04-03-2012, 06:24 AM
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Firecrab
Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: New Zealand
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Glenn Reyes Fourth Year | Potion trouble! SPOILER!!: Scabior! Quote:
Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles Scabior snorted. "I doubt that." Very, very much. Scabior didn't skip a beat and as the question was asked he already had his answer. "Yes, exactly like a coma I would say." He let the next question sit for a moment before raising a brow. "Muggle-baiting...what do you mean? "Now that potion did work and Leticia's plans were foiled. But I want to touch on something important. Any ideas why this Wizard would go and save the princess, after feeling that something wasn't right?" Glenn looked reproachingly at the Professor as he snorted. She was being serious about her answer. It wasn't funny.
At the Professor's next comment, Glenn replied in a slightly hardened tone, "I guess like what she did with the Princess. Someone could make the potion and put make it prick some muggle and the muggles around would think they had fallen into some kind of coma..."
The badger answered the next question, "Well - he loved her, right?" She questioned, "He would want to save her." SPOILER!!: Lafay Quote:
Originally Posted by Droo "Hmmm," Hecate thought to herself and then said, "Most of you are correct, we are brewing the Wiggenweld Potion which is the antidote to the Draught of Death."
She turned away from the students and waved her wand. "Seven Moly petals, just let them float on the water. Then add the cup of salamander blood followed quickly by the ten Lionfish spines." She demonstrated. "Unicorn horn grated over the cauldron, and then the final ingredient: Wolfsbane. Stir 20 times counter clock wise. And let simmer." The blonde picked up the seven petals and plopped them inside her cauldron where they floated on the top of her potion. She then poured the blood into the mix as well. Ugh. She grated the Unicorn horn over the cauldron and then added the Wolfsbane.
The badger picked up her wooden spoon and began stirring her potion counter-clockwise. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Glenn counted inside her head. Very soon, she lost count.
Had she done twenty yet? Nineteen? She chewed on her lip as she paused stirring and watched the fumes above her potion turn a sickly green. She drew her spoon from her potion and tried to hide the fumes from the professor by trying to cover the potion with her, not nearly large enough, body. |
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