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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt
Slytherin Fifth Year
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Yoji Christopher Reed
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SPOILER!!: Step 4 Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine  Text Cut: Probleeeem
.......yyyyep, he was worried for her now.
His anger and impatience turned into worry as he frowned in a different way. "What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone, because if it was an ordinary sight problem, she would say 'Can I go closer?' or something, right? Certainly not 'Can I touch it?'
So he was worried. He didn't want anyone dying during his class, thank you very much.
...no.
Conscience, no. I don't care if he's just a little boy, no, I won't go to him and try to win him -
After he was done reprimanding those idiots and explaining the class what to do next, the first person he went to was this little boy.
"I didn't really mean that I don't like you. I mean, hope I'll do." He wasn't looking at his face, because he was still angry at him, but he was trying to speak to him, no? Because he was just a little boy thinking dragons were the BEST animals out there with all those boring heroism. It was probably Sophie that made Cosgrach this soft, and he was going to have a conversation with her too, but he couldn't help it: he didn't want this boy to leave the class heartbroken.
"And this is all for science. We need its body parts for ourselves, and the soil or whatever they do with dead dragons," he truly didn't know, "doesn't. So I'm sure the dragon, may he rest in peace, lived a long and full life, and we're going to be strong thanks to him!" AH! He should have chosen politics as a profession, really.
He looked into his eyes, then. All good? No hard feelings?
Well, how could his mood ever be too sour to glare at Sophie too? And what she asked was excellent question anyway, so he smiled at her.
"This is Hebridean Black," he said, "and it affects this potion too, but the change is very minor. This potion will make us strong for 14-15 hours, but a Hungarian Horntail would go as long as 17. And, for example, this type of heart will make us stronger than Common Welsh Green's would, but with a very little difference."
Was she satisfied with the answer?
...
But WHAT kind of a question was that?
"I don't," he retorted, "this is not the kitchen."
MERLIN! How did she end up in the honourable house of Slytherin?
If he was going to ignore Cosgrach, he was going to lose it: Cosgrach was BETTER than him at ignoring! So, when he saw it was HIM coming, he lifted his head (the arrogant look), and observed the ceiling.
No medals for you, Mr. Hirase.
And another good question.
Why couldn't all the first years be clever like her?
"For all those that you've listed," he said, "mainly for the taste, but also because it's healthy."
Smiles at her.
Y'know, just because he was sitting didn't mean he still didn't see what they were doing.
"You," he pointed, too lazy to get up, "err, Ms. Ferrier." This was better. "I hope that potion was boiling before you added the fruit."
Or else.
It wasn't voluntary, eh?
You know what - he wasn't going to let this affect his mood. He wasn't going to mourn over 2 kilograms of wasted heart. No, he was going to take a deep breath and think of wild daisies and green grass and things that didn't puke.
"Start over and add a glass of water instead of dragon heart at. that. step. Also, don't wait for it to boil. After counting to 18, add pomegranate."
He hoped, from his strained voice, that she understood this was her last chance today.
Don't ask HIM how he did it, but he caught these two.
"Alexa and... baby face, ah, Radley," he called out their names from where he was sitting at his desk, "are you sure your potions were boiling before you added the fruit?"
Because from where he sat, it looked like they were earning themselves a longer break by being thrown out of the class that instant.
Hmmm? His eyes surveyed the class for a short while before he saw who was speaking, and he relaxed. It was Caelen, one bright witch.
"Yes, it determines that," he said at her, "and, well, it depends how weak your body is, of course. But generally it lasts for 12-14 hours." If they brewed it correctly. His eyes surveyed the class restlessly.
Would they?
Cosgrach's eyes was so narrow one wondered how he even saw the kid. But from his point of view, he saw the kid and more: the kid's unsure voice, his anxiety and the wish to disappear. Y'know, Cosgrach could help with the last one? Making him disappear? Because honestly, right now he was just a waste of space.
"Because this is such a bright day, I'll give you another chance." He charmed the heart to go put itself in its box again. "You'll either learn to light a fire and measuring how much of it you need before adding the heart, or you can skip the heart part, add a glass of water instead and add the pomegranate without waiting for the potion to boil after counting to 18." Without waiting for his answer, he turned around and swiftly walked to the box of his precious heart. He had a tending to do, don't mind him.
Well, WORSE turn the heat down before YOUR PROFESSOR TELLS YOU TO.
BUT SERIOUSLY! Didn't these kids have a BRAIN? If yes, where was it? Why wasn't it working?
The moment the kid turned the heat down, Cosgrach made a choking sound and with a BANG!, the kid's heat was at the MAXIMUM again.
"Excuse me!" he roared, "which university did YOU finish?" Translation, did he know better than Cosgrach and he'd turned down the heat, or did he love the man so much that he was desperately trying to spend more time with him at the worst part of the dungeons?
"If I say 'high', I mean 'high'." End of discussion.
Could he even survive the class today? And NOW they were meant to lower the heat.
After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he pointedly ignored that boy (Zander) and addressed the rest of the class.
"Lower the heat to medium and wait for five minutes." He eyed them. "Five minutes only. If you don't have a watch, find someone with one." After having problems even with the simplest step, he felt the need to explain everything in detail. "And don't sat idly during that time. Clean a bowl. A cup. And a metal spoon," he eyed everyone again, including that boy (Zander), "C'mere, take a cup of re'em blood from the container I'll put on my desk in a moment, pour it into the bowl with salamander blood and stir them five times clockwise, five times counter clockwise. Once done, set the bowl aside and crush the griffin claw. It doesn't have to be perfectly powdered, just crush as well as you can. Use NO magic while crushing!"
CLEAR!? Could he speak slowly and clearly enough!?
Okay. He went ahead to update the blackboard and put the re'em container on his desk. Once he was done, he sat down at his chair again and watched them warily.
OOC: I won't post again until afternoon tomorrow (in GMT), so that is well more than 12 hours to catch up if you must&want. :3 It doesn't matter if it's one big post or several small posts.
Important OOC note: I'm sorry for not being clear when I first posted. He's hoping everyone will get those things done before time's up, and that's why he didn't tell them what to do after the five minutes. So, he'll tell them what to do BEFORE the time's up. Now, it's the safest to RP as the clock is still ticking.
Now, Mordaunt FOCUS.
Ethan sat up straight and took down notes as the potions master spat out his instructions. He is one grumpy one…and most probably a perfectionist too. So yes, Ethan needs to focus and get this potion right. This is, by the way his first potion brewing activity in Hogwarts…and he did promise the dragon—well, dragon’s heart, that he will not put his or her death in vain. So onto the FOURTH STEP! Woop! Woop!
Placing his quill down, Ethan lowered the heat to medium and waited for five minutes—keeping an eye on his classmate’s wristwatch. “Note to self—get a watch. No. Ask Dad to get me a watch.” What are father’s for, yeah? Seeing that he still got plenty of minutes to spare, he got himself a bowl, a cup, and a metal spoon. “Scourgify, scourgify, scourgify.” Clean. Clean. Clean. That Hufflepuff kid was right. This class demands a lot of sterilization! Ethan got his Salamander blood, and poured it in his bowl, after which he got up and made his way up front, and got himself a cup of Re’em blood. “Blood. Blood everywhere!” Ethan didn’t say a word to the professor as he eyed his cup of Re’em blood caaaarefully and slowly made his way back to his work station. He didn’t want to spill the precious liquid, you know? The young Slytherin took a deep breath and poured the contents of the cup into the bowl, then stirred it five times clockwise. “1…2…3…4…5.” Then counter clockwise. “5…4…3…2…1.”
Up next was the griffin claw. He cleaned his mortar and pestle, and dropped the griffin claw into the mortar, and crushed it with his pestle. “Cruuuuuushhhh youuuu…” Maybe he should start practising that line. He might find it useful once he drank the strength potion. Mhm. Good idea. Once he was done, he stopped crushing the griffin claw and waited for Culloden’s next instruction.
Tapping his fingers against his table, he eyed his classmate’s watch as it constantly ticked. “Almost there…Come on, five minutes…” SPOILER!!: Step 5 Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine Text Cut: People
Was that supposed to be funny?
Cosgrach forced a laugh, then smiled CUUUUTELY at Alexa.
"Detention is when the professor wants to teach his student a lesson, because the student is pushing her luck, yeah?" Yeah? Not that he would, 1. he didn't want to spend more time than necessary with her, 2. he didn't want her to be in detention, because she was actually good and he was impressed with her 'E', 3. he BET the rest of the school, instead of disapproving her, would actually clap her for her courage.
So, trusting the cute little kid with the message he was told to deliver to Alexa, he smiled at her again and looked at someone else.
Let's see how well she copes with the pressure of a possible detention.
And then there was this type who couldn't handle the fame.
"Oh, get over it already," Cosgrach grumpily retorted, "and focus on the potion."
Yesplsthx. He didn't want any seventh years blowing cauldrons.
A good question. Cosgrach seemed to calm down a little.
"Yes, in this potion, crushing with and without makes a difference. If you crush with magic, it basically nullifies it." So you can't get everything done with magic. HEAR THIS, CHILDREN! "And wooden stirrers generally soak, but we don't want to waste any drop of blood at all. Almost in every potion, though, wooden or metal, or even the types of metal makes a change." Why did he think some cauldrons were much more expensive? Because they were more beautiful to the eye?
See, Cosgrach was actually impressed that the kid still held onto his idea, albeit it was an absurd one. And he was even more impressed that the kid took the initiative to move somewhere else. So, not to hold him, he didn't respond but nodded approvingly, and slowly moved around the students.
This kid...
Cosgrach didn't want to admit it, but he liked him.
Speaking of Tobias, Cosgrach grinned at the kid. What a decent lad! The Professor was perfectly cool with his helping, mhmm.
Only one of those titles were enough, -
...
Oh. OH!
See, Cosgrach liked kids like him MORE. Trying their best even though they were tried. Cosgrach was next to him the next moment and he looked at him concerned.
"That's okay. I mean, you don't have to add the heart, but it will reduce the effect of it. And the other ingredients, why not, I could add them while you're looking away." Or someone else. It didn't matter. What mattered was that, he wanted him to finish the potion too. "Or, do you have a better idea?" Cosgrach had never been hemophobic before, he didn't know what would help.
Ignore his ignorance.
She had more questions?
Alright, alright. Her questions actually calmed him down.
He actually smiled at her first question. She was right. He was going to explain it all in the end, but it was good to know someone wondered these things.
"I'll explain that once we're finished with brewing. Think you can wait that much?" It wasn't a request, actually. He was just being kind.
Oh.
Well.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, hey," he said as he smiled encouragingly at her. All of his anger had vanished at that time. "And I'm sure -" we can find you someone eager to read out the steps. But before he could finish, Adrienne was there.
"Please help her, Adrienne," he said simply, nodded, and turned to leave the girls alone; because he was sure they could solve it by themselves? If not, he was there, anyway.
Yeah.
And just like that, Mo's bowl of blood was vanished.
"You stirred in the wrong order. First clockwise, then counter clockwise." And because he was such a bright student, "fill your cup again." But he wasn't that clever to get a third chance, and five minutes were nearly up...
He'd better hurry.
Hehehe, how funny it was when the students got all excited because they thought he was going to eat them -
Not funny, Cosgrach F. Culloden! They are students! You can't play with them like this.
Why don't you shut up, conscience?
"Don't let it happen again."
Yep.
...
"Well? Will you sit out all the five minutes? You've got work to do, GIRL! All those cleaning, stirring, crushing! Who do you think will make them for ya?" Hungry or not, she had to work FAST to get all those done in five minutes, or else.
...his efforts didn't go unnoticed, did he know? Every now and then, because Cosgrach was a great professor like that, he checked how the boy did, and he was thoroughly pleased with him and Mr. Branxton for helping him.
Yyyyep. "ALRIGHT, TIME'S UP!" Cosgrach yelled to get all of their attention, "all the blood mixture sloooowly, and the claw AFTER the bloods immediately!"
Clear? EASY?
Ethan got startled as Culloden shouted.
Merlin, he shouts a lot! “He’d make a good Quidditch coach or something…” Ethan reigned his thoughts and did what the potions master told them to do. “This should be easy.” The Slytherin got the bowl of blood with his left hand…and the mortar with the crushed griffin claw on his right. He sloooooooooooowly poured the blood into his concoction until his bowl was empty, then immediately dumped the contents of the mortar in his cauldron. See? Easy. SPOILER!!: Step 6 Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine Text Cut: Marisol and Trent
...maybe this time, there wouldn't be any prob -
Nope, there was one, right there. Looking all disgusted and, good gracious, covering her nose.
"Are there any problems?" Since his nose was pretty much insensitive to the odour in the room. This was his profession, after all. And he also didn't look at her cauldron. He wanted HER to speak.
Well, y'know, Cosgrach could do that for a student, especially since he'd shared his phobia with him and not with another student. He was wise enough to differentiate between 'need' and 'being spoilt' anyway, so it was no problem. The professor checked his watch (figured the kid was too nervous to remember that) and lowered the heat to medium. Walking to his desk with the boy's cup, he scourgified it and got some diluted Re'em blood. Then he returned, scourgified the bowl and metal spoon, and mixed the two type of bloods inside the bowl - turning his back to the boy in case he forgot and looked at him or something. With the spoon, he first stirred five times clockwise, and then five times counter clockwise. After that, with his back still to the kid, he eyed the arms of his watch to mark the five minutes.
"Get ready," he called to the boy, much calmer now, "because you must add the claw immediately after me." And also for, y'know, he was turning around so he should look away not to see the blood. After five more seconds (during which he'd fished out his wand again), he turned and slowly added the blood. Once the last drop was in, he quickly cleaned it non-verbally for him not to see any stain or something.
HAD HE ADDED THE CLAW YET? Despite one minor problem there, everyone had done marvellously! SPLENDID! This certainly helped the man to calm down, and he even griiiinned at them.
Did they see how each it was, actually, to please him?
"Last three steps, and very easy ones," he announced again, too energetic to sit still now. He was walking among them and smiling at whoever caught his gaze (though he was careful not to pass by Kevin. He didn't want to smile at Kevin.). "Our sixth step is, waiting for ten minutes and adding one snake fang." Very, very easy, right?
Right.
He reached the back wall of the class and leaned on it. Then he waved his wand at the blackboard and it updated itself:
OOC: If you wish, you can post your character speaking to someone in these ten minutes. :3 You don't have to finish this step in one post. Just, as always, don't go overboard with posting and chatter. <3
I'll post again 6 hours later.
Even Culloden was pleased.
Ethan returned his grin as he passed by, then took down notes. “He is one moody man.” Ethan made a face as he wrote down the process on his notebook and scolded himself for getting distracted.
Ten minutes was a loooooooong time. So instead of keeping an eye on his classmate’s watch, Ethan sat on his chair and started to draw on his notebook. He drew himself, lifting a full grown dragon and amused himself to no end—oblivious to the commotion that was about to happen.
He did look up though when the Professor intervened the small group of Slytherins and a Gryffindor…and saw a snake fang on the ground. Ethan supressed a groan at the sight, and checked his classmate’s wristwatch again to see if the time is up.
And yes, ten minutes was up and he immediately added one snake fang to his potion. SPOILER!!: Steps 7&8 Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine Cosgrach listened to Derry, Beverly and the boy. You know what? He wasn't a justice man, he wasn't going to kill himself to discover the truth. And he wasn't wasting any truth serum for someone like this boy. Nay, he drew his wand, pointed it at Beverly's hair to clean it, and turned to the boy.
"Pick that snake fang up," he said threateningly calmly as he pointed at the fang by Beverly, "and wait for me outside, please. I haven't decided yet, and if you are correct, after all," he snorted - he clearly doubted that, "you will get your chance to finish the potion. I don't want to hear any whining. Now if you don't mind, I'll deal with responsible people." He eyed them all, and walked away to the blackboard.
"CLASS!" His voice was on edge, but he tried to contain his anger, "put the fire out, add the other snake fang and stir once counter clockwise. You should have been able to see all the contents inside your potion up until now, but once you carry out these two steps, it will thicken and turn bright yellow. Then we drink it." He eyed the boy to see if he was out yet. He also waved at the blackboard to add the new and last two steps.
"Now, the potion will last for 12-14 hours. You will feel it's leaving you, so that it gives you a chance to stop doing whatever you are to save your life." He looked into a few eyes, and he looked calmer.
"Drink a cup, and one cup only. To have a longer effect, drink another cup when its effect is gone, instead of drinking more. If you drink more than enough, you will be dizzy. Too dizzy." So dizzy they wouldn't be able to stand. Clear? Clear. Good.
"After drinking, sit down for a few minutes for your body to adjust. Then, once you feel fresh, you can go around being super strong. You will have a perfect sense and control of your strength, so don't worry while handling things."
He smiled again. "There are different types of strength potions, and this one is the strongest. You don't have to add the heart and the Re'em blood, but then the effect will be reduced to one tenth. You have to brew slightly differently then, which will show up on the blackboard soon." He paused and thought if he forgot to mention something...
"Oh. One last thing. Or two." Two, yes. "To conserve it for a week, which you should do for homework, take a cup to drink now and add a cube of ice into the cauldron. After a week, I'm afraid it will lose the effect quickly." Shrug. "And most importantly perhaps, drink in one go, while still hot.
"That's all for now. Go finish your potions and put aside a cup. Don't drink yours, but drink from someone else's cup, and either wrist-wrestle with a friend, or try to break a record in this muggle toy I'll bring in a moment."
He walked inside the small store room again and magically moved a High Striker inside the class. He put it in front of the blackboard, and grinned at them.
"It's really easy! You'll try to ring the bell at the top, here," he touched with his finger to show them, "by hitting the lever here hard enough. You'll get two chances with this toy. The ones that hits the lever will get a treat. Also, those who beat their friends at wrist wrestling." He grinned at them again. "Don't worry. The High Striker's enchanted, so it won't break.
"Are there any questions?" OOC: To get full credit from this activity, you must post twice. The deadline is Friday 19.00 GMT/14.00 EST.
You don't have to keep track of who drank from who's cup, so as not to drink from that person's potion: That part is purely IC and won't affect your points if no one drinks your cup.  There is one thing that Cosgrach didn't mention, however - that how well the griffin claw was crushed determines the strength that potion will give. So, rate how well your character crushed the claw on a scale of 1-10, but don't say it until someone asks to drink your potion. Then, PM/IM that person for others not to see it to keep it fair.  During the activity, though, the bigger number doesn't automatically win: Please also consider your character's normal body AND mental strength, as those DO come into play as well. During posting for the activity, please add the rating of that potion in the title part so that your friend and I can see how strong that potion is.
So what am I trying to say? I'll grade this part by how realistic and creative you are playing. Now, have fun with super strength!
Aaaaand the professor was mad again.
Ethan sat up straight on his chair when Culloden called their attention and listened to his instructions. The Slytherin extinguished the flame, picked the other snake fang and dropped it in his cauldron, and stirred the contents counter-clockwise, once. Ooh. The contents was still there, all right—and the color of his potion turned bright yellow. Just like what the potions master said. Ethan suppressed a squeal of joy, and instead got his notebook and jotted down Culloden’s additional notes.
Interesting stuff!
Ohh. OOOOOh. They get to drink it? Oh yeaaaah!
Ethan got himself a cup of Strength Potion from his cauldron, then added an ice cube into the rest of his concoction.
So…who wants to try his potion of wonder?
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