Wait until it boiled and then add pomegranate. Again, this potion was simple! Almost too simple. Was it going to pick up suddenly in the middle? Oooh, it would be like a roller coaster. The short girl really hoped that it picked up in difficulty somewhere in the middle so that she would be really challenged. After all, you never learn if you aren't challenged. That was a fact of life. Plus, it was fun to see who stepped up and who fell down. It was like picking an army. She had been reading too many old time books about ancient--an fictional-- wars or something on the train. A Song of Ice and Fire was just too good to put down! Or so her brother said. Personally, she found it a little crude, but it was still really interesting to read. And a look into the mind of her brother.

Besides thinking of what could possibly raise the difficulty of the potion, Caelen's thoughts were preoccupied with going to the library and picking up a potion book to look at in her spare time. Even if she couldn't make any of the potions right now in school, she could bring some written notes home to her potion obsessed brother and watch him do them if they were deemed too dangerous for her twelve year old self. Though she would sooo do them anyway. Stupidly overprotective brother.

Looking down at her cauldron, she saw that the water had come to the boil that was required. Good. There was a reason the twelve year old hadn't been sorted into Hufflepuff last year and that was due to lack of patience. Seriously, the kid had none. It annoyed her mother to no end and was a real problem when she was a child. At least she was gaining that trait, but still. It used to annoy her friends and family to no end. Anyway, lack of patience behind her, she added the pomegranate, humming softly to herself. Looking around to see if anyone else needed help, the redhead tucked a strand of shoulder length hair behind her ear and waited for the next instruction, thinking about what she would ACTUALLY do with a strength potion.

Probably save maidens or male maidens --she didn't discriminate-- and show off to people and win strength competitions. Look all cute and innocent with her round blue eyes and freckled face and then lift cars like they were feathers. Oops, strongest man in the world, can you lift a car like it was a feather? Didn't think so. But there was also a question of how long the potion actually lasted. Because if it didn't last that long, then it was only good for small things, like carrying heavy groceries or lifting the couch when you vacuumed the living room.

"Professor? How long does the potion last? Because that would depend what you were able to do with it, right?" Hopefully he wouldn't ask her to go into detail about what she wanted to do with the potion in the first place. Because saying that you wanted to lift and throw cars like an old timey superhero and save the day didn't sound as cool to tell a whole class AND the teacher.