans une douche ? Quand même, c'est Poudlard, et il ne peut pas entendre l'eau. Mais y entrer ? Cela enfreindrait certainement quelques règles d'IMVOIS, et entraînerait très probablement son expulsion. Et comment entrerait-il ? Comment ? COMMENT ?! Richard ne termina pas sa pensée, commençant à regarder une porte qui apparaissait soudainement devant lui. Porte, dont il était sûr, qui menait aux douches des filles. Rassemblant son courage, Richard ouvrit lentement cette nouvelle porte et vit une petite pièce avec un grand miroir au milieu. Et dans le miroir, il a vu les douches des filles, et allongée sur le sol en pierre, Sandy entièrement nue. Son corps bougeait comme si elle était possédée, elle avait des spasmes, ses deux mains entre ses jambes. Les yeux grands fermés, le visage plein d'épuisement. Elle se mordait les lèvres, se ridait et se cambrait de plus en plus, les jambes se tordant en un nœud surréaliste. Richard a fait un pas en avant, un autre pas. Et a traversé le miroir, dans l'épaisse brume. En regardant fixement Sandy, qui s'est retrouvée à ses pieds, il a pensé : "Chambre des conditions requises. C'est la seule explication". Pendant quelques secondes douloureusement longues, il a regardé la fille qui avait capturé son cœur, puis, comme s'il avait décidé de faire un acte de foi, il a inspiré et, tombant sur le sol à côté d'elle, il a embrassé celle qu'il aimait. Sandy a ouvert les yeux, pendant une seconde ils ont reflété la terreur, puis la reconnaissance, la colère, la rage et soudain... Ses yeux étaient remplis de désir. Elle attira Richie vers elle, et maintenant leur connexion, se débarrassa rapidement de sa ceinture et l'attrapa par la queue, comme si elle pensait qu'il allait essayer de lui échapper. Richard, avec un rugissement semblable à celui d'un animal, l'a renversée sur le dos et, levant la jambe droite de Sandy, l'a pénétrée. Sandy a répondu par un long mi-soupir, mi-cri. Elle était sur le dos, en voulant plus. S'agrippant aux alentours, elle a trouvé une colonne derrière elle, et l'a saisie à deux bras. En suivant le rythme, elle a commencé à se pousser vers lui. Les poussées sont devenues plus puissantes, douloureuses pour tous les deux, mais ils étaient tous les deux trop avancés pour s'en soucier. Soudain, Sandy se cambra et retourna Richie, se mettant sur le dessus. Augmentant le rythme encore plus. Richie (Merlin sait d'où il tient ça) a atteint sa gorge, l'attrapant avec son bras fin, qui ressemblait à celui d'un géant quand il était placé à côté de son cou fin. Le rythme toujours croissant a pris le meilleur d'eux deux, et quand Richie a pensé qu'une seconde de plus et il perdrait conscience à cause du plaisir, tout était fini. Fini pour tous les deux\n\n{p} -Avez-vous vu les Sorcières de Pittsburgh ? C'est une belle pièce en trois actes. Tu dois la voir, - Sandy a fermé les yeux en se souvenant, - Richie, c'est divin, on doit la voir pendant la pause. Je la regarderai volontiers une deuxième fois. {p} -Bien sûr, Sandy ! Bien sûr que nous irons le voir, - Richard sourit. {p} -Eee... Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici ? - Samuel est resté immobile à côté de la table de la salle à manger, où Sandy et Richie flirtaient, - Je veux dire, salut Richie, Sandy. Heureux de vous croiser tous les deux. Donc vous vous êtes réconciliés, je vois. Sam les regarda avec une pointe d'offense, comme s'il était le seul à ne pas être dans le coup. {p} -Sammy, salut, - dit Sandy joyeusement, - assieds-toi avec nous, nous t'attendions. {p} -Vraiment ? - La surprise ne couvrait même pas ce que Sam ressentait. Alors, au nom de Merlin, vas-tu me dire ce qui se passe ? {p} -Rien de spécial, nous planifions juste la façon dont nous allons célébrer notre expérience réussie. Richie a souri. {p} -Succès ? J'ai quelques autres adjectifs pour la décrire. Que diriez-vous de : échec, désastreux ! J'ai quelques pages avec les adjectifs censurés aussi ! {p} -Sam, j'ai déjà fait un rapport à Rogue, et il l'a bien noté. Et tu as été crédité comme mon assistant. C'est donc notre réussite. - Richard avait l'air très content de lui. {p} -Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? Quel succès ? Et l'effet secondaire ? Et... - Sam regarde Sandy qui ricane, - Les deux effets secondaires aussi ? {p} -Sam, Richie le regarda avec un sourire condescendant. Il n'y avait pas d'effet secondaire. {p} -Quoi ?! {p} -Oui, - Sandy l'a interrompu, - ce que vous pensiez être un effet secondaire, n'était qu'un simple coup de coeur. Je suis tombé amoureux de la personne la plus pure, la plus gentille et la plus intéressante. Et je l'ai compris, en lisant simplement ses pensées. Là, pendant que vous attendiez les résultats de la potion, j'ai vu les pensées de Richie. Je les ai vues et je suis tombée amoureuse. De lui. {p} -Aha ! -Sam dit triomphalement, -donc il y a eu au moins un effet secondaire ! {p} -Non, continua Sandy, il n'y en a pas eu. Vous avez juste oublié un petit détail, le goût de la potion, bande d'idiots. Je savais que vous m'aviez donné quelque chose à ce moment-là. Et, intéressé, j'ai décidé d'espionner votre conversation. Heureusement, j'ai une de ces oreillettes de Weasly. Une fois que j'ai compris ce que vous aviez fait et où Richie stockait son breuvage, je l'ai mis dans son jus, dans la salle commune. Heureusement, comme n'importe quel savant fou (Sandy a à peine réprimé son rire), il ne fait pas attention aux petits détails. Comme un changement soudain du goût de son jus. {p} -Donc, vous avez joué avec nous tout ce temps ? {Sam était si choqué qu'il a failli se mettre à bégayer. Mais, une seconde plus tard, il y avait un soupçon de respect dans ses yeux. {p} -Tu es une fille dangereuse ! Bon travail. {p} -Elle est un miracle, -Richie a soutenu son ami, -Alors, équipe de brassage, à quoi devrions-nous dépenser notre prix pour le travail scientifique ? {p} -Une autre bière ? {p} -Une autre bière !
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"Richard Grimes had another sip of root beer. Before, he hadn't even tried this drink, but he enjoyed the taste. Rumors were, that it helped with pain quite a bit, especially with the one he was dealing with. How it helped – Richie knew not. But for now all was only getting worse. Richie sighed, and looked over the patrons of the Hogsmeade's tavern. There were quite a few, many students loved to spend a weekend in these walls, and in such rowdy place, no one payed much attention to a lonely table of a genius potion brewer. Genius, what a joke!? First serious experiment, and what a fiasco! Side-effect, that couldn't have happened. Not one ingredient that would make it into a love potion. And the supposed protection of yarrow, that almost came out as but a mirage. He himself found a way around it in a few hours. Eh, he will never get to the heights of professor Snape. {p} -Aha, here you are! – Samuel dropped on a neighboring chair, - I was looking for you. Couldn't even find a trace. What the hell, man? I got up in the morning and you are nowhere to be found! {p} -You mornings, Sam, start in the afternoon, - Richard sighed once again, without raising his gaze from the chalice. {p} -Come on, it's a weekend, I get to indulge myself. You don't need to be so strict with yourself, or you will end up, well, right where you are. So I take it didn't go to plan? – Sam showed a look of concern. In the end, it was both of their asses on the line. {p} -Hah, what can I say? She took the antidote, she did. And just left. I tried talking with her in the morning, afternoon... She is avoiding me. Ignoring. – Richard, surprised, found his glass empty, - I borked it up Sam. {p} -Why would you even try to talk with her? Don't you have your own ways? – Sam asked teasingly, - You could always just use your newfound abilities. {p} -That's the thing, I can't. I cannot hear her thoughts. At all. {p}Richard tried reaching for another bottle, but Samuel caught his hand. And with a glint of steel in his eyes looked at his friend. {p} -Stop this Richie, stop, trust me. This won't solve your problems. So, what do we have? You've deal with a side-effect, but dispelled the main one too. Sandy is angry at you, because you told her everything? {p} -She knew from the start. Potion also let her read my thoughts, - Richard's face finally got an expression, and it was... a smile? {p} -What?! Excuse me, oh venerable potion master? She was reading your thoughts all this time? – Sam stopped for a second, dealing with newly discovered information, and didn't think if anything better, but laugh – She just ready your thoughts? And knew all of our plans? Great Merlin! But why are you so calm? And why aren't you stuttering? {p} -Well, - Sam thought Richie looked like he was hiding something, - she... how should I put it... She healed me from my defect. Hm... Yes, that's right. With her own... method. – Richie turned bright red and lost his tongue. {p} -Richie? Richard Grimes! Don't tell me, you and Sandy. Wow! {p}Sam though he was shocked before, but now. Still, corners of his lips started to move up into an angry smirk. {p} -Well, my friend, congratulations. You've managed to prepare a love potion, and got me to give it to a girl you like, and use her to the full potential! {p}Sam face was full of the sarcastic triumph. {p} -No! That's not how it went! I didn't know, I didn't want! – Richard started to panic, but surprisingly didn't start to stutter. {p} -Relax, I am joking. Still, this is a complete failure. Not only does your potion have a side-effect, that you can only get rid of with the intended effect, the main effect also goes both ways. You know, maybe this is to be expected and everything will go back into place now. So, let's pretend nothing of this has happened.\n\n\n\n\n\nRichard tried to summon his courage. He spent last three hours stalking Sandy, just to get her alone. It was quite late, and she went to female showers. What a strange creatures women are, going to have a shower in the middle of the night. Well, most importantly, she is alone and he can finally talk with her. He has to find out, explain to her, she has to understand that he only had science in mind. She will listen to him! {p} -Yes! – Richard told himself – She has to listen to me! And she can decide what to after, but I have to tell her everything. {p}Though, he still wasn't sure what he will tell her. Talking never was never a strong point for our young genius. Richard checked the hall once more, door to the showers was closed tightly. He couldn't hear the sound of water. And Sandy already spent an hour inside. What if something had happened to her? No, that's impossible. What could happen to her in the shower? Still, this is Hogwarts, and he cannot hear the water. But to go in? That would definitely break a few IMVOIS rules, and will most likely result in his expulsion. And how would he even get in. How? HOW?! Richard didn't finish his thought, starting at a door that suddenly appeared in front of him. Door, that he was sure, led to the girls' showers. Gathering his courage, Richard slowly opened this new door and saw a small room with a tall mirror in the middle. And in the mirror he saw girls' showers, and lying on the stone floor, fully naked Sandy. Her body moved as if she was possessed, spasming, both her hands between her legs. Eyes wide shut, face full of exhaustion. She was biting down on her lip, wrinkling and arching her back more and more, legs twisting in some surrealistic knot. Richard stepped forward, another step. And just went through the mirror, into the thick mist. Shockingly staring at Sandy, who ended up right at his feet, he thought: “Room of requirement. That is the only explanation”. For a few painfully long seconds, he looked at the girl, that captured his heart, and then, as if he decided to take a leap of faith, he breathed in and falling to the floor next to her, kissed the one he loved. Sandy opened her eyes, for a second they reflected terror, then acknowledgment, anger, rage and suddenly... Her eyes were filled with lust. She pulled Richie toward her, and maintaining their connection, quickly got rid of his belt and grabbed him by his cock, as if she though he would try to escape her. Richard, with an animal like roar, flipped her on her back and, raising Sandy's right leg entered her. Sandy responded with a long half-moan, half-scream. She was on her back, wanting more. Grasping around she found a column behind her, and grabbed it with both arms. Matching the tempo, she started to push herself toward him. Thrusts became more powerful, painfully so for both of them, but they were both too far gone to care. Suddenly, Sandy arched back and flipped Richie over, getting on top. Increasing the tempo even further. Richie (Merlin knows where he got that from) reached for her throat, grabbing her with his thin arm, that looked like that of a giant when put next to her thin neck. The ever increasing tempo got the best of both of them, and when Richie thought that another second and he will lose consciousness from the pleasure, everything has ended. Ended for both of them.\n\n{p} -Have you seen Pittsburgh's Witches? It is a beautiful play in three acts. You have to see it, - Sandy closed her eyes remembering, - Richie, it is godly, we have to see it during the break. I'll gladly watch it for a second time. {p} -Of course, Sandy! Of course we will go to see it,- Richard smiled. {p} -Eee... What is going on here? – Samuel stood still next to the table in the dining hall, Sandy and Richie were flirting at,- I mean, hi Richie, Sandy. Glad to run into you two. So you have made up, I see. {p}Sam looked at them with a hint of offence, as if he was the only one not in on the gag. {p} -Sammy, hi, - Sandy said cheerfully, - sit with us, we were waiting for you. {p} -Really? – Surprised didn't even cover how Sam felt, - So will you in Merlin's name tell me what's going on? {p} -Nothing special, we just planning how we will celebrate our successful experiment, - Richie smiled. {p} -Successful? I have a few other adjectives to describe it. How about: failure, disastrous! I have a few pages with the censored ones too! {p} -Sam, I already reported to Snape, and he graded it highly. And you got credit as my assistant. So it is our success. – Richard looked very happy with himself. {p} -What are you on about? What success? What about the side-effect? And... - Sam looked at giggling Sandy, - The both-side effect as well? {p} -Sam, - Richie looked at him with a condescending smile, - There was no side effect. {p} -What?! {p} -Yes, - Sandy interrupted, - what you boys thought was a side effect, was just a simple crush. I fell in love with only the most pure and kindhearted and truly interesting person. And I understood it, by simply reading his thoughts. There and then, while you were waiting for the results of the potion, I saw Richie's thoughts. Saw them and fell in love. With him. {p} -Aha! – Sam said triumphal, - so there was at least one side-effect! {p} -No, - Sandy continued, - there wasn't. Just you silly boys forgot about one small detail, the taste of the potion. I knew that you gave me something that moment. And, interested, decided to eavesdrop on your conversation. Luckily I have one of those Weasly's ear extenders. So once I figured what you have done and where Richie stored his brew, I just put it into his juice, right in the common room. Thankfully, like any mad scientist (Sandy barely suppressed her laughter) doesn't pay attention to little details. Like a sudden change in taste of his juice. {p} -So you have been playing with us all along? {p}Sam was so shocked, that almost started stuttering himself. But, a second later, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. {p} -You are one dangerous girl! Great job. {p} -She is a miracle, - Richie supported his friend, - So, brew team, what should we spend our prize for scientific work on? {p} -Another beer? {p} -Another beer!"
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