Fine by me. I'm not one for cards.
Thu Mar 9, 2017 20:35

Taking a clean handkerchief out of his pocket, Lucien began polishing his knife, watching Danny intently as the younger boy stirred their potion. Just because he’d offered him the chance didn’t mean he trusted him enough to take his eyes off of him; the school wasn’t very big to begin with, and the number of students whom he trusted to be as diligent as himself was even smaller. Namely, one and a half. One being Nick, of course - he couldn’t live with him seven years and not come out of feeling like he had a strong sense of how his fellow Draco worked - and the half being Justin, with whom he shared a mutual dislike yet simultaneous respect, although his propensity to land in detention was less than ideal.

So Danny wasn’t the best option as a potions partner, but at least he was being polite - right now. He had been pretty irritating when they first started the assignment. Showing off frivolously with nonverbal magic; mocking him when he’d inquired with complete sincerity about whether he was familiar with handfuls as a measurement system (hands being a technique that Lucien expected most students to struggle with since, just like pinches and sprinkles, it fell into the category of abstract measures). But that was the difference two years made, he supposed. Not that Lucien had ever acted like that, but now that the potion was underway and he was thinking a little clearer, he could accept it as immaturity.

His opinions of Danny were helped when he asked for his input on who the spellcasting should fall on. That was surprisingly considerate. Unsurprisingly, Lucien’s confidence in his partner (already lower than average) (and his average was low to begin with) sunk back the opposite direction when he admitted his disinterest in the potion, although he couldn’t entirely deny appreciating that Danny had been upfront about it... although it was also unnecessary. Because obviously Lucien cared more. That was a given. “You show yourself as more than competant,” he acknowledged, tone souring a bit begrudgingly at the reminder of Danny’s nonverbal display. “While I disagree with the premise of partnered potion-making, I’m not about to jeopardize it, either. You should cast it. But we need to remove it, now. Cooling will take a while.”

He helped Danny move the cauldron off the heat and then stared at it a moment, mentally reviewing the potion’s steps, which he had, as usual, already committed to memory. Lucien’s brain was probably three-quarters potions procedures by now, neatly tucked away in what he envisioned as a filing cabinet stretched out endlessly. “We shouldn’t prep the polygonatum yet. It has the best results if mashed promptly before being added.” He fell silent again. It was never difficult to keep himself occupied with his own thoughts, and he expected Danny could just do the same to pass the time while they waited for it to cool. They didn’t exactly have anything in common to talk about, anyways.

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    • Fine by me. I'm not one for cards. - Lucien, Thu Mar 9 20:35
      • You shock and astound me - Danny, Sat Mar 11 15:08
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        • You I find less surprising - Lucien, Sun Mar 12 23:06
          For the entire duration that they waited, Lucien moved only twice. The first was merely a startled reaction when Danny pulled out a thermometer too early. Having spent much of his free time during... more
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