He just wants to tear pieces off of you! [BBS/Action, Open!]

[jointheclub]

If anyone who underwent a... change, during the battle, could drop by my office? I'm quite curious about it. I'd like to do some studies on it. No tests, you needn't worry about drinking any experimental potions! Just a few questions and some other minor matters depending.

-Instructor Slughorn

[The Potions Professor is indeed hard at work, or at least as hard as he gets, since he makes potions look easy as a general rule. His office has a startling number of cauldrons heating brews, and the cloud of steam and smoke hovering at the ceiling has taken on a number of curious and different tones.]

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[thatched]

[While Thatch isn't particularly inclined to talk about that-- He can't help but feel that he owes the guy something since they fought together. They weren't nakama and allies only in the greater umbrella of the Garden--but that was enough reason to find himself standing outside Slughorn's office and knocking lightly]

[jointheclub]

Do come in! [Obligingly, the door opens seemingly of its own accord, revealing the much-much-larger-on-the-inside office and its percolating contents.]

[If it's any help, it mostly smells good.]

[thatched]

[Thatch ducks his head and eases into the doorway and then sort of looms beside it, looking around for a chair that could possibly hold his frame. Though he doesn't want to upset any of the brewing stuff]

Quite a little experiment you have going. Aiming for anything in particular?

[jointheclub]

[Slughorn waves a hand dismissively.] Most of this is just replenishing the stocks. We went through quite a bit of our supplies during that battle. Never a dull moment, here. At my age you think they'd give me a chance to rest my weary bones...

[Not that he seems at all bothered by any aches or pains as he moves about his cauldrons, and really, if he was, that wouldn't speak very highly of his Potions prowess, would it?]

[thatched]

They need you too much, alas. [though he gets the feeling that the guy is proud of his work and to be working.]

Anyway, you...wanted to know about transformations? [he folds his arms and leans against the doorframe.] Do the medical people not have data readily available?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Marco knocks at the door to the open office and pops his head in, carrying a very large envelope.] Your quarterly phoenix feather supply might be a little bigger than usual this time, eh?

[Because he was insanely bigger in the spirit world and made sure to save loose feathers.]

[jointheclub]

Yes! Wonderful, wonderful. I've been quite looking forward to this. You, my boy, are the key of my experiments!

[He gestures a spot on one table with a few of the older feathers still sitting on it.]

[fierybluebird]

Oh, really? [All the deadpan.] That's great, eh. I'm honored. [Nope, he's freaked out.]

[jointheclub]

Absolutely! I can compare these new feathers to your old ones. Study the difference. Figure out what the differences are. There could be any number of potential uses for it. Might do us all some good.

[fierybluebird]

I think it's just size, but have fun.

I know Selphie and another kid got taller too.

[fionna_time]

Got it.

I don't know how I look in a short skirt. Or pigtails.

[jointheclub]

I beg your pardon?

[fionna_time]

I was, like, a magic girl. With the skirt and the wand and everything.

[jointheclub]

Yes, and...?

[Slughorn, of course, is not at all familiar with the trope here, except inasmuch as magic is done with wands.]

[fionna_time]

...Well, it wasn't like, you know, the magic people do here, where its all wands. It was more like, I'd take the wand, say some weird phrase and then all this crazy explosive junk would happen, and blow up the enemy!

[om_nom_namur]

Shit, man. Y' gonna make me pass out.

[There's a humanoid shark scowling into the office from the doorway. He sneezes, trying to clear his head.]

Smell that shit halfway 'cross Garden. Ain't y' got a filter 'r somethin'?

[HI SLUGHORN NICE TO MEET YOU!]

[jointheclub]

[Slughorn absently waves his wand at Namur, performing a Bubblehead Charm to encase his head in a globe of fresh clean air.]

Humans wouldn't be bothered by it. Most of these are for healing purpose after all. I suppose I'll have to modify the recipes for you. Wouldn't do to have any surprises pop up in the middle of the infirmary.

[om_nom_namur]

[Oh great now he looks like a damn human using a bubbly coral. Thanks, man.]

Nah it ain't that they're bad there's jus' a lotta 'em all t'gether an' I can't smell nothin' else.

[Considering how poor Namur's eyesight is, this is a problem.]

What is all that, anyway? Y' ain't the cook...

[jointheclub]

Potions, of course. Mostly for the infirmary. They exhausted their stock. Don't know how they seem to go through so many every time we get in a little scrape.

[He tsks, shaking his head as he drops a pinch of some unidentified black powder into a cauldron without really looking.]

[om_nom_namur]

Doctor. Got it.

[The shark nods, pokes gently at the bubble around his head to watch it wobble, and chuckles.]

How long's this thing good fer?

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru knocks on the door before stepping inside. Though she's in civilian clothes, her hair's up in pigtails and she's holding her Miracle apron.]

You... wanted to see people who changed during the battle?

[jointheclub]

I did indeed!

[Slughorn lets out a laugh as he motions her in, cheerful.]

The more of you the better.

[bunnypassingby]

Okay!

[She peers around curiously at the potion cauldrons as she comes further into the room, and then as she comes to a stop:] Um, my friend said I looked like a guinea pig.

[jointheclub]

You might want better friends.

[Judging by the distracted way he says that, he might not have put it into proper context...]

[bunnypassingby]

[Shocked and appalled, Mikuru folds her arms over her apron.] Maria's an amazing friend! She's supportive, and caring, and always helps out and has my back!