Me and the Devil: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter ONE ELEVEN - Polyjuice

We let our friend sit a moment with his thoughts,

a moment with his tintype,

a moment with our little faces,

a moment with his own.

Only when the thoughts of our current predicament tick into our time did Sebastian take a step up over his shoulder.

"You're quite the handsome chap yourself there mate."

Ominis - Black - laughed quietly.

Sebastian continued. "Can't say I can say the same for you right now though..."

Ominis held his palm up in front of his eyes peering at it as his face fell.

"...Oh. Merlin I'm so sorry... I...." He paused and touched his fingers to his lips, tilting his head down. "I don't sound... am I Headmaster Black?" The panic and fear slapped his voice and I couldn't help but giggle at the humor of it all.

Black afraid of himself.

"Believe me, I may not be a fan of Professor Fig's clothing, but he would never wear.... that." Sebastian stood with his arms crossed, eyeing the man up and down. "Honestly, its all a bit much isn't it?"

I shrugged.

"It's probably the only thing that fit his ego."

Sebastian bit his lip in a smirk.

"We truly need to hurry... Polyjuice potion is- quite the fickle brew. Depending on how well it was made it could last as little as ten minutes..." Ominis stood quickly, reaching for a non existent breast pocket before fiddling around Black's clothing until he found one and tucked the tintype inside. "...and given the reputation of our potion's master... I shan't say we have luck on our side."

Sebastian stepped over to where we had left our own potion bottles and snatched them up quickly, eyeing the labels with squinted eyes.

"Honestly how does he understand any of this?"

I reached for the closest bottle and he eyed me suspiciously.

"We're already mixed up, you were supposed to be Black... might as well just go for it."

"Hold on now."

I was tempted to drink the bottle anyway but the way he was cocking his head all the way to the right in attempts to read his label was too humorous to miss.

"Here, you take this one... I think that's a W..."

We swapped bottles and he winked. "Ready Barlowe?"

"Ready Sallow?"

"Just drink them already." Professor Black pouted.

One last breath.

One giant sip,

that I nearly threw up.

The taste was so horrid I could feel it in the tips of my ears.

My body instantly felt unlike my own, my skin felt bubbly, my heart pounded faster and faster and faster.

I was vaguely aware of Ominis raising his wand and the feeling of fabric brushing my shoulders. I could have sworn I heard him laughing too.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the air slammed against my face.

"You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME." A singsong female voice whined from my right and I slammed my lids open. 

Standing just where I'd left Sebastian, was a glowering rumple of bright green fabric and rope-like red hair tied into two impossibly long braids.

Professor Garlick.