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VRSCIKA · 02-14-2016, 09:03 PM

SPOILER!!: Brewer post #3

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Originally Posted by Jean Granger

SPOILER!!: Ilia!

If he had to describe what the potion tasted like, he would have said it was ... liquid-y. Like water, but colder and smoother. He giggled and licked his lips. Funny, he never giggled. That was too girly. But he could not stop himself. "Nice to meet you too, Ilia." He replied, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle the giggle.

Carl turned his attention to the potion-making going on. He had to watch and learn so that he succeeded when it was his turn. However, everything was blurry. He blinked several times, but he could not see the Slytherin's hand clearly. He tried to concentrate as much as he could. Crushing the Bezoar, adding the powder into the cauldron ... oooh, her cauldron was pretty. Copper was pretty.

"Hmmm?" Did Ilia ask him something? "Oh, I like Hoggy-warts. Yeah, I am an irst fear - I mean, a First Year. Are you?" Carl blinked some more. He flinched a bit as his partner used Aguamenti to shoot water out of her wand. He felt like he needed to do something to help her, she was doing so much work and he was just sitting around. The best thing he could do was to keep her company. "Do you like unicorns, Ilia? I didn't know they existed until last summer. And now we are using unicorn horns in classes!" He gestured wildly to express his amazement.

Was this baby badger.....giggling at her? She raised her brow a little but didn't take any offense. He seemed....giddy. As he answered her about liking Hogwarts and his year, she stifled a giggle herself. irst fear? Wait....he asked if she was a first year? Did she look like an ickle? Also, she what eleven year old was 5'7"? Wow...maybe that 'placebo poison' packed a punch. He certainly didn't seem all there...."Umm, no. I am a sixth year actually."

Did she like unicorns? She eyed him curiously....he had to be a muggle born, not knowing they existed until last summer. "I like unicorns. One of my uncles breeds them actually." She focused on her work as she spoke, using "Incendio" to light the cauldron. Carefully she adjusted her flame to medium temperature. One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippogriffs.....

Okay and now to let it brew for five minutes. "Yes, we will be using unicorn horn. Its purity helps to heal and cleanse toxins in many ways."

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SPOILER!!: Drinker Post #1

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Originally Posted by Jean Granger

With a jolt, Carl lifted his head. Had he fallen asleep? He must have, but he could not think clearly right now. They were brewing an antidote. He was in a Potions lesson. He was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew that much. And his name was ... he forgot that. It would come to him in a moment or two. He drank the potion when Ilia was done and inhaled. He was supposed to be okay now, right?

Right. The groggy boy walked up to the front of the room where he knew the ingredients were. He had to hold on to a solid object as he moved, because the world was still spinning like crazy. He squinted up at the board at the list of ingredients he needed, but all the letters were scrambled up. Well, he would just have to take a bit of everything there was. Holding an armful of things in his arms, he made his way back to his work space.

Because he could not see the instructions, the Hufflepuff turned to his memory of watching Ilia work. She was powdering something. It must be the Bezoar! He grabbed one of the many Bezoars he had brought back and dropped it inside the mortar. With that, he began crushing. Crush crush crush. Ouch, he just crushed his finger. No worries, it wasn't anything serious.

Oh and he remembered his name - Carl Anderson Leonard.

Carl drank the potion when she woke him but.....he still seemed off. Maybe it just hadn't kicked in yet. She had done exactly as the professor showed and instructed. She watched him warily as she walked up to take her sample. Seeing how much it had affected Carl, made her reluctant to want to drink it herself. Still.......Carl had done it. This was what the Professor ordered them do to. Everyone else was drinking it. Her self preservation was screaming in her head not to do it.....but she did not want to lose house points. Pinching her nose, she knocked back the sample of liquid. The back of her mind said......Ilia why did you do that?

She watched Carl carry all of the things back to the station. Wait....didn't he have a lot of stuff? Like, more than he needed? Or did he? She was beginning to feel a little light-headed. The older girl watched as he laid everything down and began step one. Was that his finger? Didn't that hurt? *giggle*.

SPOILER!!: Drinker Post #2

Quote:

Originally Posted by Jean Granger

Crush, crush, crush. Carl continued crushing the Bezoar until he found out that he was basically crushing powder into - well, even finer powder. He stopped immediately and kind of sat there staring at his work. Then, humming a little tune, he dumped the whole lot straight into his cauldron.

Rubbing his hands together, he looked at the rest of his ingredients. He no longer cared about the methods written on the board. He decided to work with the Standard Ingredient thing next. Two measures of those were added to the cauldron, then after some consideration, one more joined the mixture. After all, it didn't hurt to be add a bit more, right?

Carl glanced around at his fellow classmates, wondering how they were doing with their potions. He thought he was rather successful today. Oops, they were all going crazy! It looked like none of their antidotes worked. Professor Newton would be able to fix that. Or was it Professor Curie? He could not remember which one it was.

Aguamenti. The word sprang up in his mind all of a sudden. He took out his wand and, accidentally pointing it at himself, said "Aguamenti!" Water shot out into his face and he spluttered and gasped. What was that? Adjusting his hold so that he was pointing his wand at the interior of his cauldron, he repeated, "Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" Water! More water!

He directed his attention to his neighbors. "Aguamenti!" The boy giggled and waved his wand. Water everywhere, yay!

Ilia watched, mesmerized by what Carl was doing. Wait was he...doing that right? Her world started to spin a little and she couldn't quite remember the steps. He was doing great right? The book was in front of him and she knew that she had done the potion right....right? What was she doing again?

She looked around the room at everyone....was the room really loud or was it just her? Her head felt....heavy....so heavy. Could she take it off and set it down? It was starting to hurt her neck.....She placed her hands on each side and tried to pull it, but it wasn't coming off. *giggle* Like she was in wonderland, it could come off....didn't body parts come off? She tried again. "Why won't my head come off?" She giggled oddly she gave up and watched Carl.

Were they having a water fight? Or...were they flowers? This was wonderland and she was a flower....Carl was watering them.....what was Carl? Brr...the water was...no it felt nice. Yay water!

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Originally Posted by Jean Granger

Carl was happy. He was soaking wet and he was happy. Who didn't like water? He tried to distribute the water evenly so that everybody got an equal amount. He did not favor anybody ... though to be honest, he was probably the wettest right now. Just then, he heard another voice shouting Aguamenti. He turned around to see a Gryffindor join him in his water-shooting adventure. "Aguamenti!" He said one more time before he heard a Ravenclaw girl telling them to stop. Ah well, he might as well continue his potion-making. He gave a weak thumbs-up to his Gryffindor comrade and let his hand drop to his side.

The First Year turned to the instructions on the board. He could see more clearly now ... after adding water was heating the cauldron. Heat. He needed to make a fire. He needed - wood. Wood plus wood equals fire. "Does anybody have any wood?" He asked the class. The only piece of wood he had was his wand, but he knew that was precious. He was not burning that.

Ilia sat there wet, contemplating the difficulties of life as a flower. What kind of flower was she even? She looked around at all of the other flowers and their petals....hmm so they were all dancing flowers. Wait....the Carl flower wanted wood? Why would he want wood? "Flowers don't have woody stems....Flowers are flowers not trees. You don't want to be a tree do you Carl? You'll have to leave the garden." She muttered to him distractedly....silly flower boy. Or was he weed? .......Was she a weed? What kind of flowers were they anyways? A flower was a flower right? Henric had to be a sunflower.....Adi was probably a daffodil....hmm....she liked roses....Ilia wanted to be a rose.

02-14-2016, 09:03 PM	#411 (permalink)
VRSCIKA DMAC & DMC Billywig Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 3,402 x1	Multiple posts in spoilers; Not taking Arts antidote yet Dragon Geisha/Toni-Toni Chopper/Master of Chocobos Alpha Goddess/ Darth Devious /Davvy's twinneh SPOILER!!: Brewer post #3 Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger SPOILER!!: Ilia! If he had to describe what the potion tasted like, he would have said it was ... liquid-y. Like water, but colder and smoother. He giggled and licked his lips. Funny, he never giggled. That was too girly. But he could not stop himself. "Nice to meet you too, Ilia." He replied, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle the giggle. Carl turned his attention to the potion-making going on. He had to watch and learn so that he succeeded when it was his turn. However, everything was blurry. He blinked several times, but he could not see the Slytherin's hand clearly. He tried to concentrate as much as he could. Crushing the Bezoar, adding the powder into the cauldron ... oooh, her cauldron was pretty. Copper was pretty. "Hmmm?" Did Ilia ask him something? "Oh, I like Hoggy-warts. Yeah, I am an irst fear - I mean, a First Year. Are you?" Carl blinked some more. He flinched a bit as his partner used Aguamenti to shoot water out of her wand. He felt like he needed to do something to help her, she was doing so much work and he was just sitting around. The best thing he could do was to keep her company. "Do you like unicorns, Ilia? I didn't know they existed until last summer. And now we are using unicorn horns in classes!" He gestured wildly to express his amazement. Was this baby badger.....giggling at her? She raised her brow a little but didn't take any offense. He seemed....giddy. As he answered her about liking Hogwarts and his year, she stifled a giggle herself. irst fear? Wait....he asked if she was a first year? Did she look like an ickle? Also, she what eleven year old was 5'7"? Wow...maybe that 'placebo poison' packed a punch. He certainly didn't seem all there...."Umm, no. I am a sixth year actually." Did she like unicorns? She eyed him curiously....he had to be a muggle born, not knowing they existed until last summer. "I like unicorns. One of my uncles breeds them actually." She focused on her work as she spoke, using "Incendio" to light the cauldron. Carefully she adjusted her flame to medium temperature. One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippogriffs..... Okay and now to let it brew for five minutes. "Yes, we will be using unicorn horn. Its purity helps to heal and cleanse toxins in many ways." SPOILER!!: Brewer post #4 Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger The Potions classroom began to spin around him. Carl gripped his desk tightly. He was going to fall off and drop into ... into nothingness! With a sigh, he closed his eyes. This made him feel better - at least he was not as dizzy. He tried to open his eyes again but this time, sleep overcame him. Yaaawn. Could he sleep? He was comfy enough here. "Uh, Ilia? Can you - can you poke me if I fall asleep?" He asked while yawning again. Rubbing his eyes, he rested his head on the desk. He was not going to sleep ... he was not going to sleep ... he was not going to ... yawn. The baby badger was beginning to look really....sick. Ilia was staring at her little hourglass, ready for the five minutes to be over. Please....please don't vomit on her Carl. It would be really really gross. When he closed his eyes she started getting concerned. "Umm, Carl.....are...you okay?" She didn't need uber sick baby badgers falling all over the place here buddy. He was 'okayish' apparently because he opened his eyes and asked her if she could poke him if he fell asleep. "Umm....yes??" She somewhat winced as she said it though, she really didn't like the idea of him sleeping. What if he 'slept' a bit too heavily? Not that she didn't trust the professor.......although he was not as confidence inspiring as Professor Culloden...... She needed to finish this, thank Merlin that the timer was done. Carefully, she added 1 pinch of unicorn horn to the cauldron and stirred once clockwise, then once more clockwise. SPOILER!!: Brewer post #5 Time for the mistletoe berries. Plucking one into her demure hand, she lowered it gently into the potion. This was the first time she had someone take a 'poison' in front of her. Honestly, it was probably good practice considering what career field she wanted to enter....but seriously people she was sixteen. And berry number two, in it went. Stirring counter-clockwise once, and now twice. Time to let it sit for two minutes. She set her sand hourglass and then....walked over to Carl. "Umm, Carl....are you...awake?" Gently she shook the younger boy's shoulder. "Carl.....its done. Time to drink it." And hopefully not seem like you are dying anymore....because honestly you were really freaking her out little buddy. SPOILER!!: Drinker Post #1 Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger With a jolt, Carl lifted his head. Had he fallen asleep? He must have, but he could not think clearly right now. They were brewing an antidote. He was in a Potions lesson. He was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew that much. And his name was ... he forgot that. It would come to him in a moment or two. He drank the potion when Ilia was done and inhaled. He was supposed to be okay now, right? Right. The groggy boy walked up to the front of the room where he knew the ingredients were. He had to hold on to a solid object as he moved, because the world was still spinning like crazy. He squinted up at the board at the list of ingredients he needed, but all the letters were scrambled up. Well, he would just have to take a bit of everything there was. Holding an armful of things in his arms, he made his way back to his work space. Because he could not see the instructions, the Hufflepuff turned to his memory of watching Ilia work. She was powdering something. It must be the Bezoar! He grabbed one of the many Bezoars he had brought back and dropped it inside the mortar. With that, he began crushing. Crush crush crush. Ouch, he just crushed his finger. No worries, it wasn't anything serious. Oh and he remembered his name - Carl Anderson Leonard. Carl drank the potion when she woke him but.....he still seemed off. Maybe it just hadn't kicked in yet. She had done exactly as the professor showed and instructed. She watched him warily as she walked up to take her sample. Seeing how much it had affected Carl, made her reluctant to want to drink it herself. Still.......Carl had done it. This was what the Professor ordered them do to. Everyone else was drinking it. Her self preservation was screaming in her head not to do it.....but she did not want to lose house points. Pinching her nose, she knocked back the sample of liquid. The back of her mind said......Ilia why did you do that? She watched Carl carry all of the things back to the station. Wait....didn't he have a lot of stuff? Like, more than he needed? Or did he? She was beginning to feel a little light-headed. The older girl watched as he laid everything down and began step one. Was that his finger? Didn't that hurt? giggle. SPOILER!!: Drinker Post #2 Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger Crush, crush, crush. Carl continued crushing the Bezoar until he found out that he was basically crushing powder into - well, even finer powder. He stopped immediately and kind of sat there staring at his work. Then, humming a little tune, he dumped the whole lot straight into his cauldron. Rubbing his hands together, he looked at the rest of his ingredients. He no longer cared about the methods written on the board. He decided to work with the Standard Ingredient thing next. Two measures of those were added to the cauldron, then after some consideration, one more joined the mixture. After all, it didn't hurt to be add a bit more, right? Carl glanced around at his fellow classmates, wondering how they were doing with their potions. He thought he was rather successful today. Oops, they were all going crazy! It looked like none of their antidotes worked. Professor Newton would be able to fix that. Or was it Professor Curie? He could not remember which one it was. Aguamenti. The word sprang up in his mind all of a sudden. He took out his wand and, accidentally pointing it at himself, said "Aguamenti!" Water shot out into his face and he spluttered and gasped. What was that? Adjusting his hold so that he was pointing his wand at the interior of his cauldron, he repeated, "Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" Water! More water! He directed his attention to his neighbors. "Aguamenti!" The boy giggled and waved his wand. Water everywhere, yay! Ilia watched, mesmerized by what Carl was doing. Wait was he...doing that right? Her world started to spin a little and she couldn't quite remember the steps. He was doing great right? The book was in front of him and she knew that she had done the potion right....right? What was she doing again? She looked around the room at everyone....was the room really loud or was it just her? Her head felt....heavy....so heavy. Could she take it off and set it down? It was starting to hurt her neck.....She placed her hands on each side and tried to pull it, but it wasn't coming off. giggle Like she was in wonderland, it could come off....didn't body parts come off? She tried again. "Why won't my head come off?" She giggled oddly she gave up and watched Carl. Were they having a water fight? Or...were they flowers? This was wonderland and she was a flower....Carl was watering them.....what was Carl? Brr...the water was...no it felt nice. Yay water! Quote: Originally Posted by Jean Granger Carl was happy. He was soaking wet and he was happy. Who didn't like water? He tried to distribute the water evenly so that everybody got an equal amount. He did not favor anybody ... though to be honest, he was probably the wettest right now. Just then, he heard another voice shouting Aguamenti. He turned around to see a Gryffindor join him in his water-shooting adventure. "Aguamenti!" He said one more time before he heard a Ravenclaw girl telling them to stop. Ah well, he might as well continue his potion-making. He gave a weak thumbs-up to his Gryffindor comrade and let his hand drop to his side. The First Year turned to the instructions on the board. He could see more clearly now ... after adding water was heating the cauldron. Heat. He needed to make a fire. He needed - wood. Wood plus wood equals fire. "Does anybody have any wood?" He asked the class. The only piece of wood he had was his wand, but he knew that was precious. He was not burning that. Ilia sat there wet, contemplating the difficulties of life as a flower. What kind of flower was she even? She looked around at all of the other flowers and their petals....hmm so they were all dancing flowers. Wait....the Carl flower wanted wood? Why would he want wood? "Flowers don't have woody stems....Flowers are flowers not trees. You don't want to be a tree do you Carl? You'll have to leave the garden." She muttered to him distractedly....silly flower boy. Or was he weed? .......Was she a weed? What kind of flowers were they anyways? A flower was a flower right? Henric had to be a sunflower.....Adi was probably a daffodil....hmm....she liked roses....Ilia wanted to be a rose.