Drabble: [Arashi] 30. Crack
Title: 30. Crack
Pairing/Rating: Aiba+science, G
Word Count: ~330
Summary: Hogwarts!Arashi continues! In which Aiba has a very odd relationship with Professor Snape.
Aiba went through cauldrons like most people went through quills.
The sound of everyone else leaving for their next classes filtered around him as he poked morosely at his latest cracked victim. The experiment hadn't exactly done what he'd wanted it to; the potion was supposed to give off a calming, soothing blue vapor that could serve in a medicinal capacity. Instead, it'd exploded.
But at least it'd exploded in a shower of rainbow sparkles! Aiba brightened as he cleaned up -- maybe he could replicate it somehow, make it a small take on a fireworks potion, or something to use for good cheer on a rainy day…
"Aiba," Professor Snape's voice intoned lowly in a tone of long, long suffering. The good (or as Nino liked to say, very, very bad) Professor had, of course, inhaled a good deal of the mess. Aiba thought it was a shame that the powder appeared to not be mood-enhancing based on the colour and vivacity of the sparkles, because Snape did not look happy.
"Professor!" Aiba beamed nevertheless. "Isn't it fascinating? It did completely the opposite of what I intended it to do! I'm so excited--"
"Aiba," Snape said again, rubbing at his forehead as though he was in physical pain. "If you were not, on very rare occasions, one of the best Potions students I have ever had in one of my NEWT classes, I would endeavor to call you worse than Neville Longbottom."
Aiba widened his eyes slowly. "But Professor, it's SCIENCE. It's good to make mistakes! Because it's SCIENCE."
"It's not science, for god's sake, how many times do we have to tell you it's magic--" Snape looked, very suddenly, as though he'd given up. He continued in a flat drone. "Ten points to Gryffindor for inventiveness. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for another near disaster. Detention with me at the end of the week, scrubbing any cauldron you have not yet managed to incinerate. Carry on."
Aiba grinned.
Only five points lost this time! He was on a roll.
cry
Pairing/Rating: Aiba+science, G
Word Count: ~330
Summary: Hogwarts!Arashi continues! In which Aiba has a very odd relationship with Professor Snape.
Aiba went through cauldrons like most people went through quills.
The sound of everyone else leaving for their next classes filtered around him as he poked morosely at his latest cracked victim. The experiment hadn't exactly done what he'd wanted it to; the potion was supposed to give off a calming, soothing blue vapor that could serve in a medicinal capacity. Instead, it'd exploded.
But at least it'd exploded in a shower of rainbow sparkles! Aiba brightened as he cleaned up -- maybe he could replicate it somehow, make it a small take on a fireworks potion, or something to use for good cheer on a rainy day…
"Aiba," Professor Snape's voice intoned lowly in a tone of long, long suffering. The good (or as Nino liked to say, very, very bad) Professor had, of course, inhaled a good deal of the mess. Aiba thought it was a shame that the powder appeared to not be mood-enhancing based on the colour and vivacity of the sparkles, because Snape did not look happy.
"Professor!" Aiba beamed nevertheless. "Isn't it fascinating? It did completely the opposite of what I intended it to do! I'm so excited--"
"Aiba," Snape said again, rubbing at his forehead as though he was in physical pain. "If you were not, on very rare occasions, one of the best Potions students I have ever had in one of my NEWT classes, I would endeavor to call you worse than Neville Longbottom."
Aiba widened his eyes slowly. "But Professor, it's SCIENCE. It's good to make mistakes! Because it's SCIENCE."
"It's not science, for god's sake, how many times do we have to tell you it's magic--" Snape looked, very suddenly, as though he'd given up. He continued in a flat drone. "Ten points to Gryffindor for inventiveness. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for another near disaster. Detention with me at the end of the week, scrubbing any cauldron you have not yet managed to incinerate. Carry on."
Aiba grinned.
Only five points lost this time! He was on a roll.
cry