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Stefan · 09-14-2015, 03:44 PM

SPOILER!!: Owen!

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“Now is not the time to have self-doubt, young badger.” He said in a serious tone, and shortly, let out a series of chuckles. “In all seriousness though, Professor Culloden’s got a very watchful eye. He’d know if your base potion is defective or not.” A pregnant pause. “You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” He said, convincing himself as well.

“Oh and one more thing? Let’s have fun. Cheers, mate!” Ethan raised his glass, counted from one to three and gulped the contents of his goblet.

Holy winged boar. “That tasted awf—” Oops. No time to finish his sentence because Ethan looked like he was going to show and tell what he had for breakfast. The taste was definitely NOT the most pleasant out there. Probably that’s how dung tasted? Quite possible, yes.

Ethan swallowed whatever was in his mouth, as he let the empty goblet drop on the ground, and clutched his stomach. The sensation was VERY weird at first…then he felt slight pain from his joints. His vision started to blur…his hearing became stronger…and were those flies zooming past his ears? Ethan involuntarily shooed the flying insects with a good twitch, twitch of his ears. He felt his chest grow broader…his legs and grow heavier and limp…and his arms and hands felt like it was being compacted into a very tight solid container.

The Slytherin tried to talk, but his really long, stuffy tongue was in the way! He also tried to wrinkle his nose and he could swear he inhaled ANOTHER flying insect. He was curious as to how big his nostrils were really. Going back to his vision…the colours were a mess…like…he was colour blind or something, and it was as if he’s looking through a fish eye lens. Blink blink.

Going back now to his companion, Ethan tried to move but couldn’t. He felt like a huge, lump of meat sat on his big bum.

…and are those HOOVES?!?!?! “It worked!!!” he could hear himself say it, but the sound that came out of his mouth was…rather weird and interesting. “HEE-HAAAAAWWW!!!” Ethan blinked, slightly panicking as he entertained the idea of being stuck as a Donkey forever. Ethan raised what was supposed to be his right arm, and examined his hooves, then looked behind him to see his other…

MERLIN IS THAT HIS BUM AND TAIL?!?!?!

Ethan laughed at what he saw, temporarily forgetting his worry…and Owen. “HEE-HAAWW! HEE-HAAWWW! HEE-HAAWW!!” Merlin. Braying Donkey!Ethan was a sight to see indeed.

09-14-2015, 03:44 PM	#34 (permalink)
Stefan MO & DERP Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year Ministry RPG Name: Mordred Alexander Mordaunt Ecological Protection Ministry RPG Name: River Scott Reed Minister's Office x12 x12	Potions HW 1 : Post 1 Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy SPOILER!!: Owen! Quote: Originally Posted by Tazzie Yes, he was from Slytherin. Ethan and he was a seventh year. Hooray! A safer, more knowleadgeable companion! Owen's relief was about 57.99% now. Haha. The young badger was beaming now. More so because Ethan agreed! YES THANK YOU THANK YOU. Owen was nodding all the while the older boy was talking. He was game. He would wait until Ethan would be back to his normal self. Owen was sure his potion would last longer than his own anyway. "Suuure! If I myself get back to normal too, that is." Chuckle. He can only hope and trust in his brewing abilities. They were to do this now, yes? "On the count of three? ...Wait, cheers first." Of course, they were men. Men toasted. --- “Now is not the time to have self-doubt, young badger.” He said in a serious tone, and shortly, let out a series of chuckles. “In all seriousness though, Professor Culloden’s got a very watchful eye. He’d know if your base potion is defective or not.” A pregnant pause. “You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” He said, convincing himself as well. “Oh and one more thing? Let’s have fun. Cheers, mate!” Ethan raised his glass, counted from one to three and gulped the contents of his goblet. Holy winged boar. “That tasted awf—” Oops. No time to finish his sentence because Ethan looked like he was going to show and tell what he had for breakfast. The taste was definitely NOT the most pleasant out there. Probably that’s how dung tasted? Quite possible, yes. Ethan swallowed whatever was in his mouth, as he let the empty goblet drop on the ground, and clutched his stomach. The sensation was VERY weird at first…then he felt slight pain from his joints. His vision started to blur…his hearing became stronger…and were those flies zooming past his ears? Ethan involuntarily shooed the flying insects with a good twitch, twitch of his ears. He felt his chest grow broader…his legs and grow heavier and limp…and his arms and hands felt like it was being compacted into a very tight solid container. The Slytherin tried to talk, but his really long, stuffy tongue was in the way! He also tried to wrinkle his nose and he could swear he inhaled ANOTHER flying insect. He was curious as to how big his nostrils were really. Going back to his vision…the colours were a mess…like…he was colour blind or something, and it was as if he’s looking through a fish eye lens. Blink blink. Going back now to his companion, Ethan tried to move but couldn’t. He felt like a huge, lump of meat sat on his big bum. …and are those HOOVES?!?!?! *“It worked!!!”* he could hear himself say it, but the sound that came out of his mouth was…rather weird and interesting. “HEE-HAAAAAWWW!!!” Ethan blinked, slightly panicking as he entertained the idea of being stuck as a Donkey forever. Ethan raised what was supposed to be his right arm, and examined his hooves, then looked behind him to see his other… MERLIN IS THAT HIS BUM AND TAIL?!?!?! Ethan laughed at what he saw, temporarily forgetting his worry…and Owen. “HEE-HAAWW! HEE-HAAWWW! HEE-HAAWW!!” Merlin. Braying Donkey!Ethan was a sight to see indeed. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.