Brian nodded solemnly, watching with a slightly heavy heart as the potion-gone-wrong was vanished from his cauldron. Well, at least his cauldron hadn't melted like that other person somewhere over on his left. Consciously telling himself not to sigh, he forced a smile and shrugged. "Thanks, Professor. I'm really sorry about wasting your ingredients."

He really was. And about wasting time. His ma always said that time was more precious than money. And since money was used to buy ingredients, he deduced that the time he wasted was a lot more precious than the ingredients. Also, he was pretty sure he had Herbology next period, so he was going to have to do this properly this time. He had a strange feeling that Professor Culloden was highly unlikely to forgive another mishap.

Extra time was something Brian was just a little skeptical about. Did he mean that the extra time lasted a little through his next period or until he was done with the lesson and that Brian could continue brewing until he dismissed the class? He'd go with the latter, so in a bit of a hurry, the young Hufflepuff made his way to the cupboards at the back of the room and collected the ingredients he needed to replace before getting back. Bringing his cauldron over to the taps, he filled it with water until it was about half full and brought it back to the workstation. No time for attempting aguamenti now. Bringing his wand down in a straight line, he did the charm smoothly. "Apto Pressura." And the whole thing was all the easier since he'd actually done it before.

Striking another match, he ignited the fire below his cauldron. And then there was the waiting. He had half a mind to go get more kindling so that he'd have a bigger flame, but it would be harder to control and he decided that it wouldn't be a very good idea. So he settled for watching the temperature creep up slowly until he realised that he could be a lot more efficient.

Brian chopped up the lovage a lot better than the previous time but it wasn't perfectly fine. It would do, though. Checking the temperature, he sighed. Still only 67 degrees. Brian counted four mistletoe berries and set them on the workbench, next to his chopping board. As soon as the temperature reached 100 degrees, he dumped the lovage in and immediately started counting to five elephants as the liquid sloshed about a little. And he dropped the berries in correctly. PHEW.

Cleaning his knife and chopping board, he set to separating the fluxweed leaves from the stem, reducing the heat to his cauldron every now and then to keep the temperature from creeping up. Once he was done with all four measures of fluxweed, he sliced them a little roughly into three pieces. GREAT. It wasn't his finest bit of cutting, but it was getting better. He should probably start cooking over the holidays, but his ma would probably look at him weird and remind him why they had a cook. No matter.

He scourgified his wooden stirrer and went stirring, counting aloud as he went alternating between clockwise and counter-clockwise stirs. One-two, two-two, three-two, four-two, et cetera. In true musician style. He'd counted a lot of bar rests, he knew how to do it. With each stir, his potion got steadily dirtier and dirtier as well as thicker and thicker until at some point it was like he was stirring particularly thick mud. With some difficulty, he finished the last stir and pulled out the stirring rod and sniffed the fumes. NOPE. NO ODOUR.

And that would be his cue to listen in to what the professor man was saying. Oh, they were talking about the antidote. Okay. Brian didn't really have much to say about it, since his thoughts had immediately been voiced out by people around him so he just went back to focusing on the potion.