Testing, is it working yet? [Lovino]

Zaman peered into the classroom he had found, before walking it. Yup, it was desolate- perfect for the potion making and testing he and Lovino would be doing in here. He took off his robe and stuck it on a chair, before unbuttoning his shirt to the point that it would slide off his shoulders, but not him. Actually, he might get it stained like that, so he simply took it off. Laundry was not something he specialized in, and nor was he going to try the scourgify spell on a potion stain. That might have some strange effects Zaman wasn't interested in learning about. He sat in a chair and pondered on whether he should cut his hair or not while waiting for Lovino to find him.

"Not much" He shrugged " I just looked in every classroom until I found this one" Zaman had really looked in every classroom down a hallway, one by one, until he found what he was looking for. It was tedious, admittedly, but it got him where he needed to go, which was here. Looking at Lovino, he noticed that the Italian had gotten the potion ingredients. "So..." He started " Do I just wait while you make it?" He didn't think he'd be asked to help, but just in case, it didn't hurt to ask, really.

Zaman appeared to take the question very seriously, brow furrowing as he thought about why exactly this room was better than the rest. And then it came to him, almost too obviously! "Because!" Zaman started "This room is the only one without a teacher desk, see?" He pointed at the lack of a place for a teacher to sit or place their papers "So there won't be any teachers coming in and wondering why we're here." Yes, this was definitely a good thing to notice. Unless the teacher just liked standing but that was unlikely, of course!

Listening to Lovino, Zaman sat himself on a chair and watched Lovino, not objecting. Doing work like this was boring, and he didn't like potions anyway, so he'd just watch until he grew too restless.

"Well...thanks, I think." Zaman replied, feeling a hint of sarcasm in Lovino's reply. It was kind of weird, but whatever. It certainly wasn't worth it to dwell on it, so he simply continued to watch Lovino work his magic on the various ingredients. Zaman himself wasn't exactly good at Potions, and he never really found a use for it, so his interest in Lovino's potion-making began to wane, and he started to fidget uncomfortably. Sitting in a chair for hours didn't suit him much, but it was school, and he had to deal with it. But this wasn't class, and Lovino wasn't his teacher. So he started tapping his fingers on a desk, or rocking his chair back and forth, ignoring the possibility that he might end up falling over.

Gosh, did it always take so long to make a potion?

Zaman continued to watch, on and off- did it always take too long? Or was whatever that stuff on him was- was that getting to him? "Hey, Lovinooo" He started to whine, before being sharply cut off by Lovino, who earned a look from him. Goddamn, was this what the Slytherin House was like? He was glad he didn't really acquaint himself with them often.

He continued his habits of rocking the chair back and forth and such- he didn't realize that Lovino didn't like it, and anyway, he was irritated enough to want to piss off the older student, if only to not be bored for 30 seconds. Oh, and his neck was a bit numb, too, but what's-his-face would have to wait for that information. Hmph. He could at least talk about what he was doing. (But Zaman might end up complaining about that too, so that wasn't a good idea, was it?)

Lovino resolved to ignore Zaman, figuring that was the best option. And it seemed to work, save the one time he had given the Gryffindor a look for whining at him. He knew that not all Gryffindors were so childish but damn it, why did he have to deal with this one? He hated working with childish people unless they were actually children. Children were allowed to get away with that sort of thing, but teenagers were not. And if Zaman didn't stop his behavior, Lovino would do something stupid just to make him stay still.

Unfortunately for the both of them, Zaman seemed less than receptive to the idea of stopping. Lovino took a deep breath and tossed a potion at him, watching carefully to make sure he caught it. It wouldn't do anything if it touched his skin, but he hated wasting potions like that. "Drink that. It might help take away the chill." And it might. It would also send his hair color spiraling through the rainbow, but it might take the chill away.

Thankfully, Zaman caught the potion. Now what was Lovino doing? It only took a few seconds for his question to be answered; therefore, the potion was opened and downed without much hesitance. Ugh. Making a face at the taste of the potion, Zaman did feel the numbness in his neck start to go away. Still felt cold, but not as much as before.

"Better now...a bit" He relented "It's not as cold" It was a help that Lovino knew how to do these sorts of things...and actually manage to get them right "That means you must be close to getting a potion that's going to fix this, right?" Maybe this was easier than they originally thought. Maybe they'd be done soon and Zaman could go and play cards or whatever he'd be doing right now.

He wasn't aware, though, that his hair was slowly turning blue; he was too lost in his own thoughts about getting away from the Slytherin and returning to normal.

"My back?" He really hadn't been thinking about his back at all. "I dunno, it sort of feels cold... not like I can't feel it. " He spun around in his chair- Lovino could look at it, then, right? Of course he could.

As he spun around, he notices a flash of blue come into and out of his vision. Looking around, he saw that one- no- both of those weird curl-things were a nice shade of blue. Pushing his bangs in front of his face, he realized those were blue too. His whole head was probably blue now! It was probably the work of that potion he drank- it had to be! Unless having your hair turn blue was just a side effect of whatever was on his back.

"My...hair is blue, right?" He questioned, hoping that maybe he'd get a no and a 'the potion occasionally does those kinds of things to your brain'.