 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Nicky was filing her nails in the back of the room, only mildly paying attention. She gave the ingredients table a cursory glance, trying to identify the items, but not paying much mind to the jars being passed around the room. Blood? No... wine, maybe. She heard someone say caterpillars. Were those... bat tongues? Almost in spite of herself, Nicky sat up and craned her neck to get a better look. Something about the table felt.. familiar.
"Aging potion?" she said aloud, nail file motionless in her hand, almost without realizing she was participating. Which she'd sworn not to do.
Right. Clearing her throat, she sat back and resumed the buffing of her nails. |