There You Are: Rashes
Characters: George Weasley x reader
Summary: An incident in a potions class leads to a revelation. Sadly, the person who delivers the bombshell is not about to give him the information he so desperately craves.
Word Count: 1491 words
When you found out who your soulmate was, you were going to kill them. This was not the first time Filch had accused you of something you certainly had no part in, but this was the first time you’d ended up in detention for it. Something about fireworks or firecrackers, it hadn’t been very clear what it was you’d allegedly done, but it was very apparent that it was stupid and dangerous. Great. Your soulmate was stupid and dangerous as well as not attracted to you.
Your stomach grumbled. At least a lunch time detention was shorter than an after school one, and you thanked Merlin for small mercies as you made your way to the Great Hall.
As you began to eat, your eyes scanned the room. Stupid, dangerous, explosions, who could that be? Seamus Finnigan was always blowing things up, Neville Longbottom had his fair share of mishaps, but surely if your soulmate was one of those two then you would have had more burns than this one.
George was rubbing his arm again with a frown. The burn was bothering him but the fact that Filch seemed to have given up the chase rather easily concerned him more. Maybe that old man was coming up with some crafty plan to catch them out, they would have to be more careful for a while.
“Knut for your thoughts.” Angelina smiled brightly as she sat down opposite the twins.
“That’s generous for one of Georgie boy’s thoughts.” Fred grinned, nudging his brother.
“Well, he’d best brush up on his conversation skills because I have a friend who was wondering if George would be going to Hogsmede next weekend.”
“A ‘friend’?” George raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his skepticism. “Lee’s been talking to you, hasn’t he.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the perfect pairing for you.” Angelina beamed.
“I’ll think about it.” He answered rather grudgingly, knowing that was the best strategy to cut this conversation short. Getting to his feet, he slung his satchel over his shoulder and looked at his brother pointedly. “Potions.”
“You’re really in a rush to get to Snape’s class? Something must be wrong.” Fred rolled his eyes at Angelina as he joined his twin. As they traipsed out of the hall, George’s bag hit a few people still sitting at the table, one of which was you.
“Bloody Weasley.” You growled under your breath. “Think they own the place.”
“They are fit though.” Your friend Annabeth sighed as she watched the twins walk away.
“Fit for nothing.” You huffed, grabbing your things, ready to rush to transfigurations.
George’s mind really was wandering today. As much as he tried to focus on this potion, he kept catching a glimpse of that crescent shaped burn on his forearm and wondering if there was a matching one somewhere in the castle. He didn’t like the thought that something he had done hurt you, but the idea of whoever you were, looking at that mark, and knowing he existed made his heart flutter.
“Mr Weasley.” Snapes voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. “Can you add the next ingredient?”
George looked from Snape to his brother and back again, before picking up a vial from the stand and emptying it into the cauldron. Too late he saw the professors eyes widen slightly and the potion began to bubble uncontrollably before blowing up over George. Luckily, he had raised his hands to prevent it going in his face, but the back of his hands and his neck began to itch as the purple liquid clung to his skin.
“CAREFUL!” Bellowed Snape, stepping through the crowd of students and handing George a cloth to wipe himself. “Reckless behaviour has consequences, Mr Weasley. Why on earth you would pour arum maculatum into a potion that already contains traces of aconitum napellus is beyond me. You are lucky you have only given yourself a nasty rash.” He frowned as he studied the blotches blooming across the boys skin. “Class dismissed. I have a healing potion to brew. Weasley, go to Madame Pomfrey then return here to collect the potion.”
George simply nodded sheepishly, not daring to irritate Snape more than he obviously was, in case he decided to slip something in this ‘healing’ potion of his.
Professor McGonagall was in the middle of a serious point when you let out a shriek, your hand raising to your neck as if you had been bitten. She turned to admonish you for your outburst when she spotted the rash on your hands.
“What happened, dear?” She asked as she moved closer, taking care not to touch you.
“I-I don’t know.” Your eyes grew wide as you stared at your hands as the blotches seemed to bloom.
“Get yourself to Madame Pomfrey, she will know what to do.”
The wonderful school nurse had indeed known what to do. She had liberally applied a soothing balm to your skin, which had taken some of the heat out of the rash. She then said that Professor Snape knew of a healing potion for what appeared to be a reaction to monkshood and lords and ladies, a mixture she had not seen in a long time. You had thanked her, pulled your sleeves over your hands, and headed off to find the irritable professor.
“Oi! Watch it!” Fred frowned as you shoulder barged past his brother as they headed into the infirmary.
“Ah, boys, what can I do for you two today?” Madame Pomfrey gave the twins an exasperated smile. Their antics often amused her, but she did worry about their safety.
“Just an incident in potions, no big deal.” Fred gave her his best winning smile and pushed his brother forwards.
“Yeah, erm, I’ve had some sort of reaction. Snape says he’s brewing me something, but I had to come here first.” George shrugged, rolling his sleeves up so she could get a good look at the rash.
Madame Pomfrey blinked slowly, her gaze darting to the door for a fraction of a second. The rash was identical to the one she had just treated, which could only mean…
“Am I expecting someone else to appear needing the same treatment? If so, then I’m going to need more soothing balm.”
“Nah, just me.” George gave her a sad smile before dipping his head.
“Well, I will keep my eye out, just in case.” She said kindly, reaching for the balm on the trolley, realising that the two of you had no idea you were soulmates. “Now, you need to leave this on for eight hours, and Professor Snape will give you a potion to counteract the monkshood and lords and ladies. You’re lucky this didn’t get in your eyes or mouth. I hope you boys will be more careful in future.” It was something she told the twins often, and although they never made the same mistake twice, it didn’t stop them making mistakes.
“Professor?” You knocked on the door as you popped your head into the potions classroom, surprised to see Snape already brewing something.
“Ah, what can I do for you?” His clipped words barely concealed his frustration at being interrupted, and you wondered if this was such a good idea.
“Madame Pomfrey sent me. She says you will know of a healing draft for a reaction to –“
“-arum maculatum and aconitum napellus.” He stated flatly as he took in the rash on your neck with curiosity.
“Yes.” You nodded, cautiously moving further into the classroom.
“This rash, is it on your hands and arms as well as your neck?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Interesting.” His enunciation of the word seemed to make it hang in the air, the only other sound was the bubbling of the potion. After a silence that seemed to stretch out for an eternity, Snape indicated for you to take a seat.
Luckily, the potion he was working on was the exact one you required, and in a matter of minutes he handed you a vial and instructed you to drink half before bed and the other half when you woke. It would take a day or two for the blotches to completely disappear, but they would fade and no longer itch. You thanked him and hurried on your way.
Five minutes passed, and the door to the classroom opened once again.
“Ah, Mr Weasley. You should have informed me that two batches were required.” Snape raised an eyebrow as he held out the vial.
“Two?” George frowned, looking at the singular potion.
“Two. One for you and one for your soulmate. May I suggest that you spare a thought for them the next time you attempt something so idiotic.” Snape swept past the twins, who, for once, were speechless.
“Soulmate?” George whispered, staring at the potion. He had a soulmate, and you were here in the castle! And Snape knew who you were!
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actual journal entry because i didn't actually mean to write a whole weird mess about my mental state, but i did. it's helped.
went for a walk with a friend to pick some Solomon's Seal (Polygonatum multiflorum) and Lily of the Valley (Convallaria majalis), found a nice Cuckoo-pint (Arum maculatum) as well. bonus picture of Greater Stitchwort from last week (Stellaria holostea). we sat in the fields and had some vegan chocolate caramel cookies with a cup of earl grey each. it was really nice.
i haven't doodled on actual paper in a while, missed it, tried it, and i just. i tried to zoom in. i literally put my grubby little fingers on the damn paper. made the zoom in motion. i'm still trying to emotionally recover from that, ha. but! i missed drawing on paper. it feels so much more intuitive and i think it looks better. (besides the obvious mistakes i can't fix because.. ballpoint).
a coursemate sent me a message? just... asking how i'm doing? i'm really confused because i haven't made any friends at Uni and people don't typically just.. text me. i sat next to him during Law I twice last semester. we talked about LotR. he seems like an absolute sweetheart. also shy. likes to garden. i get really, really good vibes from him. (grain of salt, i am a bad judge of character). being the shy little bug that i am i never approached or sat next to him again because i don't like to impose on others, but. we sat together again last thursday and he seemed happy about it? we talked throughout the breaks and it was really nice. i don't want to get my hopes up because i just came to terms with being the awkward outsider again, but.. i may make a friend after all? or at least have someone i can say "hi" to in the halls.
i've been loving on my ukulele. it's not good and it sounds like shit but i am having a lot of fun with it. finding new songs i can sing along to (who knew that, if i pitched it right, i actually sound kind of good singing "Call Me When You're Sober"? not me) and taking it outside at night to my favorite bench in the fields. it was raining heavily the other night, but i went out when (i thought!) it finally stopped. as i was walking the sky broke over my head. it was amazing. i got absolutely soaked by the time i found a pavilion to wait it out under but, god. that was fun.
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ARUM
Arum maculatum
Common Names: Cocky baby, cuckoopint, cypress powder, dragon root, gaglee, ladysmock, Portland arrowroot, starchwort.
Medicinal Part: Rootstock.
Description: Arum is a perennial plant that grows in moist, shady places, along hedges, among bushes, and in deciduous forests. Its tuberous rootstock is poison when fresh but edible when dried or sufficiently cooked. It is about the size of a walnut and is brown outside, white inside. Arum’s arrowhead-shaped leaves are also poisonous when eaten. Its flowers, which bloom in May and June, trap insects which the plant digests for food.
Properties and Uses: Acrid (fresh), diaphoretic, expectorant. Arum is generally used mixed with honey or syrup for internal use and as an ointment for external use. Internally, it can be used for bronchitis, asthma, chronic catarrh, flatulence, and rheumatic problems. For sore throat, gargle the decoction by itself. A 1:1 mixture of arum and sweet flag in powder form is sometimes recommended as a stomachic. An ointment made with arum is useful for sores and ringworm, and for swellings simmer arum with cumin in wine or oil to make a plaster. In any case, only the dried root should be used.
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