01-30-2012, 04:49 AM
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Chizpurfle
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Finnlay 'Finn' Cameron Muir Fifth Year x5
| Ravenpuff | Cap'n Crunch | Bedtime Queen | O Minion, My Minion Text Cut: Super complicated steps! Quote:
Originally Posted by Droo "Next steps... Pull your wooden spoon, and add 3 spoonfulls of raw honey..." She looked over to the Gryffindor prefect. "It doesn't have to be perfectly measured... you just add it by eye." She showed the students how to do it, letting the hot liquid melt off all the honey from the spoon. "Take 5 basil leaves and slice them thin, as thin as you can, with your silver knife." And she did what she said to the letter. "Now what you want to do is take a papaya, whole and with the same silver knife, stab the fruit and stuff some of the basil in the wound. Keep stabbing until you make enough holes for all of the basil. Then add it to the mixture. Whole."
He pulled his spoon out immediately as she began talking. He needed to copy down the next set of instructions anyways. Honey basil, papaya. Got it.
He grabbed his spoon in his left hand and honey in the right. He poured carefully and slowly as he measured out one spoonful. He let it drizzle off the spoon for several seconds, then allowed the heat of the potion to melt away the rest of the sticky substance. He repeated this process twice more. Noting that the honey was capable of rising slightly above the spoon without overflowing, he marveled at the occurrence. It's just like water in that way. Maybe that's why precise measurements with honey aren't possible.
Next, he cleared a work space on the counter and spread five basil leaves upon it. Silver knife in hand, he set to work, meticulously shaving his leaves into almost identically-sized strips. Each piece was about as thick as the width of the knife. He spent almost five minutes on this endeavor before he was satisfied.
Grabbing the papaya, he prepared to puncture it. What a great way to let out your pent up anger! Not that I have any, though. He held the papaya at arm's length, unsure of what spray was about to hit him. It was a good thing, too, because juice spritzed out. He filled the hole with the leaf shreds, then made more holes to stuff. Once he had run out of basil, he examined the fruit. "What a strange looking thing I've made you into," he commented. "Sorry abou' tha'!" he said happily before dropping the fruit into the potion with a satisfying plop! noise.
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