55 Concoct and Conduct

"What the fuck El? Have you lost your mind?"

Midst the noisy chaotic place of the Grand Hall, three teens make their way inside, where Justin came into the front of Elliot's view, exclaiming in confusion and a hint of anger.

"No I have not..... -yet"

Elliot cracked a joke, but no one laughed and he just grinned embarrassed. "Cmon, it will help me in some ways-" He continued when no one responded. The two will not understand it yet. As they don't know that those two are some manipulating men that uses legilimency to access one's thoughts. And it's better for Elliot to get 100 points deducted, and a mere detention. As presumably, if the two gets interviewed by Snape and Albus, they will definitely use legilimency on Justin and Tasia, hence will know about Core Enhancing. Which Elliot definitely doesn't want to happen.

"And how so? It can help you in 'some ways'? " Tasia asked then who was also pissed by his action, yet also partly thankful in some ways.

"I don't know, maybe annoy him since he hates me.. or give the Weasley twins some information on how to prank him," Elliot answered not so serious about the topic. Tasia expression changed a bit, after being friends with the twins, theyve been doing several pranks now, and indeed, shes a girl of mischief, so seeing that Snape will be pranked, is obviously amusing, just imagining it is already actually amusing. But still... she kept quiet as she just smiled a bit. Justin wasn't just getting how playing pranks or annoying the bat is 'useful' where it might possibly add some deduction of points further. He just grunted sighing, sitting on the Ravenclaws table parted away from each other.

Elliot didn't really have plans though. He doesn't actually plan to prank the bat or anything. He just made some excuses. Cause fuck that guy, who wants to prank that corny edgy emo-y boomer.

I know, he knows, we knows, the time will be wasted. But it's only 2 hours anyway. One thing to consider though is his boredom. He doesn't know if Snape's office have anything to offer, books and whatsoever, probably gonna deduct some points if Severus see him doing something with his personal stuff.

There was few minutes left before he needs to get his ass down there, so eating a good portion of his food, he sent goodbye to the two going to the dark cold dungeon.

He neither like this place or love it. It's not that noisy since rarely people come here to hangout. But the coldness it produce is really annoying sometimes. It's also very dark. But doing shitty things and sneaking out can be useful since it's more harder to see the person. There are other more things than that, pros and cons, but his thoughts was cut when he saw the waving black cotton robes of the man noticeable in the front door of the dungeon office.

Elliot cleared his throat, closing in each seconds as his stomp on the cobblestone floor makes Severus already aware he's there. Arriving at the closed wooden door, he knocked 3 times, to immediately get a response.

"Get in"

Like usual, it was deep, nonchalant yet hateful one. Elliot shrugged opening the big door, seeing the staring Snape on his eyes like piercing it with his own. Elliot gulped, Snape speaking once again.

"Don't dare do anything silly in my office, or maybe you're interested for how deep a punishment can be.."

The crooked nose man smirked, going back to his demeanor. "Sit... in that table"

He pointed one of the row table in between. Elliot obediently got to the chair uninterested face and aura surrounding him. Snape sneered getting annoyed yet amused by his presence.

Silence.

The scribbling of inks to the parchment paper written by the dark professor, the chime of the clock, the wind that blows inside, and the faraway noise of the students in the dungeon, are the only things you can hear within the room. Breath maybe.

The office, for your information, is different from the Potion Classroom. The office designs depends on what the professor likes. And here, unlike what most student thinks of what Snape's office looks like, dark and vampire like, it was rather more formal and a proper fitting office to spend your time. It was just about half the size of a subject classroom, there are several shelf in the wall, accompanied by the potions he probably usually make or experiment to. There's some paintings in the other wall, as well as a board full of parchment papers pinned, the messy handwriting input in every paper, assumingly that it's the recipes of the potion he possibly make himself or just some notes of an already made Potion.

There's four lamps. In the side of the shelves in the same place, brimming with white color lighting up the room. In the left side is a door, presumably where the bathroom is. There's no windows as usual. And there's a box with different jars, full of different ingredients. As Elliot saw that, his eyes were in immediate hunger. How fun is it to be a Potion Master..

In the middle is the mahogany dark desk, and a comfortable chair behind where the greasy haired man sits.

"Don't I have anything to do?" Elliot, middle of silence accidentally blurted his thoughts out of the blue. Realizing, he grunted at himself pinching.

('I should have not said that...')

Snape meanwhile, turned to look at the fairly tall boy, bearing a disrespected face.

"I don't care if you are in boredom Mr. Demetrius.."

He answered strict, going back to his quill to grade the essay papers of whatever year is it.

Elliot, now in the topic, asked for more.

"Aren't detentions supposed to have some punishment or something... sir?" Elliot shrugged, as it's common sense that detentions here at Hogwarts of course are always accompanied by punishments. He still remembered when he got detention by the pink fucking frog, Umbridge, his weak and frail body back then, after using the 'special quill' that writes on your body, he was immediately sent in to the infirmary.

"Tsk..."

It was the only thing muttered by the bat, sneering in low voice that most cannot reach. It's terrific really if youre in the dungeon then you suddenly hear it. Elliot though was not really affected by his demeanor that most are afraid of. He already have seen Death Eaters and Voldemort himself back then, and this one is just another likes of them.

"Very well Mr. Demetrius, as much how every professor here... despises you-"

Elliot almost laughed, putting his lips back in his mouth to keep it in, as Snape saw the movement, continuing with his exaggerations. Fake exaggerations.

"-Despises you, for your overzealous number of essays... within this detention, write me a detailed description of..."

"Wiggenweld Potion.." The man once again harbored the annoying smirk of his, as everyone knows the potion is learn in later months of the first year. Might as well one of the hard ones as its effect is the opposite of the Sleeping Draught.

But Elliot smirked also, but discreetly, facade in his face showing a fake worried one. Which made the dungeon bat foolishly grow his smirk, oh well. Poor him. He must be thinking right now that Elliot doesn't know it.

It's a relatively easy one for Elliot actually. He already did it one time back when he was still training with his master, one of the first teachings Archaic gave even though it's considered hard for starters. But the only thing he needed to do is make an essay about it, not actually perform it and make the potion, so it's 100x more easier.

The tables have a small cabinet below, so Elliot opened his, where the extra parchment papers are stored. Grabbing several of them, he brought out his quill with an ink that was customed to not run out, and soon started writing.

Snape mouth made an 'oh' interested one, seeing the boy is actually doing it. But his mind is objective that some insolent boy that just foolishly gone onto the Forbidden Forest, praised by everyone, can make an essay that detailed that even some 2nd or 3rd years still find hard to make and explain.

Time passed sooner than expected, and both scribbles of the two are still the only sound that was being accomplished in the room. As an hour and quarter before the curfew passes, Elliot stood up getting the attention of Severus.

"I'm done.."

Elliot muttered, enough for Severus to hear. Who smirked grumpily, "I assume it was very hard for you is it? Its very dumb of you to bring several papers here trying to trick me that you actually wrote an essay that long.." The man smugly answers like he obviously caught the trick. In truth, it was really not, Elliot did really wrote an essay 'that long'. And was not just some fake paper he included.

Elliot only shrugged uninterested of his bullshit, giving the papers waiting beside him in an enough distance to not feel his cold aura.

Snape amusingly dropped the quill he's using, grabbing the papers of the boy, scanning the beautiful handwriten sentences in the parchment. Clearing his throat coughing, he convinced himself that it was all a petty trick, and was just nonsense. For few minutes of reading the essay, his eyes was deep in thought. He was surprised yet also was not delighted. It was all correct. And he had the urge to even go look for a book since some of it, he doesn't even remember that it was a feature. But his pride didn't let him be seen by the boy grabbing a book just to check a 'petty essay'.

He coughed looking a bit embarrassed, possibly, bit flustered. He looked at the boy who seems really had no hard time writing it. Grunting in reverse disappointment and dissatisfaction, he spoke then.

"You can go now," Snape finally said the thing, as Elliot smiled widely, immediately grabbing his special quill back in the desk, smirking behind the man. ('Gotcha you greasy ass bitch')

What a fun moment.

It was pretty early, since there's still a quarter left, it must have been Snape annoyance of his presence letting him leave than the supposed time. To be honest, Elliot doesn't know how the fuck he's hated by that guy. Is it because of his 'charming brimming beautiful' green eyes? Cmon Snape, its not even close to Harry's one or Lily, his eyes are more darker in comparison.

As Elliot grabbed his stuff, he stopped for a moment by the doorstep.

"By the way, the second Potion experiment on the right of your board, replace Chizpurfles Fangs with a Stewed Mandrake, mix it after 2 minutes of putting It in counter clockwise. Before bottling it, left it in an ice water for 10 minutes, then store in the vial.. "

It was all he said, smirking, then exiting without any further listening to Snape who was confused as fuck, about to mutter a question.

He checked his board, where a pinned parchment paper to the right, an experiment he had been doing since months ago, but was left since he didn't know how to solve it. He still recalled what the boy said. Replace, mixing, before bottling..

He stood up, interested and flabbergasted.

Taking the right recipes, and also replacing the 'wrong Chizpurfles Fangs' with a Stewed Mandrake, he started concocting, doing the things Elliot said, as he felt hesitant, silly, and embarrassed he's following Elliot's instructions. Coming to realization that it's all just some pranks.

He sighed, disappointed at himself for being that gullible for years. He dropped his wand at the table, about to stop the fire below the cauldron where the wasted ingredients are inside.

Until, it bubbled, a sign it was done successfully.