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Veritaserum!

VERITASERUM LESSONS

In Potions, the juniors and sophomores are being introduced to Veritaserum. Mr. Elmasry allows a few students from both years to volunteer to try it and experience the effects first hand, but warns them not to do it if they aren’t prepared for the consequences. He also advises that they not write in their journals before it’s worn off. The effects of this batch will last three hours. Be careful, it only takes ten seconds to do real damage!

As per the Harry Potter wiki: "Veritaserum is a powerful truth serum. The potion effectively forces the drinker to answer any questions put to them truthfully, though there are certain methods of resistance." The primary method of resistance is Occlumency, so unless that's something your character excels at, you're SOL. AFAIK, there's no "truth-blurting" effect to this potion, so you'll only have to divulge information if someone asks for it specifically.

WHO'S AFFECTED

Sophomores Sebastian LaCroix, Jade Otterwell, Solomon Webb and [OPEN] volunteer to take the potion.

Juniors Avery Davenport, Reece Downing, Rosemary Stoker, Veronica Powers and Kurt Wolfhart volunteer to take the potion.

Passerby Diego Morales also gets roped into taking the potion, somehow.

» Sophomore Potions Lesson: It's an IRL sophomore shitpost, now with more compulsory truth! (Sophomores in potions include: Aiden, Ariadne, Benjamin, Bianca, Calvin, Cassius, Charlotte, Cole, Fern, Frances, Gabriela, Hazel, Isabelle, Joanna, Lucas, Micah, Milo, Philippa, Ramon, Regan, Samantha, Sebastien, Solomon, Susana, Todd, William, Zachary.)

» Junior Potions Lesson: Why did you volunteer for this, you awful, awkward children? (Juniors in potions include: Adeline, Antonia, Casper, Chloe, Dominic, Ennis, Harriet, Iliya, Jacob, Jaime, Jonathan, Lachlan, Mackenzie, Marilyn, Matteo, Olivia, Oscar, Reece, Rosemary, Saira, Sofia, Ulysses, Ursula, Veronica.)

» Around the School: Without Mr. Elmasry around to discourage awkward and cruel questions, y'all on your own. (Juniors have potions first thing in the morning, and will be affected through DADA, magizoology, and part way into the lunch period. Sophomores have class right after lunch, and will be affected through artificing, aesthetic magic, and for a little while after class lets out.)

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Fortunately, Wyatt averages a vegan diet on a good day and not a cannibalistic one. Even if he did, Bash is possibly still too stringy for consideration.

"Both." Wyatt does not ask for an elaboration. But he will probably get that anyway. He motions for Bash to sit down on the bed, because they might as well get comfortable for this ~~interrogation~~ sharing session.

Damn it, he really needs to bulk up. Even cannibals wouldn't want him.

He sits down carefully. Like maybe the bed is rigged with explosives. (The bed isn't rigged with explosives, is it?)

"Physically, I'm fine? I mean, I still got like one helluva a black-and-blue on my hip from where I slammed it into my desk yesterday? But I feel like that still qualifies as fine. Like - that ain't really grievous bodily harm or nothing." God, this stuff is awful. He's even worse like this. "Mentally, less fine? Probably still fine, but less. Like, if we're grading on a sliding scale, the mental one is doing worse. Cause this is exhausting and I really want to duct tape my mouth shut. More than usual."

Wyatt raises a hand. "I promise to knock you out anytime you want me to as a last resort to keep you from dying of exhaustion from talking," he promises solemnly. But of course, only after he is done with Bash. And not any time before.

"So." Wyatt folds his legs under him, grabs a pillow and settles in for the long haul. "Now that we've established that you're doing more or less okay, we can get to the main agenda for today." Wyatt grins. "How was prom, really?"

"How 'bout yesterday? Could you knock me out yesterday?"

The obvious answer to this question was no - but posing a hypothetical question was not a lie. Which, while useless, was good to know. Seeing as half of his conversational threads were hypothetical at any given moment.

The second Wyatt grabs the pillow, any tension that had unknotted from his shoulders curls right the fuck back up. "Oh my God, Wyatt." He glares, flopping himself face-first onto the covers. "I really want to tell you that I hate you right now - but that's a huge fucking lie. You're not the actual worst either. But imagine I'm saying that too." And then quieter, mumbled. "It was nice."

Wyatt is not even a little bit deterred by the not-quite admission of hate. In fact, Bash's mumbled answer only delights him.

"Was it?" He waggles his eyebrows too. Like the dork he is. "How so? I'm assuming your answer is very definitely related to our fine-haired friend. Feel free to correct me or elaborate." He is still very definitely grinning.

It was, to be totally fair, an admission of not-hate. There was some desire there, it no follow through. It was an admission of failure, more than anything.

"You are abusing your power right now," he points out. Helpfully. Then, "Yes." Because it was. Nice. Whole experience: Very nice. Fuck, not talking is really hard. Short sentences are terrible. How do people communicate like this? Okay, new tactic. Ruining response with words. "It was a very big house with no caves in it and it had an intimidatingly large amount of books. Like - I don't think I could read that many books, even if I tried really hard. But Lu-" Shit. Abort. New topic. "Also, Gabi looked great, which is also very nice. Not that she doesn't always look great." A beat, then genuinely, "Cause she does. She's the prettiest." Well, she is. Not that - "Lucas is like super tall. Have you noticed that he's really tall? That's nice too, actually." Crap. Damn it, Wyatt. "Also my cufflinks were amazing. I'm pretty sure they're my dad's though. So I'm probably going to have to give them back."

This plan sucks.

Edited (Writing things on the bus is terrible.) 2017-05-30 11:15 (UTC)

Wyatt smirks. Honest to god smirks. Bash, you have made him so proud. He is totally abusing his power. And he's not even sorry about it. "Yes. Lucas is very tall. And very nice too. Gabi is the prettiest, that's fact. But I have questions about Lucas' niceness." Wyatt steeples his fingers. Bash, you have turned Wyatt into a cartoon villain. Steepling his fingers is a thing he does now. "Like specifically did he treat you nice? Or are we besotted with his looks? Was there long, lingering touches and meaningful glances?" All Wyatt's missing is the evil cackle really. Instead, he leans forward in rapt attention.

Edited (the worst. agreed.) 2017-05-30 11:23 (UTC)

This is not the kind of occasion where you're proud of someone. This is when you despair of someone's entire existence. When their parents give that whole shit up for lost. We have no son now, he made some bad life choices and we had to get rid of him. Unfortunate, but true.

"Who even is besotted? Nobody does that. And of course he's nice. He's usually nice. In general. So." One hand flings forward, grabbing the spare pillow and pulling it over his head. With any luck, he'll suffocate. "I didn't linger. Nobody lingered. Stop making it weird. I didn't make it weird. I don't think I made it weird." A long pause. "Fuck. What if I made it weird?"

Edited 2017-05-30 12:02 (UTC)

Wyatt gives up all pretense, lies down on his side, tucks the pillow under him and props his head up sideways to look at Bash, clearly making himself exceedingly comfortable anticipating a long, in-depth discussion about the topic at hand.

"Dude, you've got to tell me what exactly it is you did before I can make any judgments on its weirdness," Wyatt points out reasonably. "So. Spill. What did you both talk about? Or do? Or whatever?"

Wyatt can enjoy the spectacular view of Bash's slow, feathery death by pillow. From even closer now, seeing as he's thunking his head into the other boy's ribcage. Only slightly vengefully.

"Secret passages -" the words are even more garbled now. "Star Wars."

Wyatt gives a snort of amusement, clearly unrepentant. Only Bash and Lucas, really. "I highly doubt secret passages make things weird. Also, if I know Lucas at all Star Wars is probably like common and safe ground. No weirdness." He pat's Bash's head emphatically. "But that's good right! Common and safe. Can't go wrong with that. So you guys just chatted about those two things the whole night?" Wyatt asks. Which, he really wouldn't put it past Bash and Lucas to be honest. "Was there a vague expression of interest? Or even like a 'hey let's do this again some time'?"

Edited 2017-05-30 13:05 (UTC)

He doesn't want to talk about this, go away.

It might be noted that he doesn't move. Is this his bed? It might be his bed. Whatever. He's comfortable here and working on his gradual asphyxiation.

You ain't getting nothing but a groan this time around.

Okay. More head pats for you Bash. In fact, you can have as many as you want. Wyatt is sufficiently cheered by all your answers. He's feeling generous.

"For what it's worth I think you two are adorable together. There would never be a silent moment. But that's good. Silence is bad. Nobody needs silence."

His hair was already a disaster. It didn't need help, dude. Now it's like, beyond help.

"Fuck you, dude." He attempts a punch. It misses entirely. "M'not adorable."

Edited 2017-05-31 01:00 (UTC)

Wyatt tugs the pillow away from Bash. It would not help matters for Bash to asphyxiate himself. "You are. The both of you are. And the both of you together only amplifies it."

He swats the punch away. "So. More repeat occurrences, yes?"

Well, at the very least, it's much easier to thwack Wyatt in the chest with unimpeded vision. So that's a bonus. Minor advantage to not dying discovered.

It takes him a minute, spare hand clamping over his mouth, before he grins victoriously.

"Nah." The grin widens. Obnoxiously.

Wyatt gapes. "What," he says, uncomprehending. "Why the hell not?"

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