<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom<br/><strong>House | Year:</strong>Slytherin | First Year<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Potion Lab Room<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Light -<em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Khloe (NPC) and Nate | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>“Oh. My. God.” Khloe said in her usual dramatic fashion, hand clamping across her glossy lips. “They still alive. These slimy fucks are still alive! The hell?!? Should we...I don’t know...kill them before…?”<br/><br/>“Absolutely not,” Renya responded, shaking her hand, before she reached grabbed the clear jar of fat, oblvious slugs and moved them away from their would-be executioner.<br/><br/>Khloe had a tendency of being impulsive and regretting it later. Renya knew her friend would take extreme measures to ensure the slugs’ death, such as slamming one of their text books repeatedly over their plump bodies.<br/><br/>“They’ll be fine,” Reyna added with a laugh as Khloe cast her a disbelieving look. “Well, not fine but they won’t suffer. The cualdron will be super hot. Instant KO. I promise.”<br/><br/>“Where’s that dork, Beatrice, when you need her?” Khloe glanced at the closed door as if she expected their favorite redhead to appear and offer her reassurances in the form of statistics and hard data. “Doesn’t she need practice too?”<br/><br/>“She’s occupied…” Reyna did her best to keep her expression normal, staring intently at her open copy of Magical Drafts and Potions textbook.<br/><br/>“Occupied with what exactly?” Khloe narrowed her eyes. Suspicion made her sit up straighter. “Is she fucking one of my guys?”<br/><br/>“Are you serious right now?” Renya looked up from her book upon hearing that accusation. She studied Khloe’s face before releasing a large sigh.<br/><br/>“What?” Khloe challenged back. “She’s always sneaking around and never telling me anything!”<br/><br/>“Unlike you.” Reyna somehow managed to keep a cool head. “Beatrice has decent taste in men. And you know as well as I do those aren’t your guys. If you really want to know, ask her without being a bitch and maybe she might tell you.”<br/><br/>“Fuck these slugs and fuck this potion,” Khloe declared with a flip of her hair. She reached down and picked up her bag. “I’m going to find some fun. I would say good luck but we both know I wouldn’t mean it.”<br/><br/>“Whatever,” Reyna said to her friend’s retreating form. She was not super concern about the lingering anger between them. They could make up later.<br/><br/>Despite her best efforts...some anger did make its way into her motions. She either stirred too quickly or not fast enough but...something definitely was not right. The texture was not smooth and there was a god awful smell coming from her cauldron. But she could fix it, right?