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Becky had successfully managed to fill the dungeon she was currently working in with a lot of smoke. Smoke that smelt somewhat like a mix between gone off eggs and cheesy feet. It was an interesting smell, she thought, as she stood in the midst of it all and inhaling (which was something she probably shouldn’t do). Maybe she should bottle it up and sell it as perfume. Troll du Cologne. It had a certain ring to it.
It was rare that a potion ever went wrong when Becky was making it. She prided herself on her abilities around a cauldron and it pained her to even admit that a potion (an experiment) had gone wrong. Man, she was going to smell of Troll du Cologne for the rest of forever.
She cleared away the smoke with a wave of her wand, glad that the smell seemed to disappear along with the horrible smell. She cleared away the ingredients, leaving the station as clean and as tidy as it was was when she first started using it. Library. She needed to find a decent spell to get rid of the stench.
Surrounded by papers and books at her favorite library table, Irene sighed again as she looked back to her potions book. Name the three most important ingredients of a Common Cure for Boils. Ugh. Potions would never be her thing. Ever.
Instead she pushed her workbook away and pulled her journal back out, starting up a rough sketch of the apple she’d brought from lunch. This. This she could do.
Just then the back doors of the library flew open, a figure rushing in, bringing with it a strong odor of…cheese? Bad cheese. Bad cheese and feet.
Irene turned around in her chair to see the cause of the commotion.
Oh, Pince was going to murder her. Everyone was looking at her, noses wrinkling and gagging and oh, she was so dead. Befouling books. Making a commotion. Starting a scene. Maybe an invisibility spell, she wouldn’t be able to see her then. She’d smell her, certainly. Just not see her. And that was better than nothing. Or would be if she had time. Charms was starting in just under ten minutes and she did not have the time to find two spells and perform them both and still make time.
She ran over to the nearest person, registering that it was a Hufflepuff, grabbed her shoulders and practically screamed into her face. “HOW DO I GET RID OF IT!?” before letting go and scanning the books around her. She glanced at the essay the girl seemed to be working on. “Oh, boils! Awesome. You want the answer to that?”
Suddenly being gripped by the shoulders and screamed at by a wild girl (with wild hair!) certainly wasn’t a common occurrence for an afternoon in the library, but hey, Irene has always wished for more spontaneity in her life.
She turned back to the taller girl, a Slytherin going by her robes, and blanked for a response for a moment. “I— uh, get rid of what?” She blinked again and looked down at her work. “And, um, the answer to…yes, I suppose?”
Becky frowned at the girl. “The smell. Obviously. Can you not smell it? I stink. I have Charms in ten minutes!” She sighed. “Maybe if I stink out the room too much Flitwick will cancel it. I suppose I can live in hope.” She grimaced. “Urgh. Watch out for Pince, will you? She’ll have me out of here in no time flat if she catches me.”
“Easy. Horned slugs, snake fangs and porcupine quills. Potions 101, that. But then again, I’m awesome at Potions. Which coincidentally got me into this mess.”
Becky had successfully managed to fill the dungeon she was currently working in with a lot of smoke. Smoke that smelt somewhat like a mix between gone off eggs and cheesy feet. It was an interesting smell, she thought, as she stood in the midst of it all and inhaling (which was something she probably shouldn’t do). Maybe she should bottle it up and sell it as perfume. Troll du Cologne. It had a certain ring to it.
It was rare that a potion ever went wrong when Becky was making it. She prided herself on her abilities around a cauldron and it pained her to even admit that a potion (an experiment) had gone wrong. Man, she was going to smell of Troll du Cologne for the rest of forever.
She cleared away the smoke with a wave of her wand, glad that the smell seemed to disappear along with the horrible smell. She cleared away the ingredients, leaving the station as clean and as tidy as it was was when she first started using it. Library. She needed to find a decent spell to get rid of the stench.
Surrounded by papers and books at her favorite library table, Irene sighed again as she looked back to her potions book. Name the three most important ingredients of a Common Cure for Boils. Ugh. Potions would never be her thing. Ever.
Instead she pushed her workbook away and pulled her journal back out, starting up a rough sketch of the apple she’d brought from lunch. This. This she could do.
Just then the back doors of the library flew open, a figure rushing in, bringing with it a strong odor of…cheese? Bad cheese. Bad cheese and feet.
Irene turned around in her chair to see the cause of the commotion.
Oh, Pince was going to murder her. Everyone was looking at her, noses wrinkling and gagging and oh, she was so dead. Befouling books. Making a commotion. Starting a scene. Maybe an invisibility spell, she wouldn’t be able to see her then. She’d smell her, certainly. Just not see her. And that was better than nothing. Or would be if she had time. Charms was starting in just under ten minutes and she did not have the time to find two spells and perform them both and still make time.
She ran over to the nearest person, registering that it was a Hufflepuff, grabbed her shoulders and practically screamed into her face. “HOW DO I GET RID OF IT!?” before letting go and scanning the books around her. She glanced at the essay the girl seemed to be working on. “Oh, boils! Awesome. You want the answer to that?”
Becky had successfully managed to fill the dungeon she was currently working in with a lot of smoke. Smoke that smelt somewhat like a mix between gone off eggs and cheesy feet. It was an interesting smell, she thought, as she stood in the midst of it all and inhaling (which was something she probably shouldn’t do). Maybe she should bottle it up and sell it as perfume. Troll du Cologne. It had a certain ring to it.
It was rare that a potion ever went wrong when Becky was making it. She prided herself on her abilities around a cauldron and it pained her to even admit that a potion (an experiment) had gone wrong. Man, she was going to smell of Troll du Cologne for the rest of forever.
She cleared away the smoke with a wave of her wand, glad that the smell seemed to disappear along with the horrible smell. She cleared away the ingredients, leaving the station as clean and as tidy as it was was when she first started using it. Library. She needed to find a decent spell to get rid of the stench.
Becky Peabody is possibly one of the happiest goths you will ever have the fortune to meet. And has the biggest addiction to caffiene, ever. More than likely she’ll be found in the dungeon stirring up some form of weird and wonderful potion. She seems to have a knack for it. She’s a very affectionate person, and tends to greet everybody, even people she doesn’t know, with hugs. Whether they want them or not. She’s fiercely loyal to those she loves (which is pretty much everybody in the school) and has a firm belief in what is right, and what is wrong. If she believe’s somebody is wrong then she will call them out on it, but is far too forgiving to be angry at them for long.
