07-09-2015, 05:32 PM
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  MOPuffskein
Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612
Posts: 1,440
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Norah Kittredge
Seventh Year |  Potions HW 2 Post 1 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
SPOILER!!: Dima! Quote:
Originally Posted by lemon  The best thing about this Wolfsbane Potion brewing? Since some steps had to be done after EXACTLY seven days, down to the minutes and seconds, it could totally get him out of other classes. After all, Professors weren't allowed to interfere in his homework with their teaching.
Hehe. Scooooore.
Potions notebook in hand, Dima entered the laboratory. Where was Norah? As far as he knew, her potion was supposed to be seven days past today, too. He would have waited for her to perform his own steps, but the deadline for his concoction was fast approaching. In a MINUTE, actually.
Rushing over to where he'd left his cauldron and breathing out a bit in relief when he saw the flame still burning, the fourth year opened his notebook to the dog-eared page. His eyes scoured the notes for the last step he'd checked off, and... there! Right below the dog fur step was the waiting instruction. Happily ticking it off, Dima took out his potions kit. Seven Jobberknoll feathers in hand, and he glanced at the clock again. As the minute hand moved again, the feathers floated into his cauldron, and Dima began packing up after checking the flame once more.
Huh. Maybe he'd see Norah back here in a week? But he REALLY needed to get back to glass, or that professor would have his head. He rushed out. Norah held her bag close to her chest as she raaaaaaced to the potions laboratory. COMIN' THROUGH, FOLKS. IMPORTANT BUSINESS. The important business was kind of potions related ISH, because the potion needed to be timed exactly right and all that, but mostly it was Dima related because you couldn't just leave a friend waiting. That was probably the worst idea ever. And also mean. And lame. So pretty much, no.
When she was finally through the door of the laboratory, she blew a curly strand of hair from in front of her eyes. Had that been a Dima shaped blur that'd she'd just ran past? How was she supposed to KNOW if it was just a blur? Blurs were hard to make out, alright? Even when she had her glasses on, which she didn't, so it was especially unfair. That bit was her fault if you really thought about it, but it wasn't exactly the type of thing she wasted time on pondering when there was important running business to attend to. The fourth year tried to picture the dima!blur as she walked over to her cauldron that was still over a flickering flame. THANK MERLIN. Ahem. She knew it would work out. She pulled her crumpled parchment of notes from her bag and smoothed it on the table, along with her potions kit. Aaaaand another glance at the door. Was he still on his way or something? Stupid blur. It ruined everything. Squinting at the list of steps, she located the next one on the list. Jobberknoll feathers. COOL BEANS.
She dropped 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 feathers into the liquid, then checked the doorway and her notes one more time. Still no Dima. Aw, man. The blur probably HAD been him and she hadn't even said hi to him or anything. But on the bright side she had a whole entire week before she had to come back again and do the whole brewing thing. With another glance at the door, clock, and flame, Norah packed her bag right back up again and walked out. It was only then that she realized she hadn't put on gloves before the entire thing. EH, her hands were probably clean....ish...right? Right.
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