Exidental slimecedent
Jevin was good at many things, whether on purpose or not. He, for one, could knit the most magical Christmas sweaters Hogwarts had ever seen, fairy lights and everything! He would always make some for his newfound friends at Hogwarts as his Christmas gift for them, but now that the Friday night game night had started, he suddenly found himself with a lot more friends and too little time to make so many sweaters!
But he was dedicated. This was his job. Everyone at Hogwarts knew of his sweaters, as his friends made a habit of showing them off in the time running up to Christmas. And every year they got more intricate. But now he had to make twenty five in the span of five weeks and he was not prepared at all.
He had his supplies yes, but if he had to manually make sweaters for all twenty five of them, he would not physically have the time to make them all.
So, like for every solution to a problem, the library it was!
He spent an hour or three in the library looking for the perfect knitting spell he could use, even getting help from Madam Pince who really loved knitting and helped him get just the perfect books for knitting spells and different patterns.
Now it was onto the harder part, getting the spell right. This normally would not have been a problem for anyone, but Jevin had a weird habit of turning something into slime when trying a new spell or just having a lack of focus. It was really annoying.
The first time he turned something into a slimy goo was when they had their third charms class. It was the first time they would actually be doing magic, which was really exciting for little Jev as he grew up around Muggles and had yet to do his first spell.
Imagine his surprise when the feather he tried to levitate turned into a yucky blue goo. Half the class had laughed at him, before Flitwick waved it off, cleaned it up and gave him a new feather. It did not happen again for a while.
Until they started using magic in Transfiguration. He had been fearful of it happening again, the feeling of shame on the back of his mind, and indeed, because of his hesitance, it happened again.
But what made it even worse was that they were practising on a mouse and that he now had a blue gooey mouse running around his table. Again the class started laughing and again professor McGonagall waved them off and undid what he had gone.
After class she gave him some tips to boost his confidence and told him that this was far from the worst thing someone had ever done in her class.
It helped him a lot at first, but then it just kept happening. No matter what he tried something would always turn into blue goo as soon as he did a new spell. And so it quickly became a joke with his new friends Cub, Joe and Hypno. Hypno being the only one of the four not to be in Ravenclaw, but that did not matter to any of them.
Jevin indeed turned the table into blue slime when he first practised the spell, but immediately turned it back (he had quickly learned how to do that). But after that it was smooth sailing.
He spent day after day, personalising every single one of them until it was the day before Christmas. He finished in the morning already and all he had to do now was put a few singing charms he had decided to add yesterday evening.
It was just supposed to be a simple charm, one he had done countless times before, but he was not focussed enough. He had spent weeks working on this and really needed his sleep.
The pile of Christmas sweaters turned into blue goo.
Jev sighed in frustration and did the counter spell.
It did not work.
He panicked and tried it again. It. Still. Did. Not. Work.
And he tried again and again and again and again. Nothing worked. He was now just left with a bunch of blue gooey Christmas sweaters and a crushed dream. He began to cry silently. He had done so much work for this, only for it to be ruined by his stupid slimy curse?!
And so he did the only logical thing; he went to Xisuma. His fellow Muggleborn had also decided to stay for Christmas and was most likely in the Hospital wing again.
He sprinted towards the Hospital wing and came barreling in. Luckily for him it was indeed Xisuma and not Madam Pomfrey who was tending to the wing, or otherwise he would have been given an earful.
Xisuma had been arranging bottles in a dark oak cabinet and looked up as soon as he heard him.
“Jevin! What brings you here?” Jevin had to gain his breath for a moment before he began to explain everything, fully panicked.
It took Xisuma a minute to process what had happened, but as soon as he understood the severity of the situation, he and Jev booked it towards the Ravenclaw tower. There were no patients anyway and the younger was more important at this moment.
Together they entered the Ravenclaw common room and X began assessing the situation.
“Hmm, I think the reason your counterspell did not work is because of the many spells that are already on the sweaters. But don’t ya worry, I think I know just the spell for that!”
X was indeed able to fix his sweaters and even helped him wrap the presents, Jev of course did not let him see his.
The following morning all twenty five Hermits received a beautifully wrapped magical Christmas sweater in their favourite colours and decorated with their favourite things.
Mumbo, for example, got a black sweater decorated with redstone and machinery. Impulse got a yellow and black one decorated with a ginormous i.
And X, X got a beautiful grey and purple sweater that matched his hospital outfit, as a thanks.
This was going to be a perfect Christmas for all of them!