05-11-2016, 08:45 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600
Gryffindor Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d
First Year
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|  Post 1: Preparing ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Rooney laughed at his Professor still having some sense of humour despite whatever was wrong with him and waited long enough to hand out the ingredients to his peers as he was asked to before taking a seat again and listening to the instructions given to them, accompanying his ear-work with writing up his notes. He was about to offer to work with Miss Olivia, but someone else got there and he was too busy writing up, listening AND trying to catch Miss Charlotte’s eye about seeing her after class. He needed to give her something soon before it died and he had to buy another…again. Fish died way too easy if you went to camp and forgot about them for a few days.
Bad boyfriend material.
The second fish would correct all of this problem. If he just got her aside and had the courage to give it to her. It was all a big thing for him. He knew what he was going to say.. It just had to FEEL right. First girlfriend asking needed to be on par with the best day of his life.
He had work to do, though. Cleaning out his cauldron with a quick ”scourgify”, Roo lined up the things he knew he would need for now and began to sort out all of his ingredients before he did anything. But only after he span his arms a few times, starting with the wrists then the elbows and then the shoulders. All in preparation for the large amounts of stirring that was required. Arm workouts and cleaning. Potions was all the rage right now. All the rage and all the effort.
Because he’d wrote down the order that Professor Newton had explained preparing the ingredients and followed that. Using his mortar and pestle, Rooney worked at the hair fungus with force. Mash mash mash. Mash mash mash. Maaaash. MASHY MASHY MASH MASH. Was it done yet? His wrist was starting to hurt.. Probably shouldn’t have done that pre-potioning workout. Roo kept at it for a few minutes actually, keeping himself aware of anything happening in the classroom around him. Prefect duties? He felt obliged to keep an eye out with the situation their Professor was in right now. Rooney moved on to the harrowing task that was getting the tortoise shell into a powder. It took him well over ten minutes with only a few breaks to sniff at the prune juice. Pruney. He continued on to do exactly what he needed to with the caterpillar and the bat tongue. Just as the Professor had explained. And it had all been pretty hard work.
Why wasn’t this all prepared first? He wasn’t a butcher, a baker or a candlestick maker. He was a fourteen year old without much upper arm strength. Unless you counted his ability to hold his sister above his head for a near thirty seconds.
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