shimmer colors -claire

[alex christian mullen]

His hand was racking through his hair as he flipped through various pages of his potions book. His quill tapping on the edge of his parchment, leaving random ink stains all over the place. Class was over but it did not mean Alex's mind was not still reeling with an itching desire to create more potions. Today the class has been working on healing potions. Something that really could be considered quite useful in everyday life. It was nothing for a person to be injured on the Qudditch Pitch or just by simply falling down the stairs. The Professor had been kind enough to let everyone who completed the potion correctly to put their potion in a small container and keep some of the liquid for themselves. The rest he had heard was going to be sent to the Nurse's office. What better way to put students to work in a useful way that will benefit people in the future?

As Alex normally did because potions was his favorite class, he always seemed to pass the liquid test with flying colors. He had bottled up some of the liquid in a tiny container and stowed it away in his backpack for safe keeping. Just last week he got to keep a giggling charm, that he planned on using for that Slytherin bloke a year below him. He planned on sneaking the liquid into the boy's pumpkin juice then watching that frown he always seemed to have turn into a massive laughing attack. Alex could potentially get himself into trouble if the Slytherin threw a fit, and the potion led back to him. However, a part of Alex felt it was very much worth it. If he couldn't put a smile on the kid's face himself he'd force it on. It could be taken as a very nice gesture, or a very horrible gesture. Alex here would say it was a bit of both good and bad but he meant well...most usually.

As of now, Alex was staying after class for a little extra 'fun' is what he called it. The Professor often let him stay after class to make new potions, or old potions, or whatever his heart desired. Alex was just the type of man that craved to invent new things, and then later write about his finding in a journal. The Professor was not keen to letting him do this at first but over the years, learned Alex was rather smart when it came to the class, and liquids. He knew what was safe to mix, and what was not. The only time he ever made anything explode was on purpose, causing him a slight detention. He had only did it because a friend muttered something about wishing an explosion had gone off. Out of just pure sarcasm, and entertainment he added a drop of liquid one too much and it gave a tiny explosion.

As of right now the kid was just mixing up liquids to make the liquid inside his cauldron turn random different colors. One minute it was pink, purple, to blue, then when he dipped his spoon into the cauldron it turned into a rainbow, shimmer of colors.

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[claire maia chase]

Claire was on a mission- an infinitely important one that could potentially lead to her demise.
Her mission was to find that smart Ravenclaw from her potions class and get him to tutor her.
Deadly, right? She would be lucky if she didn't end up dying from how boring Potions were.

She had heard from one of his housemates that he tended to work after class hours in the potion room and so that's where Claire was headed, moving quickly through the dungeons. She didn't like spending any extra time down here. Her favorite place in the whole castle was the Gryffindor common room, and if she had it her way that's where she would spend most of her time, but it seemed that school was important if she wanted to be a self-capable witch. And besides that, she needed all the training she could get, especially since she was a muggle-born.

She didn't get too much trouble about it- nothing like the stories she had heard about how muggle-borns used to be treated. Of course there were those Slytherins who treated her horribly, but they typically ended up with a well-aimed bat-bogey jinx to the face. It had kind of become common knowledge by now to not mess with the American Muggle-born Claire Chase.

She rounded the corner and saw the potions room up ahead, a wide smile cutting across her face. She stopped, pulling a compact from her bag and checking her reflection. Looking her best might just be the best way to convince him to help her, because she certainly needed help. She ran her fingers through her hair before putting the compact back in her bag and moving into the doorway, leaning against the frame slightly. There he was, sitting there working on a potion.

He was cute, she had to admit. Okay, more than cute. He was extremely attractive. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she had originally thought.

"Hi," She said, making sure her voice was loud enough for him to hear.

[alex christian mullen]

When creating new inventions, or potions or whatever anyone else assumed he was doing, he tended to get lost inside his creation. His eyes involved in the liquid swirls of color. His mind wondering as to what he was really creating, wondering if this potion had been created before, if it was something new, or maybe he could even do a few quick changes and make it into a new creation he could claim as his own. Making new potions was not exactly an easy task for someone in the Wizarding World in the times of now. This was simply because what was left to make? What more did the world need when it came to potions? They had the healing potions, the ill potions, and the just random funny potions. It still did not make Alex stop creating because it was just in his nature to want to observe and witness new and old things. Right now, his liquid was just a rainbow of colors and he was certain someone else had come up with similar things before.

When the girl came up to him it had taken the boy slightly off-guard. That spoon was still swirling around in his cauldron as his eyes were memorized with the swirl of colors. At her, 'hi' because he had been taken off-guard his spoon slid out of his hands and into the liquid. For a moment, his eyes went wide and he stared at the spoon in a very curious way. It was as if for a few brief moments he had completely forgotten the girl was standing right there, and was more focused on the spoon inside the cauldron. He reached his hand in and it sent a small chill down his spine, as the cold material surged through his fingers, as he grabbed the spoon out. The spoon coming out in a rainbow of colors,

"Interesting," he muttered, as he quickly jotted down in his notebook turns metal multiple colors, liquid is cool, has no effect on human flesh his tongue was slightly sticking out between his lips, as if he was deep in thought. Then eventually he remembered what had caused this new realization and his face turned a shade of red as he turned to face Claire, "Oh, Hi!" his face going even more red when he realized who the girl was, embarrassment clear in his voice. A Gryffindor that shared the class with him, he had never talked to her before but he had noticed her a few times. How could one not? She was one of the prettier girls in class after all...and he had heard a few stories about her from some of the guys, rather they were true or not he never gave it much thought. What he was wondering right now though was as to why she was coming up to him?

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[claire maia chase]

This boy was certainly very odd. It seemed as if he had noticed her for a moment but then he turned back to his potion and she was left standing there, awkwardly watching him. She had no idea what he was working on, but the rainbow colors of the potion caught her eye.

When finally he looked back up at her, his face was turning red, and she smirked. This was more acceptable. "Oh, hi!" He managed to get out. She walked further into the room, still watching him with bright blue eyes.

"You're pretty good at that." She said, nodding her head towards the potion on the desk. "I mean you're really good right?" Everybody knew this of course, but it didn't hurt to point it out, especially with what she was about to ask. She moved to the desk next to the one he was working out and hopped up so that she was sitting on it, still looking. "I'm Claire by the way. And you're Alex." She leaned forward, putting her chin in her hand and resting her elbow on her knees, still watching him. "What are you working on anyway?" She asked, curiosity evident in her voice. He had dropped his spoon into the cauldron apparently, and now it was rainbow colors, just like the mixture.

[alex christian mullen]

"I'm alright," he said giving a soft grin, enjoying the compliment she offered up to him. He was really cutting himself short but Alex had never been one of those men that gloated about his skills in certain areas. Alex here was top of the class. He knew a few Ravenclaws that would gloat and many often assumed most Ravenclaws were smart kids that felt the need to brag about it. As all houses had their own little traits, the trait did not usually pertain to everyone. Some often even said that they always stuck to their own people, only surrounding themselves with other smart people. Alex here did have friends that were just as smart as he was but this was not the only case. He was honestly more than okay hanging out with anyone that was nice to him, in any house. Certainly, his closest friends were his roommates in his Ravenclaw house but that was just the way things went occasionally.

He gave the girl a soft smile when she sat down. It slightly had taken him by surprise when she knew of his name. He knew hers of course but he had always been good with names. He knew many faces and names around Hogwarts rather he spoke to the people or not. Claire here was one of those girls he had never really spoken to before but a part of him always wished he would have. He was the type of person that loved meeting new people, and talking to them. Of course, he did have his friends that he spent most of his time with. This was because they were those friends he talked to since his first year, but he always loved talking to other people. Even if it didn't always appear so Alex was a people person. He just had a very active mind to the point his studies, and curious mind came before socializing with others. When they came up to him first most usually, he would start a conversation with them.

"Yes, I'm Alex. Hi Claire." he greeted her for the second time that day. He looked down at his creation with a curious look before slightly shrugging his shoulders. "I have no real idea. I tend to just like to have fun with what I put into this here cauldron," he said patting the hard metal on the side, "And this just so happens to be what I created. About two weeks ago I somehow managed to create a laughing gas," he paused a small smirk appearing on his face, as he glanced down at the liquid in the inside for a brief moment, "Caused both the Professor and myself to get ourselves a heaps of laughs," that smirk turning into an amused expression as he looked at her again.

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