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Sep 14, 2017 07:16PM
"Dang it." Madeline swore under her breath in German. "Are you feeling better?"
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Roblin nodded numbly, shaking. "Thanks," He mumbled. "What happened?"
"You went crazy." Madeline started slowly. "And you said I'm beautiful. And you asked if you wanted to make out with me." She added, muttering under her breath.
"Haha, no, really," Roblin said as he turned to face her, a light blush filling his cheeks. He wiped some of the ash off his face, succeeding in smudging it even more.
"Yeah. I'm not joking." Madeline said, eyebrows furrowed together, only laughing when the ash got smudged.
Roblin, realising she was serious, immediately flushed bright red. "T-the balls had a chemical in them. I-it's explosive, but extra dangerous because of the... side-effects when inhaled," He said, trying to explain best he could while stammering and blushing like a fool.
Madeline smiled. He was so cute when he was stammering like a fool. "'Well then, next time when I say nothing explosive, you should listen to me."
He grabbed her arm. "Just understand, that t-the chemical makes a person act... um... exactly the opposite, okay? So nothing could be read into that." He lied quickly, feeling a bit guilty.
"Right." Madeline said sarcastically, eyebrow raised. "If that would happen, then why would you risk putting it in? Also, does that mean you hate me?"
"No! I would never hate you!" Roblin said, blushing even deeper red. "And I thought..." He rubbed the back of his neck guiltily. "I just thought... well, you were always saying how good I was with the potions, and I figured if I could pull it off..."
"Well, doesn't everybody make mistakes?" Madeline pointed out. If every time she made a mistake she cut a small piece of skin, she would be bare flesh by now. "Besides, at least you didn't blow up my room."
((I didn't read the 'if' in that sentence... 0.0))"That's an improvement," Roblin pointed out, grinning. He suddenly sat up. "Wait, the potion!" He slid off the bed, kneeling next to the cauldron. The sparkling black potion now had moving silver streaks swirling through it, some threatening to flow out of the mixture entirely in a smoke like substance.
(( :| ))"Roblin..." Madeline's rising volume of her voice brought a higher edge to it. "My room better not explode."
Roblin remained silent, watching the smoke curl out of the mixture. "I think we should move to the roof then," He said finally, packing up the notes scattered on the floor. "It's only a..." He seemed to go into a coughing fit mysteriously. "75% chance of it blowing up." He said through fake coughs, not looking at her.
"75%!" Madeline exclaimed, hearing him perfectly well. "How can you try the experiment knowing that there is a more than 50% chance that you could blow up my very house!" She was enraged at Roblin for not being considerate, but she didn't really want to do the extra credit alone, so she sighed, deciding to put up with him for now.
"Hey, I'm no amateur, alright?" Roblin frowned, brushing past her to get to her stair, his arms overflowing with pages and bottles. "I had the situation under control."
"Right." Madeline said distractedly, mind replaying the scene where Roblin had asked whether he could make out with her or not. She tried to shake the feeling off. "Hey, where are you taking those pages and bottles?" She asked, turning around.
"To your roof. Explosions and dangerous chemicals are better controlled in a situation where potentially fatal mistakes can be chucked off the building," Roblin replied without blinking an eye.
"Right," Madeline said, grabbing her notebook and a few sleep masks before heading up onto the roof behind Roblin. "Do you need help carrying anything?"
"Yeah, could you grab the cauldron?" Roblin called over his shoulder. "Oh, don't inhale the fumes," he reminded her. "Or spill it. Or touch it," He finished.
Madeline winced as Roblin said spill. She hated spilling things, especially on her beautiful carpet. So, she put on gloves, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before walking up the stairs slowly, levitating the cauldron behind her. She almost grunted when she first picked it up, it was heavy.
Roblin came back down the stairs empty-handed, nearly crashing into Madeline. "Oh! Sorry," He said sheepishly. Then, "You want any help?"
"No." Madeline moved aside to avoid Roblin bumping into her. She levitated the cauldron slowly, trying not to spill or inhale it's contents.
"Oh," Roblin stood in the stairwell awkwardly. "Um, you sure? I've got nothing better to do..."
"I've got this," Madeline said, heading up the last few steps with the cauldron.
Roblin stood awkwardly in the stairwell before following Madeline up. He had already set out the bottles on the wall, in an system only he understood. "You can set it down right there," He said, gesturing to the center.
"Okay." Madeline quickly telekinetically swiped the cauldron to where Roblin pointed at, absolutely exhausted from using the skill more than she normally did. She then moved aside and waited to watch Roblin in action.
Roblin peered over the top, checking that it was still the same metallic tint. "Okay! Not blown up. Good. Good," He mumbled, grinding a plant in his hand. He added it to the mixture, using a light breeze to keep the mixture stirring as he searched for the next ingredient.
"Please don't explode," Madeline muttered repeatedly under her breath. She had lived in enough places to cherish the one she currently lived in. She crossed her fingers and forced a smile.
Roblin didn't notice her, simply nodding weakly in her direction. Squeezing shimmering drops from a weirdly wrinkly strip, he sped up the wind. The potion started stirring faster.
"What are you trying to do?" Madeline asked, even though she was pretty sure it would explode, she still wanted Roblin's clarification on what he just added.
"You know how oil and water separate if you put them in the same bottle?" Roblin asked, wiping his hands on his cloak. "Basically, we need to keep the ingredients together before they start doing that. It's pretty hard, but that's when we add the star." He nodded towards the stacks of jars.
"Okay, understood." Madeline nodded. She understood some of what Roblin was saying, but she just had some distracted problems. She looked towards the almost infinitely high wall of jars, sighing.
Roblin glanced at her over the cauldron. "The orangey one, remember?" He said quickly, then turned back to the mixture. The wind was picking up, blowing some loose ingredients off the ground. Roblin tried to hide the numb feeling he was getting, he knew he was over-extending himself.
"Yes, the yellowy, orangy one." Madeline shouted back. She was worried he couldn't hear her over the sound of the wind. She was extremely worried about the experiment and hoped that her house wouldn't end up in ashes.
"Don't forget the gloves!" Roblin added quickly, not wanting any more trips to the infirmary. "Just drop it right in the center of the vortex." He checked the papers one last time.
"Right." Madeline placed on gloves and handed it to Roblin. Madeline took a large gulp and dropped it in the center of the spinning vortex.
Roblin dropped the winds, falling backwards to sit down. He held his breath as the orange light was snuffed out by the water.
Madeline smiled and held her breath as well, hoping that the experiment would be more than just a beautiful sight.
Roblin watched as the star didn't resurface. "That's not good," He admitted.
"What do you mean?" Madeline hoped that it meant that the star wasn't going to explode.
"You might want to take the star out," Roblin said slowly, not wanting to freak Madeline out. "Like, right now," He added, unable to hide the hysteria creeping into his voice.
"What? I'm not going to reach into your freakish explosive potion!" Madeline squealed. She immediately shut her mouth, quickly thinking about the different options she had in this.
"You're the one with gloves!" Roblin argued. "Would you rather I burned the skin off my hands?!" He said, inching away from the cauldron.
"Fine!" Madeline shouted back, plunging her hand into the cauldron and reaching for the star. It was quite hot, and she shrieked and outburst of profanity in German before she looked around for the empty jar to no avail.
Roblin noticed her panic and lunged for the largest ingredient jar he could find, unscrewing the lid. Thick slimy maggots the size of bricks fell out, crashing by his feet. He gagged and held the now empty jar out to Madeline.
Madeline winced as large maggots crawled around her roof, but still quickly dumped the star into the jar, reaching for the lid from Roblin. "Ça alors je te déteste!" She shouted in French, meaning something somewhere along the lines of "gosh I hate you" as she crawled onto the floor, looking for the maggots.
Roblin looked at her blankly, tossing the lid her way. "Okay, I'm going to pretend you just said 'Oh thank you Roblin, ever so much!" He stomped on the tail end of a maggot, just before it took a large bite out of his notes.
Madeline found some more and threw them into the jar, wincing when she picked another one up, not liking the texture or the appearance of those slimy maggots. They all made her want to puke.
Roblin used a gust of wind to scoop the rest up, chucking them in a pile next to the cauldron. "You're welcome," He said moodily, taking the jar from her and screwing the lid on tight before setting it with the other stars.
