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Originally Posted by
Lissy Longbottom 
Scarlett was nervous to try this potion but she was glad that Austin was actually doing the brewing - sure, she'd feel kind of weird and sick for a while but it was better than failing this class because she forgot a step in her potion or didn't crush something to the PERFECT powdery consistency. Or something.
As all the other students filed up to get their small dose of the potion, she followed in suit, getting her small teaspoon and returning back to Austin's desk so she could sit nearby and...try not to get sick in his potion? Poor kid, she was sure she was about to be a TERRIBLE distraction and nuisance to him! She hoped that didn't affect his concentration...she really didn't want to DIE or anything...
She took a deep breath and GULP. Down went the potion. It took about a minute, but then...the room started spinning. "WHOA," she said, grabbing the edge of his desk to try and steady herself as she sat down on a stool. If she didn't sit, she really WOULD get sick...
Austin rolled up his sleeves, and began crushing the Bezoar in he Morter.
"Fine powder," he mumbled.
"No chunks." He really didn't want to screw up the antidote. He wasn't usually nervous when he made potions, but that was mainly due to the fact that no one's life was on the line. Even if Scarlett wasn't going to die, she was still going to feel awful.
And as she arrived and took the potion, his thoughts were confirmed. She seemed fine at first, but as the minutes wore on, she looked a little off.
"Are you alright?" He said, putting the pestle and morter on the table. He put an arm around her to steady her on the stool, hoping she wouldn't fall off. There wasn't much support on the stool.
"If you need more support, you can sit against me on the floor. I promise I won't move." He gulped down his fears, hoping this was just a diluted poison.