06-26-2015, 07:24 PM
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Wrackspurt
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Madison Valentine Fifth Year x12 x9
| Potions homework #2 - Post 1 ♥s her SS family l Wifey is MINE | Naughty Niffler l Whittysaur l #awkwardturtle<# Every day like clockwork, Lux checked on her potion to see if it was still bubbling away. Finally it was time for her to continue brewing.
Being careful to arrive slightly before the time she had written down during the lesson, she signed into the log book and began to get things ready. All her equipment and the work area got a thorough cleaning after she had checked on her potion. Everything was going perfect because the flame was still burning.
Pleased, she put on her clean gloves and extracted seven Jobberknoll feathers from her potions kit. Now to watch the clock. Waiting patiently since there wasn't too much time to go, she hummed a little song to herself. It would be nice to have someone to talk to while she brewed but she knew how important it was for her to devote her full attention to the task. Talking meant distraction, and that could have very dire consequences on her potion which she did NOT want to happen. She was trying her hardest to brew complex potions successfully because they challenged her abilities and helped her skills develop.
At the EXACT time - down to the very second - her feathers were to go in, Lux added them. The time was immediately recorded in her notes and she stared at the feathers for a moment as they floated at the top of her potion. Looked like it would be another week before she could continue. Pout.
Removing her gloves she cleaned them as well as everything else. Cleanliness was one of the best friends a potioneer could have. For what felt like the millionth time she checked the flame to make sure that it was burning; this was more for her sanity than anything else. Everything was put away and it was time to go. "I will be seeing you soon," she said to her potion. Lux had no problem talking to potions because they were like people to her - they had moods, likes, and dislikes.
Heading to the door, she signed out of the log book then was on her way to get something to eat from the kitchens. |
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