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lemon · 07-09-2015, 07:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Sararara

One entire week later, here she was. Again. It was kind of a miracle she'd even remembered but once again there was Dima business to attend to so really Norah did have a reason for showing up. Well, Professor Culloden was a reason too, 'cause he was cool and that meant she did her homework like a good person 'n all that. But friends came first. Don't tell him she said that, he might yell like that time with the puberty. Heheheh. Ahem. The MISSION. RIIIIGHT.

The fourth year was wearing her glasses this time, so it only took a quick scan upon entering the room to find Dima and wiggle into position behind her own brass cauldron. "Hiya, Dima." She BEAMED at him as she took out her potions kit and put on a pair of clean gloves. SHOW TIIIIIME. She dropped the last seven jobberknoll feathers into the cauldron, then fiddled with the burner to bring the flame to a medium heat. She shot the Ravenclaw a grin before leaning over to cross those steps off in her notes. He was good at this stuff, right? Ravenclaws were good at everything, it was practically a rule. Norah wrinkled her nose as she measured out seven teaspoons of armadillo bile, adding them one at a time with a flourish of her hand because potions was far more exciting when she had an AUDIENCE. Well, not really an audience, but a Dima that was more than just a Dima!blur totally counted for something.

She chanced a peek into Dima's cauldron just to check if she was doing it right, then picked up her wand to cast "Scourgify!" on a wooden stir stick. She dipped the stick into the potion and squinted down at her notes once she'd completed one counterclockwise stir. How many stirs was it, again? Wait. WAIT. Clean METAL stirrer? Norah suddenly began to hum much louder than was necessary as she switched out the wooden stir stick with a metal one which she cleaned with a hurried, "Scourgify!" in a sing-song voice. La la la NOTHING TO SEE HERE. Just a TRAGEDY. She would NOT let her cheeks go all red in front of Dima, no no no. Nothing had happened. Obviously. OBVIOUSLY. She stirred the potion six times counterclockwise with the metal stick, then added one more just in case that first one with the wooden stick hadn't counted. Nothing had exploded yet. That was good, right? Maybe nobody would even know.

SPOILER!!: notes

And there she was! "Hi, Norah!" Now he had a buddy to keep him company during.... this.

With a new spring in his figurative step, Dima measured out seven teaspoons of armadillo bile from his potions kit. He split it up into sevenths again, so each teaspoon of the bile was isolated, then added them one by one to the cauldron. After casting a quick Scouring Charm on his metal stirrer, he lowered it into the cauldron and began stirring. One, two, three.... SEVEN times counterclockwise! Ta-da! He pulled out the stirrer and set it on a waiting napkin beside his cauldron.

And.... was Norah using WOOD? O_O

It looked like she realized her mistake after one stir, but was that going to affect the potion? "Uh... I think, back in our first year, Culloden told us that stirring the other way with the same stirrer, like, canceled out that stir. Negated it or something. Maybe?" He really wasn't sure at ALL. "D'you think that one stir will change it?"

If not, he'd just pour half his potion into an empty cauldron and let Norah say it was hers and that they both spilled some, which could explain why their quantity was less. But that was only assuming HE could brew it right, which....... was not likely. Dima wasn't the brightest 'claw in the next, okay?

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07-09-2015, 07:27 PM	#66 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Potions 2.3 Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara One entire week later, here she was. Again. It was kind of a miracle she'd even remembered but once again there was Dima business to attend to so really Norah did have a reason for showing up. Well, Professor Culloden was a reason too, 'cause he was cool and that meant she did her homework like a good person 'n all that. But friends came first. Don't tell him she said that, he might yell like that time with the puberty. Heheheh. Ahem. The MISSION. RIIIIGHT. The fourth year was wearing her glasses this time, so it only took a quick scan upon entering the room to find Dima and wiggle into position behind her own brass cauldron. "Hiya, Dima." She BEAMED at him as she took out her potions kit and put on a pair of clean gloves. SHOW TIIIIIME. She dropped the last seven jobberknoll feathers into the cauldron, then fiddled with the burner to bring the flame to a medium heat. She shot the Ravenclaw a grin before leaning over to cross those steps off in her notes. He was good at this stuff, right? Ravenclaws were good at everything, it was practically a rule. Norah wrinkled her nose as she measured out seven teaspoons of armadillo bile, adding them one at a time with a flourish of her hand because potions was far more exciting when she had an AUDIENCE. Well, not really an audience, but a Dima that was more than just a Dima!blur totally counted for something. She chanced a peek into Dima's cauldron just to check if she was doing it right, then picked up her wand to cast "Scourgify!" on a wooden stir stick. She dipped the stick into the potion and squinted down at her notes once she'd completed one counterclockwise stir. How many stirs was it, again? Wait. WAIT. Clean METAL stirrer? Norah suddenly began to hum much louder than was necessary as she switched out the wooden stir stick with a metal one which she cleaned with a hurried, "Scourgify!" in a sing-song voice. La la la NOTHING TO SEE HERE. Just a TRAGEDY. She would NOT let her cheeks go all red in front of Dima, no no no. Nothing had happened. Obviously. OBVIOUSLY. She stirred the potion six times counterclockwise with the metal stick, then added one more just in case that first one with the wooden stick hadn't counted. Nothing had exploded yet. That was good, right? Maybe nobody would even know. SPOILER!!: notes Wolfsbane Potion. For werewolves and stuff. RAWR. Drink an entire gobletful every day for an entire week before the full moon and the whole thing will hurt less and the werewolf can keep thinking like a person. Apparently it's really hard. Or something. Ingredients • 1 glass regular cow milk • 1 measure fluxweed, full-moon-picked • 1 handful tame dog's neck fur • 14 Jobberknoll feathers • 7 teaspoons armadillo bile • 7 grams Runespoor egg, well-whisked • 7 aconite roots Procedure • clean BRASS cauldron • fill cauldron fully with water • separately heat milk for three minutes on medium flame • add milk to cauldron once heated • set burner to low flame • clean knife • chop fluxweed and add to cauldron • clean metal stirrer • stir seven times clockwise • sprinkle dog fur evenly (should take approx. 10 seconds) • wait exactly seven days without letting flame go out • add seven Jobberknoll feathers • wait another seven days without letting flame go out • add remaining Jobberknoll feathers • set burner to medium heat • add armadillo bile one teaspoon at a time • clean metal stirrer • stir seven times counterclockwise • add whisked Runespoor egg to potion • wait seven minutes and seven seconds • cast Recordo spell • add aconite roots one by one note: potion should exude a faint blue smoke. I don't know what exude means, but I guess I'll find out. And there she was! "Hi, Norah!" Now he had a buddy to keep him company during.... this. With a new spring in his figurative step, Dima measured out seven teaspoons of armadillo bile from his potions kit. He split it up into sevenths again, so each teaspoon of the bile was isolated, then added them one by one to the cauldron. After casting a quick Scouring Charm on his metal stirrer, he lowered it into the cauldron and began stirring. One, two, three.... SEVEN times counterclockwise! Ta-da! He pulled out the stirrer and set it on a waiting napkin beside his cauldron. And.... was Norah using WOOD? O_O It looked like she realized her mistake after one stir, but was that going to affect the potion? "Uh... I think, back in our first year, Culloden told us that stirring the other way with the same stirrer, like, canceled out that stir. Negated it or something. Maybe?" He really wasn't sure at ALL. "D'you think that one stir will change it?" If not, he'd just pour half his potion into an empty cauldron and let Norah say it was hers and that they both spilled some, which could explain why their quantity was less. But that was only assuming HE could brew it right, which....... was not likely. Dima wasn't the brightest 'claw in the next, okay? Text Cut: Notes Potions Lesson/Homework Dima Toussaint Ravenclaw WOLFSBANE POTION Purpose • relieves some pain for werewolf and allows them to keep their human mind during transformation • note: werewolf must drink a gobletful daily a week before the full moon Ingredients • 1 glass regular cow milk ✔ • 1 measure fluxweed, full-moon-picked ✔ • 1 handful tame dog's neck fur ✔ • 14 Jobberknoll feathers ✔ • 7 teaspoons armadillo bile ✔ • 7 grams Runespoor egg, well-whisked • 7 aconite roots Procedure • clean BRASS cauldron ✔ • fill cauldron fully with water ✔ • separately heat milk for three minutes on medium flame ✔ • add milk to cauldron once heated ✔ • set burner to low flame ✔ • clean knife ✔ • chop fluxweed and add to cauldron ✔ • clean metal stirrer ✔ • stir seven times clockwise ✔ • sprinkle dog fur evenly (should take approx. 10 seconds) ✔ • wait exactly seven days without letting flame go out ✔ • add seven Jobberknoll feathers ✔ • wait another seven days without letting flame go out ✔ • add remaining Jobberknoll feathers ✔ • set burner to medium heat ✔ • add armadillo bile one teaspoon at a time ✔ • clean metal stirrer ✔ • stir seven times counterclockwise ✔ • add whisked Runespoor egg to potion • wait seven minutes and seven seconds • cast Recordo spell • add aconite roots one by one note: potion should exude a faint blue smoke __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.