Originally Posted by Ama

Edita twisted her mouth, her usual gesture whenever she was holding back from saying something cheeky at the Grass-munching Gryffindor. He would be against brownies, wouldn't he? A hiss called her attention back to her potion and she watched it simmer, slowing beginning to change from crystal clear to a barely there blue. It was meant to turn turquoise, but Edita wasn't sure what color that was specifically. Blue was blue, wasn't it?

"I assume they change the color," Edita responded to November's question but directed her gaze to Ezra. "You should ask the little potions master here though. I'm no expert. I just know how to throw things into the mix."

And sometimes she could stir clockwise or was it counter clockwise? Ed decided she'd allow Ezra and November to put their big brains together while she went back to staring at her simmering potion, until it turned a brighter blue. That should be just about it, right? Shrugging, Edita glanced down at her untidy scrawl for the next step.

"Add one measure of Doxy Eggs," she murmured and made a face at the paper. "Which means what? Three eggs? Then why not just say so from the beginning? Why do they have to confuse you?"

UGH. Edita scooped the doxy eggs from the jar, and manually picked out the surplus with nervous fingers, dropping those back into the jar until only three were left in her spoon. "It doesn't say if it's all in one go, or one by one so..."

She dropped those in quickly before she could second guess herself some more. Edita held her breath for ten seconds, but nothing had exploded, or burped, or made some obscene noise, or gone up in flames. She patted her arms, they were all intact. Her nose too, she noticed, as she pawed at her face.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, hunching over. "I thought for sure I was going to lose a body part early on in the game of this potion mixing business."

Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

If a change was going to happen in her potion then she needed it to happen with this ginger...or whatever she was planning to put into it because well...yeah...she was really missing the blue and not fancying the green so much. It had nothing to do with what it represented, obviously, she was just a rather particular child, especially when it came to things like colours. Some colours were just prettier, okay??

For some reason she felt this urge to try poking the colour away with her wand, that usually worked you know, her poking things away with her wand but she didn't want anything to go wrong with her very...interesting, for lack of a better word, wand so she refrained.

Instead she got the last thing that needed to be added, only it wasn't the last ingredient because she still needed to think of something else that she was going to add. It probably had to represent something and she barely knew the ingredients that went into any one potion as it were. If she still couldn't think of anything by the time the ginger did it's stuff then she'd probably have to ask the Professor. Potions would be so much better if it didn't have the part where you had to memorize stuff to put into it along with what they might do for it.

Lex got the ginger in but after watching it disappear into the solution she realized something; she still had no idea what else she was putting in there. She turned the Professor. "Professor, I don't think I know what else I'm meant to put in here...like...it's supposed to be something of our choosing but what exactly is it meant for...?" Did that even make sense? She could try rephrasing, it all went to her not knowing what to put in.

Originally Posted by hpfan18

Originally Posted by Hermione_loves_Ron

Humor was, admittedly, not one of November's strong suits. In fact, it was pretty far down the list she was sure, surgeons the response of her friends - or lack thereof, seeing how Eddie took November literally. The Ravenclaw frowned and cast a lingering curious glance at Edits, her brows knit together. It was hardly worth it to note, and yet, "Never mind it, Edits. It was a joke. A bad joke."

Note to self: you are awful at humor, November. Leave it to Eddie, and her dart jokes and butt jokes.

Her gaze returned to her cauldron, and the pink liquid within. At least it'd finally gotten to an acceptable shade of pink. While she was fairly decent at potions, November found it required great patience, and rather lacked it in great quantities. Plus, these instructions made her second guess everything she did. Sometimes a girl just required a lot of details.

Holding the jar of the dragonfly thoraxes (and what exactly, was a thorax?) November noted the amount of animals used in potions. Sure, dragonflies were bugs and Noe held little compassion or concern for bugs, but there were seahorses involved, involved as well!

"Er, sorry little guys," November apologized half-heartedly, with an unconcerned shrug. One, two, two-thirds, four, five, a shift in colors. The pink began to deepen, headed to a pretty shade of magenta she'd like to wear on her nails. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, opinion, couldn't she just leave it st this pretty color?

Finally, the eighteenth dragonfly whatever bit breached what November assumed was red enough. Right? Could it go another shade? The instructions said not to exceed twenty - that left two. What happened after twenty, though? She'd rather not mess up this potion!

"Does this look red enough?" she questioned her friends, catching her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling gently as she contemplated the shade in her cauldron. Precision made her anxious. Bad marks and melted cauldrons rather ruined her mood.