Next up was his blood...and Dylan was probably crazy for feeling proud for thinking of the ingredient. Blood...as an aside, was mostly used for darker potions and things of the like...but he was hoping to change that, yea?

Untwisting the top of it's vial, he lowered it down to the surface of the potion and poured it in without preamble. Blood was blood...Nothing too volatile about it. So, the Captain was confident in doing this...

After the last drop spilled out, he put the vial away and prepared for more stirring. Lots of stirring in this particular potion...Also, the concoction had turned dark blue as had been expected. All was going according to plan thus far.

Grasping at the wooden spoon, he went about counterclockwise stirring...

Once....twice......thrice.......Four times, five times, six times....seven....eight....nine...ten....eleven... .twelve....thirteen....fourteen....fifteen....sixt een....seventeen....eighteen....nineteen.....TWENTY.

Bam. Finished with THAT.

Conferring with the notes (just to be sure) Dylan turned the burner off...and sat back, deciding to use this time to flip through previous potions they'd went over in lessons. In fact...the Slytherin figured this might take a minute...So, impromptu NEWT studying happening right now...