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StarShine · 11-08-2015, 08:19 AM

Text Cut: Sara, hermionegold, Julia

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Originally Posted by Sararara

It was too bad, too, 'cause he hadn't even eaten any of the oatmeal cookies she'd bakes for him. Well, y'know. Tried to bake for him. They'd come out all lumpy, but it was the thought counted, right? There was no possible way they could ever taste as horrid as they had last time, which had to count as an accomplishment.

She dipped her quill in ink and began to record all the lovey dovey stuff Culloden had written on the board, looking up to read the next line and catching a glimpse of Yoongi from the corner of her eye just as her hand gave a completely involuntary spasm and knocked her ink well all over her desk. UHHHHH. Had Culloden done something to the AIR in here? It sure was feeling very strange. He was probably trying to teach some grand lesson on how dangerous love was; that sounded like something he'd do. She pulled out her wand and cast a quiet "Scourgify" on the ink-covered surfaces 'till they were all good as new, then looked up at Professor Culloden with a polite smile. Nothing had happened. Nothing at all. Just at him. Not at anybody else. Yoongi was her FRIEND there was no reason why she should feel the need to look at him during a lesson. Unless his hair was on fire or something, but that was a different story and probably much more dangerous than love potions. Plus, it was very nice hair.

Thought WASN'T the thing that counted, no. Not for him, who happened to take a bite from the cookies as his eyes fell on her ink, and he was not happy with what he was eating and seeing. Of course, he didn't know they were her cookies - which was precisely why he had been arriving at classes after the students came in, but he knew SHE knocked the ink all over. He made a face that clearly showed he would... feed the cookies to some innocent animal or something, and that he would not allow another mistake from her in this class.

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Originally Posted by hermionegold

So yeah, Amortentia. Gwen knew enough about that to say, Wait, had that been said already? Gwen's brain tumor had left her with short memory span issues.

Cosgrach looked around to see if anyone heard that. Good. He didn't like his homework questions to be answered at class.

"That's up for speculation," he said, "thank you for your input. We've moved on now, so why don't you copy the blackboard and fill your cauldron with water? If you need help, you can ask your friends or just raise your hand and I'll come." They had already covered the basic potions skills in the previous lessons, so he didn't need to remind her, did he?

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Amortentia to him smelled like... a CAULDRON, though? He liked the smell of a cauldron?! HAHAHA. Soph laughed when he said it, bringing a hand up to her mouth in a lame attempt to suppress her laughter, and almost raised a hand to comment on the fact that of COURSE food was one of the scents for him... but, luckily, she had enough sense to decide against doing that, and instead kept giggling to herself.
...
Before she could stop herself, she was talking aloud, mostly to Culloden, though her hand hadn't raised, but did she really need to since she was sitting in the seat nearest to him at the front anyway? "Lots of number eights." Lots of them, in the WHOLE RECIPE. "In 'rithmancy the number eight represents, like, success 'n finances 'n power 'n stuff." Did he know? "M'not so sure about the money part with this, but I can see how success 'n power relate. You're essentially gaining power over someone by giving this to 'em, 'n you're finding success in making 'em display the attitude of having fallen in love with you. Not real, but they're at least acting that way, 'n a lotta desperate people would see that as success."

...okay, no, Cosgrach wouldn't take offence because she had just gone through terrible things. Nope. He was going to take a bite from her breakfast plate instead to show her all was REALLY fine...

Well, of course she noticed that and had a few things to say. He listened, and actually liked it. Of course he didn't know about Arithmancy - could she really imagine his young self dealing with numbers? - but he nodded in the end.

"It can certainly be related to that," he said, "there are many speculations about the way some potions work. The version I read is 8 is the symbol of infinity when placed horizontally, and that there are 7 days in a week so 8th day practically doesn't exist, but love is supposed to be beyond and infinite so it goes onto 8th. Figuratively." He shrugged. Maybe all were true, maybe none was. Who knew?

Did she... need to get out or something?

Moving on, then.

He revealed new steps on the blackboard.

"Light a fire under the cauldron and set it to maximum. Then, add the heads of the sneezewort all at once and stir 8 times clockwise with a metal stick."

This was his cue to begin walking slowly in the aisles to see if they did correctly.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Blackboard

3. Light a fire under the cauldron and set it to maximum
4. Add the heads of the sneezewort
5. Stir 8 times clockwise with a metal stick

OOC: I'll post again 24 hours later.

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StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Text Cut: Sara, hermionegold, Julia Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara It was too bad, too, 'cause he hadn't even eaten any of the oatmeal cookies she'd bakes for him. Well, y'know. Tried to bake for him. They'd come out all lumpy, but it was the thought counted, right? There was no possible way they could ever taste as horrid as they had last time, which had to count as an accomplishment. She dipped her quill in ink and began to record all the lovey dovey stuff Culloden had written on the board, looking up to read the next line and catching a glimpse of Yoongi from the corner of her eye just as her hand gave a completely involuntary spasm and knocked her ink well all over her desk. UHHHHH. Had Culloden done something to the AIR in here? It sure was feeling very strange. He was probably trying to teach some grand lesson on how dangerous love was; that sounded like something he'd do. She pulled out her wand and cast a quiet "Scourgify" on the ink-covered surfaces 'till they were all good as new, then looked up at Professor Culloden with a polite smile. Nothing had happened. Nothing at all. Just at him. Not at anybody else. Yoongi was her FRIEND there was no reason why she should feel the need to look at him during a lesson. Unless his hair was on fire or something, but that was a different story and probably much more dangerous than love potions. Plus, it was very nice hair. Thought WASN'T the thing that counted, no. Not for him, who happened to take a bite from the cookies as his eyes fell on her ink, and he was not happy with what he was eating and seeing. Of course, he didn't know they were her cookies - which was precisely why he had been arriving at classes after the students came in, but he knew SHE knocked the ink all over. He made a face that clearly showed he would... feed the cookies to some innocent animal or something, and that he would not allow another mistake from her in this class. Quote: Originally Posted by hermionegold So yeah, Amortentia. Gwen knew enough about that to say, Wait, had that been said already? Gwen's brain tumor had left her with short memory span issues. Cosgrach looked around to see if anyone heard that. Good. He didn't like his homework questions to be answered at class. "That's up for speculation," he said, "thank you for your input. We've moved on now, so why don't you copy the blackboard and fill your cauldron with water? If you need help, you can ask your friends or just raise your hand and I'll come." They had already covered the basic potions skills in the previous lessons, so he didn't need to remind her, did he? Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Amortentia to him smelled like... a CAULDRON, though? He liked the smell of a cauldron?! HAHAHA. Soph laughed when he said it, bringing a hand up to her mouth in a lame attempt to suppress her laughter, and almost raised a hand to comment on the fact that of COURSE food was one of the scents for him... but, luckily, she had enough sense to decide against doing that, and instead kept giggling to herself. ... Before she could stop herself, she was talking aloud, mostly to Culloden, though her hand hadn't raised, but did she really need to since she was sitting in the seat nearest to him at the front anyway? "Lots of number eights." Lots of them, in the WHOLE RECIPE. "In 'rithmancy the number eight represents, like, success 'n finances 'n power 'n stuff." Did he know? "M'not so sure about the money part with this, but I can see how success 'n power relate. You're essentially gaining power over someone by giving this to 'em, 'n you're finding success in making 'em display the attitude of having fallen in love with you. Not real, but they're at least acting that way, 'n a lotta desperate people would see that as success." ...okay, no, Cosgrach wouldn't take offence because she had just gone through terrible things. Nope. He was going to take a bite from her breakfast plate instead to show her all was REALLY fine... Well, of course she noticed that and had a few things to say. He listened, and actually liked it. Of course he didn't know about Arithmancy - could she really imagine his young self dealing with numbers? - but he nodded in the end. "It can certainly be related to that," he said, "there are many speculations about the way some potions work. The version I read is 8 is the symbol of infinity when placed horizontally, and that there are 7 days in a week so 8th day practically doesn't exist, but love is supposed to be beyond and infinite so it goes onto 8th. Figuratively." He shrugged. Maybe all were true, maybe none was. Who knew? Did she... need to get out or something? Moving on, then. He revealed new steps on the blackboard. "Light a fire under the cauldron and set it to maximum. Then, add the heads of the sneezewort all at once and stir 8 times clockwise with a metal stick." This was his cue to begin walking slowly in the aisles to see if they did correctly. Quote: Originally Posted by Blackboard 3. Light a fire under the cauldron and set it to maximum 4. Add the heads of the sneezewort 5. Stir 8 times clockwise with a metal stick OOC: I'll post again 24 hours later.