 Post 2: Crushing the Shell Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
With her cauldron clean and heating slowly, Mason decided that it was time to start preparing her ingredients (which also needed to be prefect).
Her eyes scanned over the ingredients, searching for the hardest first. She wasn't going to do the cutting-junk-up first, cause pfftt, too easy. Mmmm, she needed the thing that would take the most time, something that she needed to get out of he way first. "Bingo." She whispered when she say the whole tortoise-shell. She had been lucky the previous time, since her dad had been smart enough to send her pre-smashed shell. . . and if she wasn't mistaken, didn't Newton Sneaky old man. . .
A grin spread over her face when the idea sprang into her head. Instead of being a peasant and smashing it with the pestle, she was gonna take the easier (and way more fun) route. Merlin, she was a genius. Why didn't people appreciate her intellect more often?
She bent and scooped the discarded book-bag up again, before she took it by the end and dumped all of her books unceremoniously onto the already cluttered table. She held the bag in one hand and dug her wand out from underneath the scarred papers and books. She pulled it out from beneath the junk and pointed it at the bag, before casting "Scourgify!" and making the S-motion. The bag needed to be clean, since duh. . . ew.
Mason placed the wand back on the (messy) table and took the shell, "Adios, shell-ios!" and in you go. She fasted the claps of her bag, making sure that there was no way for any of the pieces to escape, before throwing it back onto the floor. And now for the grand show, jumping onto her bag repeatedly like some animal would.
The shell made a disgusting-crunch sound when her feet made contact with the bag, shards crumbling under her weight. Mwahahaha, this was so much easier even if she did look like an idiot.
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