 Post 1 49% Dalmatian | | 51% Human
Philipe slid down slightly into his seat, feeling embarrassed... and an aging potion, of course... The one that no one in his family practiced... He sighed slightly but looked up as the professor continued to tell them about what to do. Oh great... This was going to go badly very, very quickly for him. He never had success on his first try on potions, so... all Philipe could hope for was that he didn't mix it so poorly that it could cause death or anything like that.
The fourth year sighed slightly and looked at his cauldron, cleaning it out first. That much he did know considering his aunt lectured him the last time he'd forgotten... He shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about when Chelle's hair had grown nearly 50 feet long... He looked at the ingredients and paused, this was going to be difficult for him, he wasn't very good with grinding things up. as simple of a task it may seem, it was never something Philipe was good at.
Never the less he grabbed some of the hairy fungus and started to grind it as fine as he could... Hopefully that was right... He sighed slightly and looked down at it and paused, wait... Was it supposed to be a super fine thing? Or just enough that it was smooth? He sighed slightly. He was over thinking this... He decided to go with it just being smooth and looked at the turtle shell. Now how was he supposed to do this? Turtle shells were pretty difficult to break actually... He sighed, trying to think of how to do it quickly and hopefully easily without damaging the shell too much. |