Pierre uncorked a black bottle. He sighed at least Dora would brew and antidote he just hoped that Emelda wouldn't take advantage of him. "Well ladies as it is said 'bottoms up!" he put the bottle to his mouth and drank down the hot potion. It felt like drinking firewhisky. Pierre began to cough now he remember why he always avoided that famed drink. He sore under his breath it felt like blood running through his veins until true joy came over him. "Hello ladies!" he said walking over to Dora and Emelda "Today is a fine day!"

Dora smiled as Emelda joined her by the cauldron. Looking back to Pierre she watched as he took the potion and drank it down. Taking the bottle from him she used the charm to tell her what the ingredients were and set off brewing the antidote."So, Pierre, how are you feeling?" she asked with a smile.

"Well Dora I feel great...all is bliss" said Pierre smiling brightly he hugged Emelda "look at us Dora! We're happy!" he said kissing Emelda on the cheek. He hugged her tighter then suddenly let her go. "How about this? We all stop working and have fun" he conjured three comfortable chairs a table and tea.

Quentan hurried down the corridor of Level Nine, his note from the Healer clutched in his hand. He had, unfortunately, missed a few days of work due to a mild case of dragon pox, but he knew Miss Glass would certainly forgive him that given his Healer's excuse. After all, she was the best boss ever. He did not, however, want to be late on his first day back at work, hence the rushed pace.

As he stepped through the Locked Room, the first thing Quentan noticed was several new faces. Normally he would be the first to offer an exuberantly warm welcome, but as he was running late and was a bit distracted, he instead flashed them each a wide grin and acknowledging nod as he further glanced about the room. Hmmm... no sign of Miss Glass? Or his nickname buddy? He started to panic slightly. What if he was contagious when he last worked and gave them dragon pox? Quentan glanced back over to the new faces, giving them a nervous smile, before heading towards Emelda, still one of the newer employees but one he at least recognized. "Er... where's Miss Glass?" he asked her in a hushed tone, so as not to disturb the work of his co-workers. What were they doing anyway?

Dora resisted the urge to giggle at the man and said, "Yes, I am sure you do feel excellent. I am afraid I cannot stop working to have fun just yet. As soon as I finish this erm... concoction for the nerves I shall join you." Love potions... what a funny funny thing.

Hearing another employee enter the room and address Emelda, Dora turned form the cauldron to see a new face. Wiping her hands on her robes she turned and said, "Hello there. Dora Druery, the new Division Head. Who might I ask are you?" After being sure her hands were free of all potion ingredients she stuck it out to shake the man's.

Emelda was watching what Dora was doing when she felt arms being wrapped round her she looked and saw Pierre hugging her she giggled quietly and was about to say something when he kissed her on the cheek she suddenly thought to herself he KISSED me! she shook her head realising it would be the potion and not that he actually liked her, she felt his grip get tighter and she started to cough, he suddenly let go and conjured up three chairs she looked at him with a kind expression and asked "why don't you sit down and we will be along in a min?"

Emelda heard footsteps and looked towards the door, Quentan had returned she gave him a small smile and was about to reply when Dora got there first she gave him a small polite nod and said "Nice to see you Quentan," she continued to watch what Dora was doing whislt asking "Dora how do you know when the potion is right?"

Dora was waiting on the man to respond when Emelda spoke up. "Oh, umm... if I am not mistaken it will take on a lavender tinge and then it will be done. If you could take over the stirring for me that would be great. We are going to let this potion run it's course so that we can determine how long exactly it effects the drinker. We are simply brewing this antidote in case there are.. erm.. side effects as there have been with the last few. Now it's three closkwise stirs, wait 10 seconds and then stir counter clockwise once, then repeat." she said to her with a smile.

Hmm... new employees are great.

"Potions!" yelled Pierre jumping up and down "I love Potions!' he began to clap as he walked over to the cauldron "Can I make one?! Please!" he asked Emelda with a smile "Or I can help! Yes I can help!' he yelled proudly "for I am the greatest potions master ever!"

Emelda conjoured a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote down what Dora had told her, "ok" she said and took over the stiring "one...two...three count to ten" she began to count to herself.

Pierre had begun to get quite excited and Emelda hid her smile she had noticed that when he drank a potion he was very confident around women but if not he was shy like a little mouse cute she thought

Pierre saw Emeleda count. He too began to count. "One..two..." he smiled and hugged Emelda again "Oh c'mon let's dance! he whispered softly with a smile. "Please!

Emelda chuckled to herself and continued with the stiring as Dora had requested, She turned to Pierre and asked kindly "you are so confident at the moment Pierre, its a shame your not like this all the time" she heard him whisper to her and she replied back in a whisper "Pierre i can't i have to keep stiring like Dora asked me too" with her free hand she placed it on his shoulder.

Pierre frowned "I am a confident man always Emelda!" He watched her make the potion then looked up whispering "why did you say that?" Suddenly he felt worried....Usually he was confident! He sir he was!

Dora watched the situation closely and took some notes on her legal pad. It seemed that Pierre had a thing for Emelda or... it was simply the potion playing tricks on the mind. Awww she so wished she could test potions and go all crazy in love... but she was married after all and Silas would surely frown upon that type of behavior.

Pierre's eyes suddenly became blank as he stood rooted on the spot. It looked like he had just seen a dementor. He began to smile to himself whilst giggling like a school girl.

Noting the blank look on Pierre's face followed by that creepy giggle and smile Dora then approached him slowly. "Pierre, are you alright?" she asked tentatively.

He turned to Dora and giggled "I-I" he began laughing "c-can't -s-stop!" Pierre sound like he was about to panic through his laughter. The laughing got louder even when tried covering his mouth he couldn't stop himself. "An-t-tidote!"

Emelda had continued to stir the potion when all of a sudden she heard laughing she turned around and saw Pierre laughing like a little school girl, Dora had hurried over to him and he tried covering his mouth but that was not working Emelda kind of shouted to Dora over Pierre's laughing "Do you think this potion is ready Dora? it looks to be i think?" Emelda had a small smile on her face Pierre was quite fun to be around.

Dora glanced over at the antidote and nodded her head. "Yes, it looks just rigth dear." Dora shouted back to Emelda.

Pierre felt Emelda cover his mouth which caused him to laugh harder. He could feel himself losing breath "he-lp!"

"H-h-elp me!" he said through tears of laughter trying to breathe though he couldn't.

Emelda nodded over to Dora and conjoured a goblet she poured some of the potion into the goblet and handed it to Pierre, "here drink this" she offered him the goblet "it should help with the laughing"

He quickly took the goblet and drank down it contents though they tasted worse than a polyjuice potion. Pierre took deep breaths "t-t-thanks" he said conjuring a couch and taking a seat "I'm dizzy...I'll be up in a mo-ment" he yawned and looked up at the women "who's next?"

Dora furrowed her brow as she watched Pierre go up and down... literally. His uncontrollable giggles and now he was complaining of dizziness. Who knew that testing love potions could be so detrimental to ones health?!

Turning to smile at Emelda she walked closer and patted her on the back. "Very nicely done, Emelda. Very nice indeed. You are a pretty good potioneer, I must say." she praised the woman before making her way to Pierre.

As she reached the couch she perched herself on the arm of it and looked down at him. "Are you feeling okay? That one seemed to have an odd side effect, eh. Maybe you want to lay off of the potions for a while today?" she asked more than told him. She was rather maternal these days and had a sudden urge to pat him on the head... but she refrained from it.

Pierre shook his head "I'm fine really just give me a half hour" he managed to give her a weak smile and turned to Emelda "I admit I'm impressed..."

Emelda smiled slightly at Dora and replied "thank you" she listened to Dora speak to Pierre and asked "did you want me to try a potion now then Dora?"

Emelda walked over towards Pierre as she did she conjoured up an empty goblet and some water and offered it to him "here have some water your throat must be dry Pierre," she listened to him say he was impressed with her she smiled kindly at him and whispered in his ear "thank you Pierre."

Pierre blushed and cleared hos throat "no problem Emelda....thank for the water" he took the goblet and drank the contents.