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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
Gryffindor Third Year
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You know, the sound of making a love potion was WEIRD. LOVE potion. LOVE. Or, as Phillip was going to start calling it, the SNOGGING potion. He imagined that that was what it would lead to eventually and he didn't like it. One Valentine's Day in a school full of TEENAGERS was enough for him, thank you.
But enough of that, there was a potion to be made. Picking up his quill, the first year started noting down the ingredients on the board, along with the first few steps. Sneezewort -- AHAHAHA -- Ashwinder egg, salamandar bloo--
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NO.
Phillip STARED at the ingredients list and then at his supplies and then back at the ingredients list. There was a look of pure DISGUST on his face when his eyes landed on that one word. Blood. They. Had to. Use. Blood. BLOOD. The thing that should be in BODIES and not flowing freely to GROSS PEOPLE OUT AND MAKE THEM FEEL SICK TO THEIR STOMACHS.
MERLIN.
He immediately recoiled and slowly inched his arm up in the air. There had to be a way past this. Just HAD to. He wasn't going to take a no for an answer because he certainly WASN'T going to touch THAT. "Professaaaaaaah! Do you think you could come here please?" This was important especially if he didn't want puke everywhere .
In the meantime, however, he was going to start with the next few steps and just forget that that even EXISTED. Nope. No blood near HIM. First came separating the sneezewort petals, which was the E A S I E S T step ever. Didn't even take him long to do it. Then came the chopping part so, grabbing his knife and cutting board and giving those a CLEAN, he started chopping away at the leaves.
CHOP CHOP CHOP!
When THAT was done, he moved onto the next step: crushing the moonstone. Phillip cleaned the mortar and pestle before starting with the crushing process. For a little first year with a LOT of energy, this was NOT a problem whatsoever. In fact, it almost felt GOOD to crush the moonstone into tiny little pieces. Look at it getting smaller and smaller and SMALLER.
Was that enough? Yeah? YEAH. MOVING ON, he was going to CLEAN the cauldron now and add purified water to it. Merlin, with this number of cleaning going on, it was as if he was back at home and being nagged by his mum to clean his room. But this wasn't nagging: this was ESSENTIAL if he didn't want to mess up the potion ENTIRELY and cause a huge explosion.
But, you know, an explosion would be COOL.
And IN went the petals. JUST the petals.
Next step? FIRE! F I Y A H!!
At the mere mention of it, Phillip took in a deep breath and could ALMOST be seen rubbing his feet back and forth against the floor. All in the name of EXCITEMENT. He did as he was told, a wide BEAM spread across his young face when the fire was lit at maximum beneath his cauldron. He could stare at this FOREVER but, uh, there was a potion to be made. So, in went the sneezewort heads before he looked up at the blackboard again.
The next step? Stirring. Which included MORE cleaning.
While he was in the same house as his mum, he hadn't gained her gift and knowledge in Potions so the change in stick material was NO bother to him WHATSOEVER. To him, it was just a different stick. Big deal. He still cleaned the metal stick and started stirring his potion eight times clockwise. It wasn't a hard step but keeping up the concentration level? Now THAT was hard. Especially since he was sitting in a CLASS full of people who were each going at their own speed.
Was the blood step next? No? GOOD.
When he was done with the eight stirs, Phillip started adding in the berries one by one. At this point in the potion making process, he wasn't even SURPRISED that there were eight of these. There was a pattern here and, you know, this was much easier to remember than having lots of different numbers listed.
Uh. So the next step was hard. Sprinkle leaves while drawing a clockwise circle? But that required MULTITASKING. Which meant two lots of concentration levels, something that Phillip could NOT do. He found it hard enough to concentrate as it is but this? This was going too far. The boy rubbed his nose and furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at the leaves and then his wand. Good luck, indeed.
Little steps, Romalotti, little steps.
Keeping his wand in his right hand, the Slytherin picked up the leaves that had been chopped before. His eyebrows were still furrowed as he started sprinkling the leaves into the potion with one hand while waving his wand around in a clockwise circle using his other hand. It was a slow process and it wasn't long before he felt a headache coming on. How did people DO this?!
Okay, that was all the Alihotsy leaves gone. The next step was, thankfully, MUCH simpler. Just a wave of the wand. Nothing EXTREME.
So, Phillip waved his wand over his cauldron.
And he STILL wasn't looking over at the salamander blood over there. No.
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