"No one." ...[open 3rd!]

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UGH!

Draco's books flew up, his arms pinwheeling wildly before his bum hit stone and he fell backwards. He tilted one designer dragon hide boot and sneered upon sight of the expensive sole, now thick with goo and nastiness. His messenger bag had slipped from his shoulder, and it's contents spilled with the thud of books and the delicate sound of

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[r_jakobson]

Roman held up the phial. He was spattered with slime from the knees down, and the belted stack of books that dangled from his other hand seemed to have gotten completely soaked, somehow. Still, he looked completely unfazed-- almost completely unaware, in fact, of the stench or the sticky residue. "You are not duelist, are you," he asked, sounding as conversational as he was capable of. "The kicking, this is terrible strategy, and these are not true opponents. Unless you are also a stupid child, like them. Are you?"

[_draco_m_]

Draco huffed, bewildered by the blunt interjection. Working his way through Roman's accent, he made absolutely positive that yeah- he really did just say that.

Well I should certainly think not, his voice tightened with accusation, his fingertips touching his chest with emphasis,

as I am the victim here, they slicked the halls.

Crabbe and Goyle stirred and turned, hearing the tone change in Draco's voice. They paused to watch the scene from down the hall, a fistful each of Hufflepuff shirt. Between similarly curled fingers, Draco spied the uncorked phial of distilled daisy roots he had boiled just so, cut and crushed and toiled over in just the right way, and decided to change tactics. Before Roman could interject he was speaking rapidly, his eyes pointing right to it.

I think I fared pretty well for someone with a penchant for potions, don't you-, a rhetorical question and smile, and speaking of which, did you see the cork? It won't do to be exposed this long.Armed with traction, he closed a full stride between them and produced

[r_jakobson]

"You won a fight against stupid children, you say you are victim of stupid children, and you cannot defend yourself with magic enough so you must stoop to touch stupid children. You can now be trusted with dangerous potion, with no cork? You cannot even take care of the rest, because you cannot watch where you go." Roman held perfectly still, and covered the small mouth of the phial with the pad of his thumb. The acidic vapour stung a little, as he knew it would, but it was better than letting any more oxygen into the mixture.

[_draco_m_]

The skin on Draco's forehead pulled tight, his ears perking up. This kid obviously didn't know Who He Was. But he eyed the squirming thumb capping his bottle-- he needed to think quickly.

Distilling, although not difficult, took many hours of monitoring and a carefully prepared ingredient. Daisy roots were no rose petals, and he had some big plans for this magically infused draft. Being that, it was a more delicate mixture than a common distilling.

Also, he had plucked those daisies himself.

He didn't want to risk the safety of what what left of his efforts, so he decided it better to ignore Roman's remarks. Impatient, he dove a hand into his bag and withdrew 2 pieces of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum. When he felt the bold flavour hit his tongue, he could hardly contain his own smug little smirk.

You know, I wouldn't describe it as "dangerous" exactly. I might choose "unstable" though, due to it's lack of completion and.. look the burn's not going to get any better.Two fingers picked the fruity teethed rubber from his mouth and he