Lysander!! My favourite character in A Midsummer Night's Dream!! Because he was once played by Lee Hong Ki oppa
Thanks Guys for keeping this going I shall update tomorrow my loverlies as I have just got my iPod back! (I nearly died without PIMD DAMN! I'm addicted!)
Chapter 9 The golden strand of hair hits the muddy coloured mixture and the cauldron erupts into bubbles, completing the potion. "Finally we're ready," Al smiles. He has been brewing the Polyjuice potion for at least a month now in secret. The Qudditch storage room had become stuffy and humid. Dusty Quidditch equipment dating back to my father's time at Hogwarts was piled up to the ceiling, leaving very little room for me and Al to brew this vile potion. "It's almost five o'clock, we should get going." I stretch, thankful to be out of the cramped position I was crouched in. I reach for the brown, leather satchel that holds the invisiblity cloak and Wildfire Whiz-Bangs. Al holds up a vial of the murky liquid and tips it to his lips chugging it in an instant. He faces me cringing from the swill he just forced down his throat, "Lets do this" he smirks when his face begins to morph into Mark, a random Slytherin kid we tackled in the corridor. The skin all over his body was bubbling, colours changed, limbs grew, and features shrank. From where I stood it didn't look very enjoyable, probably wasn't though. Mischeivous green eyes turned an icy blue shade and Al's long, black, messy hair was pulled into his scalp, changing it to short military style, the little spikes of hair paled in comparison to his skin. Al's Qudditch toned muscles shrank into non-existence and best of all he was just about arm rest height. In a bottle he was an icy eyed midget… midgets frickin scare me. Don't ask, please… just don't. I'd rather not relive the horrors.