𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻, cedric diggory

˗ˋ 12

CHAPTER TWELVE
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-: seventh year :-

── IN WHICH SHE'S CAUGHT

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With everyone rather busy in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Rosie took the chance to take the unconcious doxies up to her and the twins' shared room. Molly was currently shouting and reprimanding Mundungus and his collection of cauldrons, and Sirius had unknowingly distracted the other teenagers with that family tapestry of his.

It was rather a given that the others would be asking questions about this tapestry, about the cigarette burn-like stains covering it, and the names that glittering gold lines connected. The Noble House of Black was known for it's extensive history and links to the Wizarding World, and would have people interested for hours.

And with those two situations taking place in the drawing room and the kitchen, Rosie took the chance to disappear for a little while. She quietly made her way up the steps, stopping when she had a creak and wincing. The girl made her way to the room within minutes, but had managed to bang the bucket on far too many walls - it delayed her quite a bit.

A breath escaped her lips as she heard the bedroom door click behind her. Twisting the key in the lock, Rosie leant against it, relaxing. It wasn't as if they weren't allowed elsewhere in the house, it was just that Mrs Weasley made it very clear that they shouldn't leave the Drawing Room when she was dealling with matters such as Mundungus and other Order related things.. 

"Now.." Rosie spoke to herself, setting the bucket down on one of the trunks at the end of her bed, climbing onto the covers and sitting on the pillows, pressing at the pannels on the wall. One of them finally popped open, swinging forward like a cabinet.

It was similar to the one that held in all the prank items, except in this one instead of ingredients, products, equipment and order forms, were a variety of coloured and intricately detailed glass vials. Majority of them had some liquid twisting around the insides, others didn't.

Unsurprisingly, it was the filled vials that Rosie was interested in, and she crossed her legs underneath her, humming as she picked out bottles, plucking them at random and twisting the labels around, examining the names and the ingredients in it.

"Bingo." She mumbled, holding up a dark green bottle. Or rather a light green bottle, which just so happened to be filled to the very brim with a black potion - rather similar to the doxycide, but not. 

Rosie was known for her skills with potions, and there was no trouble for her whilst brewing particularily difficult potions. She had spent years memorising ingredients and their properties, how best to use them and what sort of things could happen if combined with other ingredients. 

Which was why she didn't feel particularily worried about making a batch of Draught of Living Death. And making it stronger. She had suspected there might be creatures living in the house that they could use - and she decided to modify them. 

Rosie had never studied doxies fully, however she knew she had a book on them somewhere, and that night would be spent looking for it. And when she found it, she would know whether or not the doxy venom needed to be collected dead or alive.

They were unconcious from contact with doxycide, but just to take precautions, Rosie decided to mix in some of the modified Draught of Living Death. It was already an extremely powerful sleeping draught, and by changing it up a bit, it would most likely become stronger. The Kersey girl was hoping that would be the outcome anyways. 

Either way, after tipping about half of the vial in with the doxycide, covering the doxies even more, Rosie pushed the chest of drawers in front of the wardrobe and climbed up onto the top, pushing open the panel and pulling out her box of ingredients. 

Rifling through it, searching for a particular herb, in the corner of her eye she saw the key in the lock turn, and her gaze locked onto the door, frozen. There was no time to hide anything, the panels open, bucket of doxies on the chest and Rosie sat on top of the wardrobe.

The door opened, and a rather wide-eyed Remus Lupin stepped into the room, glance moving from the bucket, to the hidden cupboard of potion vials, to the chest of drawers by the wardrobe, and finally landing on Rosie, eyes flickering to the open panel behind her.

"So that's where you've been keeping them all. I wondering where you had stashed them away after Molly confiscated some of them." Lupin eyed the flesh-like extendable ears. "May I ask what exactly you're doing up there?"

"Ah.. Mr Lupin, what a nice surprise." Rosie offered a rather innocent looking smile, but she knew that he could see right through it.

She could only hope that he wasn't going to do anything that could result in trouble.

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