Mary was a little taken aback that he had silenced her using only his fingers but didn’t argue, she didn’t want to anger the boy, and actually wanted to know what he was up to. She was going to suggest something but the concentration on his face warned her off not to bother him.
When he added a vial she watched in confusion, wondering what would happen but before she even had time to open her mouth she saw the liquid went clear. She was impressed, she wasn’t sure what the point of the experiment was but it was good nonetheless.
Jim grinned to himself. “Now,” he said after a pause. “Human trials,” he took the tray and casually tossed the contents on Mary. In no real time at all, from the small space where the concoction had landed Mary began to slowly become invisible, Jim looking incredibly pleased as she did.
"Amazing," he said with a laugh. "It’s working perfectly! It’s basically an invisibility cloak without the cloak. Much easier to carry around and more accessible," Jim went on matter of factly.
"Something like that," Lucifer didn’t really need to answer, he knew Jim would figure it out. What possible uses could there be for a potion that made werewolves transform? Lucifer could think of a few, but none of them good. “I need it by the end of the month. If you pull it off, you’ll be rewarded.” Somehow his smile said ‘And if you don’t you’ll be punished’. The older boy stood up from the bed and stretched his spine, “If you need anything, just let me know. Ingredients, assistants, test subjects - ask and you shall receive.”
"End of the month," Jim repeated. He took note of the gleam in Lucifer’s eyes and shifted his gaze away. He didn’t want to do this, not at all, but what choice did he have. There was as much punishment as their was reward. He didn’t want to try the other and see what that punishment was. "I’ll need a werewolf or an equivalent to test the potion on. Everything else I can handle myself," he said with a huff.
Martin laughed as well as they entered the field, “I’d prefer you kept your ‘hands on’-ness to more private areas if possible.” The smile became strained as their earlier conversation was brought back into his mind. Martin pushed through it, trying his best to act normal and focus on the task. He’d just have to be better, more appealing than anyone else. If he gave Jim everything he needed, then the younger boy would have no reason to stray. “You ready?” he asked as Martin threw one leg over his broom and held the quaffle tightly under his arm.
"I’ll try," Jim said with a bit of a laugh. On the field Jim paused. "Ready as i’ll ever be I suppose," he said with a nod. Bringing a leg over his broom he kicked off the ground, hovering a good few feet off the ground. "Come on then, Martin, show me what you got," Jim grinned as he took off to the goals, circling around and positioning himself in front of them.
There was some glory in stopping the other team from scoring, and Martin could easily imagine Jim reveling in that. And who knew, this could be the perfect position for him. He’d left the beater position, left the seeker position; clearly they hadn’t done it. “At least I won’t have to worry about playing so directly against you,” Martin joked, “Seekers and keepers rarely interact on the field. I won’t feel as guilty when Hufflepuff beats your team.” The redhead tested the taunt, clearly not meaning it, but hoping that simple jesting would keep the atmosphere light.
Jim couldn’t help laughing, leaning in to nudge at the other. “Beats us? Well we’ll see then, Captain.” He smirked at Martin. “You shouldn’t underestimate Slytherin. We’ll bite when we least expect,” he snapped his teeth as if to emphasize, laughing again. “Who knows, I could be an incredibly hands on keeper.” Jim shrugged slightly.
There was a dangerous glint in Lucifer’s eye, but not a threatening one. It was not an omen of violence, but simply one of corruption. “I think you’ll like this one,” Lucifer replied. His voice was just as dangerous as his eyes. “I’m looking for something that could force a werewolf to transform. Liquid Full Moon, you could say. And I bet someone as clever as you would love to figure out how to do it.”
Jim grit his jaw at the look in the others eye. He wasn’t all too sure how to feel about it. At the request in question his head tilted slightly. Liquid full moon? “What do you need something like that for? Not that I wont be able to produce it, of course. Aiming to get werewolves to transform and go on a rampage?”
"So, I’m the first girl to show an interest? Well, lucky me." Irene smirked before kissing him again.Her hands slid down to his shoulders where she proceeded to take of his robe, but paused. "Do you have somewhere we can go or are you fine right? It’s all up to you deary."
Jim sneered but held back any sort of response. No, not a single girl had ever shown interest, but it wasn’t like he care, he enjoyed men, obviously. Irene was…an experiment, if anything. He returned the kiss and huffed once it was broken again after she removed his robe. He wasn’t going back to the common room, not when there were nosy Slytherin’s to see. He rested his hands on her hips and pushed her towards one of the tables in the green house. “Here’s fine,” he said simply before going to her neck, kissing down it thoroughly while his fingers made work of her clothes.
Mary winced as he cut into her finger causing it to sting, she didn’t expect him to draw blood from her when she offered her hand. She watched the dark red droplets fall into the tray and then watched the boy do the same to his own finger into the different tray.
She looked at him with confusion but he answered her question before she had even opened her mouth. “What do we do next then, is something meant to happen?” She asked waiting for something to happen in the two trays or if they would have to do something else.
Jim lifted a hand to silence her as he watched the two trays. Nothing happened and he hummed in thought, rifling through some vials. “Something is, yes, but since it didn’t obviously the mixture is wrong.” He bit his lip slightly, thinking. “It’s a lot of chance, really, this sort of thing.”
He grabbed a vial and then dropped a small dose into her tray. He paused a moment when it then started to go see through and he grinned, looking to her. “But that’s how you get results.”
The two boys climbed the steps back to the ground floor of Hogwarts castle, and Martin didn’t spend a moment looking at the stairs in front of him. “I’ve yet to find anything you’re bad at,” he pointed out. Martin was biased, he acknowledged that, but he didn’t change his mind. The Hufflepuff remembered that day years ago, when they’d shared their first kiss, and then Martin had taught Jim how to play beater. There was a particular feeling of deja vu here as the two of them set out again. “Though I don’t know if you’ll find it as exciting as being a beater.”
Jim couldn’t help laughing a bit. “You’re sweet,” he said as they climbed the stairs. “I probably wont, but,” Jim shrugged slightly. “Who knows, we’ll see. Perhaps I find lingering at the posts and blocking shots enthralling,” Jim grinned a bit at his own comment. Truthfully they didn’t get as much action as a beater, he knew, but he’d moved to this position, he couldn’t be hoping around all over the place. On the ground floor Jim set towards the familiar path to the pitch.
The bit about not disliking him was probably a lie, considering all that Lucifer had done to him. Jim never did have the same fanatical devotion that others did - probably because Lucifer hadn’t slept with him. “I’ve got a plan,” he began, swinging his legs around to hang over the edge of the bed, “that requires your particular brand of potions ingenuity. I would do it myself but it’s time consuming, so delegation must happen.”
Jim didn’t bother hiding his eye roll. So grunt work, despite how ‘capable’ Lucifer was. He crossed his arms, raising a brow at the other. “What sort of potions are we talking about then?” He asked, cocking his head curiously. “I’ll consider doing them if I know what they are.” He didn’t think that Lucifer would be put off by that, but he had to have some form of dignity, right?