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Amorentia eight.. amorentia eight... list of eight with eight bits each... Benzi chanted this over and over in his head, knowing itwould definitely be useful in his NEWT. Amorentia being the infamous potion that it is, was guaranteed to come up in the exam right? Best learn it, and best learn it now and not later.
What was next? What number where they on? And had Sophie taken something that altered her brain? Because she was definitely being very strange.
Right. The berries. Deadly nightshade. Benzi wondered, not for the first time, how one even invented potions. There were always so many poisonous plants and ingredients, how didn't potioneers drop like flies? Unless they used animals for testing... Hmm. Reagan wouldn't like that. Finding the right balance must be so annoying, he thought to himself as he dropped the berries one by one into the simmering cauldron. Plus you must be really really good at Herbology too... Basically, potioneering was not the career for him.
Chopped alihotsy leaves went in after that. Where had he read about those before............ OH. Right. Laughing potion. Alihotsy - or the Hyena tree - makes people go into hysteria. Naturally, something you'd want to put in a fake love potion for all those who are so truly horrible that only someone suffering mild hysteria could fake love them. What a nice thought. He sprinkled the leaves in a circular, clockiwse motion as instructed, then closed his eyes quickly and muttered all the steps back to himself. Got them all. Cool. With a wave of his wand, the contents of his cauldron turned a deep dark red and Benzi beamed. Long gone where his days of clumsy potionmaking. Practice does indeed make perfect.
Well, he had a brass cauldron so Benzi set his timer for 13 minutes and waited for the professor to return with their eggs. Frozen Ashwinder eggs, one egg broken into eight. One egg broken into eight. He grabbed said egg, smashed the top to crack the ice then carefully dislocated bits until he had eight frozen Ashwinder egg parts on his working station. Until his timer rang the Prefect read over the list of ingredients again and memorised them. Relatively an easy list. Polyjuice? Hard. He hated that stupid potion so much, it was the WORST to study.
And, time was up! He carefully added the egg bits into the hot cauldron and quickly stirred until, LOOK EVERYONE, the potion was a nice perfect purple. Now if only he could do all this without instructions written up on the board and he'd have himself an O.
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