Cutty looked down at his potion to check for a scent. He picked up nothing but the thinned out murky chocolate milk like appearance of the potion. He leaned in closer and had one more good whiff, which was interrupted by the redheaded Marshian.

Who wanted to know how the boomslang skin was added. She still had a bit of a squeaky voice, which Cutty found hilarious. "Nar, yer just add it in as is. No need to bother preparin' it." He said trying not to laugh at her still more kiddish voice. "Like this." He said demonstrating by grabbing the boomslang skin and dropping it into his potion. "Now yew try it, Hanover." Cause she was a little red Hanover. Just a little red Hanover.

They had time, at least five minutes before they had to add the larvae. The Culloden had asked a question, though in the meantime and Cutty thought of taking a stab at it whilst Marsha handled boomslanging her potion. He raised his hand and offered, "A trick question, sir. The antidote for a potion like this that would have to negate several effects at once wouldn't exist. Unless as suggested you'd use each of the different emotional effects to negate one another." Was that how they worked or did they compile and layer?

Cutty waited for Culloden's input on his thoughts before he counted out the newt larvae and separated ten individual ones. He looked at the clock and scrapped them into the cauldron with the wooden spoon quickly as his five minutes were up. He watched as the potion reacted. That muddiness now completely gone. He began to remove phials from his bag and one by one cleaned them off with the charm. How many did they need? One for later, one for homework and one for the professor.