Let's Play the Wishing Game!

[allamericanreject]

WHO: Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland
TONE: TEENAGE FEELS. YOU GUYS. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND...
RATING: PG-13? oOo Idk.
WHEN: September 27th
WHERE: School. :V No but really. Potions class. Leaving it, rather.
WHAT: Arguments ensue, and then there's a wish. Oopsies that could be dangerous.
STATUS: Ongoing

Alfred was in a state of exasperation by the time the Potions class let out. Normally it was like that anyway, given that he felt less than comfortable around Professor Rhydderch, but this time it was worse. Perhaps it was fortuitous circumstance...or maybe it would have been if this were Charms or something he knew better...but he'd been paired with Arthur, and as usual, he'd found a way to screw up the potion. This time it didn't just affect his grade though, and he really did feel bad, so he'd done his best to restart and rectify his mistake. Arthur had probably done most of the fixing if he had to admit it though...

"Look, it wasn't on purpose okay?!" he attempted to defend himself as they left the class. "It's just that I'm shit with measurements and I did the one for the Valerian root wrong. I get it! Would you let it go?! We managed to fix it didn't we??"

Barely.

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[rule_britannia]

Arthur was, in a word, livid. He hadn't wanted to make a fuss about being paired with Alfred and the fact that he was in class at all after finding his friend Eriq dead was a miracle in itself. Really, he should have known that nothing would go according to plan and god he had tried to be patient but no, Alfred just had to go and fuck everything up and not only mess with his own grade but Arthur's as well.

He just wanted to get away from the idiot, and maybe contact Professor Rhydderch - as much as the guy weirded him out - to see if there was anything he might be able to do for extra credit so he wouldn't have to worry about the moron he'd had to work with bringing his grade down.

"You should have been paying attention, idiot!" he snapped as he made an attempt to leave the other boy behind. Likely a failed one. "And 'we' did not fix it. I fixed it. Piss off."