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LAUGHING DRAUGHT DISASTER

Seniors in Potions are working on laugh-inducing draughts. Takeru Maeda gets a little overzealous in their potion making, and the fumes hit everyone in the class (including Mr. Elmasry) very hard. Senior Potions students spend the rest of the day finding everything absolutely hilarious, and are impossible to talk sense to until well past dinner.

HOW THIS WORKS

Seniors in Potions: Anuhea, Beatrix, Cecil, Christopher, Cressida, Damon, Diego, Faye, Iris, Ivy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Kazim, Laurel, Leonardo, Magdalen, Nathaniel, Penelope, Quinn, Rafael, Ravinder, Robin, Ryan, Sun-mi, Takeru, Theresa, Ty, Wilhelmina, Xavier, Zoey

Senior potions is at 3PM, effects last until "well after dinner." That's plenty of time to wish for the icy hand of the Grim Reaper to take you and/or your classmates.

Consider the following: if someone said "Know what happens to a toad that gets hit by lightning? Same thing that happens to everything else," to one of these poor sods, they'd have to laugh at that. And then live with that fact for the rest of their lives.

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» IN POTIONS CLASS: Time to see how many synonyms for laugh you know. Remember to shame Takeru after this.

» THEREAFTER: Dinner's going to be a blast.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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At least it's a nice day? It's a very nice day. Xavier is sprawled out in the grass outside the lodge. It looks a little like he might be trying to make snow angels but without snow. Which really isn't that unusual for him, so whatever. Mostly, though, he's just writhing and giggling at everything he sees or thinks about.

The back of his head hurts. His stomach hurts. And yet the laughter still won't stop. He's praying for death to take him, but, he reasons, at least if he survives this his abs will be, like, fucking ripped from all the laughing he's doing. That's a plus, right?

Maybe if he lays here long enough, the sun will cremate him. The thought makes him snort, and the laughter bubbles up all over again.

A shadow falls over Xavier.

Reid cocks his head as he looks down at him. Sure, Xavier's weird, just like Reid's weird, but the constant giggling is a little different. Like, some laughter is very Zav, but it, you know, stops eventually. He waits until Xavier has completed his most recent bought of laughter before speaking. "You okay?"

"Nope." Xavier lengthens the vowel. If the intent was emphasis, it actually sounded more sarcastic, and despite his claim, he looks like he's having a good time. He's really not. "Help." Zav's voice cracks and the laughter comes even harder. He drags his hands down his face and holds them there until this particular spell of giggles ends.

"Okay, honestly, honestly," Xavier peeks out from behind his fingers and stares at Reid. Who always looks so handsome. And serious. Oh gosh, he's always so serious. Oh no. Now he's laughing about that. How serious and good looking his boyfriend is. But, also, he's, like, a fucking bird?? Xavier is dating a dude who's a bird. He's in love with a dude who's a bird.

Whatever thought he was trying to finish is gone, because as tears stream down his cheeks, all he can say is, "I love that you're a swan."

Reid tilts his head in the other direction. Yeah. Xavier does not seem well. Reid walks in closer, and lowers himself to his knees next to Xavier.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet," he agrees, although he's definitely distracted by the pained, hysterical laughing. He places one hand on Xavier's head. No fever. So instead he kind of awkwardly wipes at the tears all over Xavier's face. "I love that you're a pangolin."

This whole endless mirth thing is not all it's cracked up to be. Xavier wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

He catches Reid's hand in both his own and, still laughing helplessly, tries to give him as earnest a look of gratitude as he can manage, brow knit, gaze...somewhat serious. Reid's gentle concern for his well-being is incredibly moving, but all Zav can do in response is giggle at him. It's a little heartbreaking.

This is way too many things to feel at once. Where's that bottle of death syrup when you need it?

"This is the worst thing ever." He wheezes, only a little hyperbolic. Zav tries his best to keep it together. He can't. Still laughing. "I hate Potions. D'you--d'you have class left? Stay with me 'til this wears off?"

"I'll stay." Reid speaks before thinking about whether or not he has more classes. Although he's ultimately certain he doesn't, he would have agreed to stay anyway. He's already scooting around and changing his position, ready to get comfortable. Once settled, it becomes clear he has a plan, and he begins to adjust so he can rest Xavier's head in his lap.

"Here," he says as he nudges Zav to let him cradle his skull.

Xavier shuts his eyes before pushing himself up. He figures it's easier to keep from laughing if he can't see anything, but still finds himself fighting back against more giggling, anyway. After scooting back just enough to lay his head in Reid's lap, Zav opens his eyes and stares up into Reid's face. There's nothing funny about the way Reid looks at him. But this stupid potion makes Xavier want to laugh about it anyway. God, he wants to tell Reid how much he loves him, but if he opens his mouth, he'll say something stupid and there it'll all go again.

"Thanks," he says, letting a tired chuckle escape in the process.

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Xavier & Reid

Xavier & Reid

Xavier & Reid

Xavier & Reid

Xavier & Reid

Xavier & Reid