With no one around to question her, and a fairly
definitive distraction on the school lawn, Anne snuck into the potions lab
unnoticed. All the while, her inner conscious was fighting with her.

      'What am I
doing... why??? Why not, no one is paying attention to me now, I won't get in
trouble.  I am just being a curious
'claw? Yes. I just want to know what those girls were up to. I'm sure they were
brewing something when they shouldn't have been.'

      "Ah! This must be it," Anne said to
herself, picking up the phial containing what was left of the potion. She
studied the potion carefully; the honey smell was nice. So nice, in fact, that
Anne was tempted to sample it. She frowned as she thought to herself, 'Why were they brewing something at night is
a great question.  Why you would
sample a random potion is an even better one. Especially when you don't even
know what it is! Oh... not random...'

      "Hello... those silly girls left their
directions here. No wonder it smells like honey - its Babbling Beverage!"

      Anne lifted the phial to her lips, but paused. 'But...why would I drink it? To see what the
effects are, I am curious after all, ever the student. Here goes nothing.' The
sweet taste of honey filled her mouth.

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       Meanwhile, on the castle lawn, the girls were trying
rather unsuccessfully to stick the jelly beans to the marquee.

      'Professor
Darkstorm must have put some sort of protective spell on them,' Aranya tried to tell the others, but all that came
out was "Snargaluff pesto zoot suit cracker hinkey puff!"

      "Upside-down carrot zoo turquoise tree," Addie
insisted, waving her wand at the jellybeans. "Water-ski Liberal arts!
Wachovia Liberace!" But nothing happened.  Addie threw down her wand in frustration, unable to cast a
simple levitating spell, and began to smash the jellybeans onto the marquee.

      Rae had already given up trying to use Incendio to
melt the jelly beans when she nearly set Apolline's robes on fire. Instead, she
had run back to the castle and fetched a huge tub of superglue. The other girls
were all very curious as to where Rae had been hiding it, but, of course, they
couldn't ask her.

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      In the Potions room, Anne was sitting quietly at one
of the tables, reading one of Professor Nivera's advanced potions books. She
jumped, startled, at the sudden sound of the door opening. Professor Nivera was
just as surprised to see Anne, a Head Girl, sitting in the potions room well
after bedtime. Anne had cleaned up all the potion making supplies from the
girls' experiment, but the smell of honey still hung heavily in the air. 

     "I... robot purple..." Anne tried to
explain, but the words wouldn't come out. "Microwave leggings beagle?"

      The professor leveled Anne with a stern glare.
"I would ask you to explain yourself, but your babbling speaks volumes.
Professor Darkstorm will hear about this." She briskly crossed the room to
her desk.

      Anne watched in horror as Professor Nivera began
filling out a detention slip.

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      The girls were 3/4 through gluing the jelly beans
onto the marquee so that it read in 2 foot tall letters, "#Nivestorm"
and "#SheSaidYes," when Aranya frantically began pulling on their
robes.

      "Pot pie armageddon! Apocalypse armadillo
xylophone!!! Moose uncle turnip storm!!! Thunder!!!"

      Rae and Apolline nearly dropped Addie, who they had
been holding up, as they registered what Aranya was trying to tell them. They
could see the familiar figure of the Transfiguration professor marching toward
them across the lawn. Even with the effects of the babbling beverage, they knew
what she was telling them... DOOM!!! MUCH DOOM!!! They were about to be...
#Darkstormed.