#telltale wyrmwood

[reedtale]

More of my evil scientist guy, Telltale Wyrmwood!

Telltale is a guy who made a deal with an evil spider-god for... knowledge? I guess? Something like that. The idea is that he wanted to figure out how to "solve the problem of mortality", prevent himself from dying and the like. He also mostly likes experimenting with things just for the sake of it, just to see what will happen, what his limits are, what's possible.

He created the Tales, partial clones of him, with the knowledge he bargained for, and Reedtale was the first Tale. He eventually died, becoming a ghost, and his journals were found by Reedtale, who unintentionally and unknowingly let Tell's ghost possess him, sort of.

Later on, Telltale devised a plan to sever Reedtale's soul from his body so that Telltale could completely take it over, and was successful. It's a long story, I won't go into all of that right now.

But yeah, he's a bit goofy, he's a terrible person, and I love him, so now everyone else has to look at him too.

[wjmoriarty]

“ EVANESCO, ” William murmured, flicking his wand ( 12¾, yew, dragon heartstring core, unyielding with an ornate golden handle) over the empty Sopophorous husks littering his otherwise orderly workstation. He hated working with the things, truth be told; they were messy and had the terrible tendency to stain his pale fingers something dreadful. But, they were a necessary evil and as the potion bubbling away happily in his cauldron slowly transitioned to that telltale shade of lovely lilac, William couldn’t help the pleased smile that pulled at his lips.

It was a special privilege— first granted last year by Professor Blackfell himself— to be allowed into the potions classroom during free period and one that he had taken care to make every use of; even now on the first day of classes. Sherlock would out and about anyways; either chasing cases or messing with his muggle toys or doing whatever else it was his rival/friend (both? neither?...it was complicated) got up to in his spare time (maybe he’d picked up another class even, William didn’t bother pretending to know what exactly it was going around in that boys head a vast majority of the time) but it meant that William had a stretch of uneventful, unremarkable, Sherlock-free time in the middle of his day, so what other way to spend it then by meticulously brewing and bottling draughts and elixirs and potions most other students his age hadn’t even heard of?

(Spoken only humbly of course, or, at least when looking at the class rankings and seeing his name so often falter from first to none other than the one and only self-proclaimed ‘consulting detective’; though it was true and everyone knew it. Together they were the brightest minds of their generation, the ones everyone had their eyes on and so it wasn’t simply William’s vanity speaking but rather irrefutable fact.)

He turned off the burner with an elegant wave of his hand and uncorked the flask he’d prepared earlier with anti-expiry charms and a neat label reading “Draught of Living Death” in swooping carefully penned cursive. What he did here while attending Hogwarts, the classes he took and Quidditch games he attended and time spent running about the grounds and restricted areas and Hogsmeade... all of it was but a precursor. Finish the year and then but one more to go before things could truly start— that so coveted and needed change could well and truly and finally begin. 

But for now, William would settle contentedly with the sense of satisfaction wrought from another successfully completed potion swirling in its bottle, the calm he felt from the coolness of the dungeons and the scent of wyrmwood and dittany and powdered mandrake. He’d hunt down Sherlock soon enough or, more likely, the other boy would find him and they’d properly catch up. Louis had swindled his attentions on the train and throughout the welcoming feast and William had only so far managed to catch a glimpse of his dark-haired friend (Sherlock called him that, so why not)— and William was admittedly anxious to see him again.

Particularly so, with the announcement yesterday evening of this years Tri-Wizard Tournament crisp and clear and distinct in his mind.

— @holmesed

[reedtale]

Evil scientist oc! Yippee!