[ As Grell lists off the ingredients, the nurse carefully picks out the correct bottle, Summoning them towards her with the Accio charm.
He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
[ Hearing Grell's voice and then seeing her face has William sitting up with a relieved look. It's an odd thing for him to feel at all, even more so in regards to Grell. Still, he eyes the bottles warily. Very rarely does medicine taste good, much less that it will heal you! And after that tea, he's not keen on drinking something new. ]
[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
[ William's just starting to drink the potion when Grell makes that last comment. Thus, he nearly chokes on it. Despite the softened feelings he's had towards her this last hour, the new nickname earns her a glare. ]
Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
[ Despite the disappointed, vaguely whiny hum that elicits, she's still grinning with amusement! Though that does give way to some pity, with how difficult a time he has taking that potion. ]
[ With a cheer, she her hands join with a clap-- until he shoves that bottle into her hand, that is! ]
Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
[ With a yelp, she reels under the affliction of his fist, hands cupping over her newly sore spot. ]
I was horrified that I very well may have! I-- I feel... dreadful about it.... [ Eyesight affixed to her knees, it's apparent that she's actually genuine in saying so, too! ]
[ Ouch-- so icy, she can nearly feel a shiver spark down her spine! She softly gasps, as though it had.
After all, she doesn't wish to actually abide by that! ]
Will, please don't-- I'm sorry!
[ She's frozen in place until she sees him disappear beyond the door - but then, she's up to dart after him, chair skidding behind her. Perhaps she's already missed him, though. ]
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Uhm. Rose petals. Strawberry juice and apple juice, with seeds... basil leaves, ginseng... Vanilla, red wine... I think that's it...
[ Rubbing the side of her neck, she reminds herself that she doesn't care what the instructors think, but-- ]
You won't tell him, will you?
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He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
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Maybe. I just wanted to show him that it isn't so bad to let one's guard down once in a while, you know? He's such a stubborn boy.
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She leads them back to the bed where William is lying down, hand rubbing at his forehead. He looks a tad better, but far from cured. ]
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Thank you, madam!
[ Merrily following behind, she plops back into the chair once they're reached William's bedside. ]
These ought to do the trick, darling!
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Come now, it will help! You must feel dehydrated all all that, besides, mm?
[ Batting her lashes at him, she offers her cutest smile. ]
If it tastes bad, we'll just have to find something to sweeten you up~♥
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[ Huffing slightly, he gives in and takes the first dose of medicine. It doesn't taste nearly as bad as that tea did, but he still frowns after swallowing all of it. ]
I have to take two things?
[ He thought he just had nausea, so what could this second one be for? ]
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[ Not a lie, really. Grell doesn't exactly know where she went wrong with her potion, so... ]
You can do it, big boy~
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Do not call me that.
[ Back to drinking that potion again. How long til it rights his mind, though? ]
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Even when it's just the two of us~?
[ Even under the influence of a love potion, he's still very much himself. It's positively delightful, really... An affirmation that she'd never lose interest! ]
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[ A bit of a huff and he's slowly drinking more of the potion. This one is exceptionally bitter and has him pulling a face almost akin to the one he'd made at the tea. It gives him zero hope that it will make anything better! ]
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Just knock it back, dear!
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I think I'll be quitting tea. At least for a good while.
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Coffee it is, then!
[ Reaching into her coat pocket, she procures a strawberry-filled chocolate candy that she'd managed to steal off someone at the table. Batting her lashes, she slips it into his palm. ]
For you, my sweet.
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[ Though, he'll surely pocket that candy for later, being a bit of a sucker for sweet things. But, as he's scolding her, the realization that he'd taken her hand earlier comes back to him. Why had he done that? ]
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I never said that. Though, if you'd care to make it official, I certainly wouldn't mind.
[ Leaning forward, she rests her elbows onto the bed, fingers laced together. ]
So, how do you feel?
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[ His answer is immediate. ]
Honestly, this past hour has left me a bit confused.
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... I have a confession, Will.
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Well?
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I may have-- spiked your tea. With a love potion.
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Are you entirely dense? Do you have any inclination, at all, of how horrid you are at potion brewing? You could have killed me off.
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I was horrified that I very well may have! I-- I feel... dreadful about it.... [ Eyesight affixed to her knees, it's apparent that she's actually genuine in saying so, too! ]
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[ Genuine as it may be, William's not satisfied with the somewhat apology. He gets up from the bed, turning to look down at her. ]
Sit at your own table for the remainder of the year.
[ And with that he bids Madam Pomfrey a thank you and sees himself off. ]
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After all, she doesn't wish to actually abide by that! ]
Will, please don't-- I'm sorry!
[ She's frozen in place until she sees him disappear beyond the door - but then, she's up to dart after him, chair skidding behind her. Perhaps she's already missed him, though. ]
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