05-14-2014, 08:45 AM
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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3
| Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict For some reason, Lily hadn’t noticed how quiet it had gotten in the classroom until the calm had been split by Professor Culloden literally yelling that time was up. The sound had actually made her jump a little, before she’d instinctively checked her watch. It wasn’t that she questioned his judgment, since there hopefully was no reason to, but she wanted to make sure that it had actually been five minutes by her count. She might’ve started seconds later than his time, but she’d glanced back at the board as her watch had signaled that it had been five minutes. Now she knew for sure that time was up, and that meant it was time for the next step. The next step that logically should have been coming, after all. She doubted that they’d been instructed to mix the bloods and crush the claw just to amuse him. If that had been the case, there would have been no reason for him to have made Mo do the blood step a second time, since she knew exactness was usually important when it came to potions. Not amusing the professors.
On that note, it was time to add the mixed blood in her bowl to the potion, slowly. Slow wasn’t going to be a problem, anyway. She doubted it would move very fast. Lifting the bowl carefully, she tipped it over her cauldron and watched the liquid spill over the edge. She took her time in gradually tipping the bowl more, and eventually the blood was added to the potion. The next part was more anxiety ridden, seeing as she couldn’t ignore the capitalization of the instruction. The crushed claw needed to be added immediately, and she wasn’t planning on failing now. Before she could even put the empty bowl down, she’d reached for her mortar with her other hand and dumped the claw into her cauldron. That had to be immediately enough. She couldn’t have moved any faster, but now she could relax a little. She’d added the ingredients, so now all that was left was waiting for the next step. Odds are it was the last, as she’d slid her journal over to add the step she’d just concluded to her notes and noticed there was only one ingredient left.
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