Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

Jake KNEW that it was better than 'enough'. He was ace at essays and it had not been a half-hearted attempt. But whatever, he got his class credit.

And he heard her mutter... but he didn't hear what she'd muttered. So, deciding he probably didn't want to know anyway, Jake responded to her next question. "He's fine. I'm with him over christmas," the young man explained. He'd probably find out then. "I've had all of about 5 hours max. with him since the, err... the divorce."

Ahem.

"It'll be nice to stay there." Why did she care about his dad, anyway? Jake was pretty sure that hating anything about him included his family. "Why?"

Once the cure was on the inside of his potion, Jake lit the fire beneath it and watched it carefully, just like Kazi had shown him in his fourth year. He'd already cleaned it and everything earlier, but the boy decided to either do this before or after a potion... sometimes both. He had been in a rush last time he'd brewed a potion (in the lesson) so curing it couldn't have been done. Now it was time to.

The young man kept an eye on the cauldron, stood over its low flame. He waited until he could see steam and quickly checked the inside of it, noting that the cure had indeed been absorbed by the pewter.

Turning the heat off, Jake waited for his cauldron to cool and immediately started preparing what he need, starting first with utensils, mortar and pestle, knife and a beaker of cold water. Then he glanced at his ingredients list and quickly checked through it. Mhmmm... all seemed to be in order...