Originally Posted by MysteriesOfFate

Madge shook her head and gave an equally as nervous grin as the one she saw on the face of her new Potions partner. "Well lucky you I've been at least half-way decent at potions this year. I'll get started with this potion, and you can... uh... poison yourself?" Madge's face took on some colour as she laughed a little. Slowly but surely human interaction would be less uncomfortable.

She shuffled her way through the crowd of students in front of the professors stores and picked up the ingredients listed. When she returned to her table she looked at Mel, held up the Bezoar with her thumb and forefigner, and gave a twisted face with her tongue stuck out. "So gross right?"



Madge nodded at the professor and her face suddenly got serious. She knew that if she messed up her antidote the professor would help Mel, but she still took this VERY seriously.

From her wrist she untied a long scrap piece of beige fabric and she draped it around her neck under her long and insanely-curly bushy hair. She squashed her hair together with her hands and used the scrap of fabric to tie it up. She used to use fabric covered elastic bands when she was in the muggle world with her family, but for some reason she had yet to see a witch or wizard shop sell them. But her hair needed to be away from her face and back for her to concentrate, so scrap fabric it was. Much more sturdy too.

She pulled her mortar and pestle closer to herself on the table and she plonked the bezoar into it. Fine powder eh? She squared herself up over the mortar and pestle and then pounded the living wits out of it.

After a few minutes it still wasn't a fine powder. She never was the strongest, but she was determined.

After it hit a more granular TVP-looking stage she began to grind it using circular motions.