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Old 06-20-2015, 02:14 AM   #148 (permalink)
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Mercer Branxton
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Seventh Year

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Sophie was being so sadfaced, and Dot wished that she could do something to help the older girl. Chop her fluxweed or clean out her cauldron or SOMETHING. But Soph was better at Potions, and super quick too, leaving Dot with no way to express her empathetic sadness.

Dot was sad 'cause Soph was sad.

Her knife was already clean, but Dot still had to really really focus on her fluxweed chopping. Much as she'd like to pay attention to those around her, or to watch Flamsteed spit cookies in people's cauldrons, or whatever. Fluxweed into the cauldron, and then her stirrer went in for careful clockwise stirring. EXACTLY 7... was she more focused today just because she was trying not to be distracted? Weird.

And seven. Dog fur went in next, and Dot declumped the fur across her gloved palm before any sprinkling happened. It was hard to put fur in evenly, just like it was hard to put sprinkles on ice cream evenly. They just wanted to move together, y'know? She did a fair job of sprinkling the fur evenly, although it really WAS impossible without laying the fur out hair by mathematically calculated hair. And she only had the 10 seconds.

And now... SEVEN DAYS? Dot glanced at Culloden to see if he was JOKING or something, but he looked dead serious. Seven days. Okay. Sure, made sense, since you had to drink the potion for seven days too. "How many servings does this make, sir? Exactly seven?"
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