Septiplier One Shots

Double, Double & Some Bubble

"A what?" Mark said bending down to look at the pot. It was unlike any potion he had ever seen before. The color looked like cotton candy, it seemed to be bubbling and stirring itself. If he were being honest with himself it looked like a really pretty bath bomb.

"Soulmate potion," Jack mumbled without looking to Mark, pushing some papers around his work bench. He looked a wreck to put it lightly. The bags under his eyes were so prominent that they had begun to look bruised, almost washing away the color of his eyes, almost. The wizard seemed to find what he was looking for. With a grunt, Jack picked up a scrap of paper and pulled a pen out of his pants pocket and begun scribbling on the paper mumbling as he went.

Mark looked at his husband curiously, he had always gotten lost in his work but this was by far the worst he has been in ages. Jack and he had met six years ago at a wizarding convention, Jack had been explaining the latest discovery he had made in potions.

Mark had entered the room with a large group of witches and wizards, they were all diplomats for different departments to see what was being advanced in the wizarding community. Mark and the group talked among themselves in the dimly lit room as they waited for the speaker to arrive, they were late, whoever they were. This may be Mark's first time here but he knew that being late wasn't good. Mark started listening in on the mumbles around him.

"Who is this even?" a man with a pot belly asked with a huff.

A lanky women adjusted her glasses and sniffed, "McLoughlin, who else?"

The man scoffed, "Not that coot."

"I heard last year he nearly blew up the building," another man with a mouse nose said adding himself to the conversation.

"Potions aren't even worth wasting my time with, no one has made any sorta of advancement since the last 140 centuries," the man with a large stomach said. The women seemed like she has ready to interject more when a hush fell over the crowd and everyone turned to see a man walk out onto the stage. Well, it was more of a stumble. The man wore a worn lab coat that was covered in stains, some of which seemed to glow. He looked a mess and when he dropped his papers a large number of people snickered. The man took several moments to settle himself before he looked at the crowd for the first time, he seemed to have not noticed them until now.

"Hello, my name is Dr. McLoughlin, head of potions at all seventy of the major wizarding schools in North America and Europe. Today I would like to talk about aloe," several people laughed at this. "Aloe has long since be pushed aside as an ingredient used by small children who can't get their hands on anything worthwhile but if you give me some of your time I will show you my recent findings and --"

"Do you have anything worth our time," the thin women said picking lint off her dress.

The potion master regarded her for a moment before nodding, "Yes.....aloe, as I have found, has hidden abilities we never new about and wait, trust me," the docotr called out as the group started for the exit to head to the next person hoping that maybe that actually had something to say, when everyone was gone the doctor threw his papers on the ground, "Fuck!"

Mark cleared his throat and walked to the front of the room from the back where he had been standing in the shadows, "I wouldn't mind hearing what you have to say."

The doctor blinked at him before growing suspicious, "Look I don't need some asshole laughing at my work."

Make put his hands up then raised one out, "I promise I won't. I'm Mark. Mark Fischbach, this is my first year."

The doctor took his had and shook it weakly, "Jack McLoughlin."

"Hello Jack, so I think you were talking about the aloe plant?" Mark said smiling. Jack smiled back before straightening himself up and continuing on like he still had a room full of people and not one very handsome man who had at some point welcomed himself up on stage to get a better look at what Jack was doing.