Mad Science

Meg absolutely adored working for Luna. She was just amazed with the witch herself, not to even get her started on how awesome her work was. Who wouldn't love working in a science lab, honestly? Meg learned something new everyday. And, luckily just like Luna, Meg learned she liked a little danger with her science - well, some would call it danger. Meg called it exciting; Luna used bigger words like experimentation and discovery that Meg liked just as much. They were cautious enough. Maybe no gloves and maybe an unorthodox method every now and then, but for as long as they'd worked together, neither of them had suffered any irreversible bodily harm - and that was saying something.

Especially considering what they were up to today. Meg remembered well dealing with venomous tentaculas in her Hogwarts days; the experience had rather turned her off from having one in her own garden, despite how lucrative such a plant could be. She was exacting her long-awaited revenge on those memories today, dicing up tentacles with just a hint of a grin on her face and plenty of sweat on her brow. By all measurements, these tentacles were no longer associated with anything alive - but apparently, no one had told them that. They fought valiantly against Meg's knife but her fingers were quick and her cuts exact. The wriggling wasn't nearly as disturbing when it was just coming from weak little bits of chopped tentacle.

As she worked alongside the girl, Meg was always tuned it to what Luna was saying - she understood about half of it, but she listened all the same. Her attention turned to the other blonde as she wondered out loud, eyeing the work at Luna's hands. Alihotsy leaves, if she remembered correctly. Her grin widened, wondering what would come next if Luna was doing some wondering herself. She nodded at the girl's request, "You got it," and hopped over to one of many shelves lined with ingredients. It took her a minute to find the right thing, so she missed Luna's inhalation experimentation. By the time Meg had vial in hand and was turning around, Luna was devolving into uncontrollable giggles.

Meg couldn't help it - laughter was contagious and no one was more susceptible than Meg. It didn't strike her as odd at all that Luna would suddenly have a giggle fit - honestly, nothing Luna could do would strike her as out of the ordinary. Well...expect for things like stumbling, and then actually enjoying the sensation of a venomous tentacula death grip. Meg stopped laughing abruptly once Luna fell, making a side trip for her wand before dashing over to the fallen blonde. Luna's leg was violently purple, and more tentacles were crawling all across the floor from the upturned bucket. Meg knelt just long enough to slash at the tentacle around Luna's ankle with a Severing Charm - hoping to hell she aimed right and didn't cut the girl instead - before straightening back up and stomping wherever she could, trying to squish as many tentacles as she could. She was aware that she was a witch and hand a wand in her hand, but she was likely to blow the whole lab up if she tried to use magic on this mess. There was just one other little issue - Luna couldn't breathe. Shit. Meg remembered the vial in her hand, crouching down again to try and press it into Luna's hand as she flopped about, hoping once more to hell that it would work the way Luna thought it would. She had a bad feeling this was an experiment gone wrong.