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[Sydney Townsend]

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Michael Newton had disrespected Sydney in a duel for the last time and since she wasn't going to get another chance to put him in his place on the duelling platform, it was time she took matters into her own hands. It'd become clear that Newton needed a hand in growing up and not acting like a child, so it had only seemed natural to brew up an aging potion for him. If Michael wasn't going to act his age, Sydney was going to make him.

The potion had taken a little extra time to brew between NEWT prep, but Sydney had it finished, and it hadn't taken much extra prep to set it somewhere safe and wait for Michael to arrive in the Great Hall for dinner. A simple switching spell dumped out his drink for her potion and now all Sydney needed to was watch and wait gleefully from the Slytherin table as he took a sip.

 

[Michael Newton]

Michael was glad the semester was ending, and while he would soon be done with school, the idea of what lay ahead after graduation was brewing excitement. He and Sully had talked about living together after graduation, and while his father thought that seemed like waste of time and money, what better time to waste time and money than your late teens?

As he made his way into the Great Hall, he waved to a couple people and noticed Sydney looking his way. He rolled his eyes and took a seat, trying not to let her death glares bother him. The letters she'd sent the previous year were always on his mind, but seeing as nothing had happened and she had the perfect opportunity to actually harm him in their last duel, Michael had let his guard down. The Gryffindor stuffed his plate with lots of carbs and proteins and very few vegetables before piling some rolls into his mouth. He giggled at someone's joke before grabbing his drink and taking a swig. He kept pigging out until he felt a weird sensation take over him. almost like he'd smelled something foul. His face started to itch, and he scratched it before feeling a tickle in his throat. Maybe he was allergic to something in the food? Taking another large swig of his beverage, Michael felt a jolt push him off the bench as he fell onto the floor, closing his eyes, flailing until the itching and sensations stopped.

Michael opened his eyes in surprise as things seemingly returned to normal until he looked at his hands. Those were definitely not his hands, and he saw some of his gray curls hanging in front of his face. While he needed a haircut, he knew his hair didn't look this bad and managed to stand up as every bone in his body ached. "Bloody hell," he croaked out after seeing his reflection off some silver dishes. Normally, he would have joked about it, but seeing as he must have consumed a lot of it, he wasn't sure how old he had aged. And being this old was not fun.

 

[Sydney Townsend]

Sydney could barely keep her cool as Michael went for his glass, glancing away and busying herself with her bag for plausible deniability as she waited for the reaction to take hold. It didn't take long, and Sydney glanced up gleefully as Michael hobbled to his feet. The potion had worked perfectly, and it seemed like even Newton had run out of jokes for once as the weight of the added years dragged him down. Vindicated, Sydney got to her feet, striding past Michael as casually as she could. "Glad to see you've finally decided to grow up," she threw at him as she brushed past, unable to contain her grin as she kept walking.

 

[Michael Newton]

Michael felt his bones actually aching and figured he'd should somehow get to the Hospital Wing. This wasn't something he quite knew how to fix and he went to lean on the table for a moment to stabalize himself. When he turned around, Sydney was making a snarky comment, and it took a few seconds before Michael really internalized what she had said. "Oh, you...." he started, thinking of some choice words in his mind that would easily get him a dentention if said out loud. His pranks during the duels and all other times had been harmless, and this was just a ridiculous way to get back at someone. An aging potion was simple and childish. She was one to talk. Clearing his throat, he started slowly making his way out of the Great Hall, grimacing. He'd have the final say. He was sure of it.