Hogwarts Mafia Round 3 - Mafia Hit

Mornin'! Once again posting on behalf of Mai.

:: Spare potions lab :: Mafia and Allison MacAlister

The small group of students who were huddled around a table looking over a note were having something of a disagreement.

"I told you that won't work. Its' been tried before." said one in exasperation.

"Do you have any better ideas then?' Another replied.

"Look we don't have time for this. Lucius's letter states that he's getting impatient with us. "

"Well He could just come up here and do it himself then."

It would seem several didn't know what to say in response to that but one finally leaned over the letter and said

"Let's just get to work."

The group set to work in silence as they followed the potions directions listed on a seperate piece of parchment sent along with the package.

"Stir one thousand times to the left before adding cervasia root. You've got to be kidding me! My arm is likely to fall off. "

"Just get to it."

The student sighed and began stirring " One...two...three"

The others weren't just standing around watching either, this potion was going to take all of them in order to get it completed so the others were busy chopping up ingredients, nicking other supplies, planning the next step in the recipe and the like, in fact they were all so busy that they did not have anyone to spare as a look out.

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Alison could not believe the lengths some people would go to in order to have something that belonged to her. She really could not blame the girl, she supposed; certainly she would have understand had she been in the position of someone less likely to be noticed but luckily for her no one else in the school was quite so lovely or talented as she was.

The envious girl in question had been taking a closer look at the new hair clasps she'd received from her dear old Nanny Nasturtium, that were really quite lovely, decorated with pale blue flowers that magically played " I feel pretty" softly whenever anyone was close to her, when the clumsy twit spilled pumpkin juice all down the front of Alison's uniform.

No matter, with a cold glare at the silly girl, she had exited the main hall with a dignified walk and an expert toss of her long platinum hair. It took a while for her to decide what to wear while the house elves cleaned her favorite uniform but the Slytherin student finally decided upon wearing her velvet holiday robes in a shade of winter white that complimented her pale features. Once more fully dressed, Alison wandered back towards the upper levels.

She paused in the hallway to check her hair hair in her mirror lest the hurried change of clothes had caused it to become mussed when Alison heard voices coming from one of the unused potions rooms.

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"Nine hundred and ninety eight...nine hundred and ninety nine...one thousand. Done!"

Alison narrowed her eyes suspiciously before she decided that this action might cause wrinkles later in life. So keeping her face neutral and her head high, she swept into the room and looked around at the clearly awed faces of her fellow students.

"Hey is it supposed to be this funky colour?"

Alison turned to a student that had been standing over a cauldron of bubbling purple goo. The group was obviously still too stunned by her presence to politely fill her in on what was going on here so she decided it was necessary to ask for herself.

"What exactly is going on here?" Her voice had just that hint of command without sounding at all whiney; musical really, sometimes it even impressed her.

"Okay now add the root quickly" Another student said while gazing at a piece of parchment. "It has to be done now"

The student who had been at the cauldron picked up an odd brownish gold root and held it over the pot.

"No wait!" One of the others on the far side of the table leaned forward as if to catch the thing before it entered the mix. Too late, the student with the root dropped it in just as the other's enthusiastic leap for it caused the cauldron to be tossed into the air...right on to the lovely Alison MacAlister.

Alison gasped in a most unmannerly fashion, her mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies. She was covered in a slimy purple mess, some of which fell into her gaping mouth.

"Ugh, that is disgusting!" She shrieked in a most unmusical manner while backing away from the startled students, who were obviously too horrified with their blunders to come to her aid.

"Its ruined now. Why did you try to stop me from putting it in."

"I don't think it was the right thing. See the instructions say to put in the cervasia root and shows a picture, that's it there the one with the white speckles on it. It says not to confuse it with cervisia root which doesn't have any...the one Lucius gave us...didn't have any. "

"So what do you think it does?"

They all turned and looked at Alison. Who was feeling most queer at present. The faces of her admiring audience were waving in and out in the strangest of ways and now there were more of them.. twice as many to be exact, all of them blurry around the edges.

Alison blinked and stumbled against one of the tables. "Stop moving around so much and help me get thish mesh off of me. *hick*"

No one had moved.

"Is she...drunk?"

"Hey, someone remember that one for later!" This idea was met with a glare from some of the others until a thump announced that the Slytherin girl had fallen to the ground.

"Or maybe not..."

They stood around the albino in a circle, staring as she probably knew they would, at her lifeless corpse sprawled in disarray on the floor, her arms flung out wide and her robes askew, purple stains marking her once lovely face, the clasps in her hair softly playing "I feel pretty"

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OOC:
Cervasia - is derived from the Latin word meaning "deer"

Cervisia - is derived from the Latin word meaning "beer"