05-11-2016, 11:34 PM
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Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600
Gryffindor Sixth Year
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Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d
First Year
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He was ready to properly start now! Thank goodness. Rooney was a little in wonder of them using wine in a potion, but supposed it was okay, given that it was also used in food sometimes. And he was definitely not all about this prune juice life.. But he added them both into his cauldron. Wine and then prune juice, one from each hand. Like a PROFESSIONAL. Which he was, honestly. He looked around at his classmates, raising an eyebrow at the debacle that was happening with a younger Ravenclaw. How was she finished so quickly?! Had he really taken THAT long in setting up and getting organised? It had been that arm workouts. They must have taken a full length of someone prepping their ingredients. Had Haddie even let her potion COOL?! Gosh.
With that little distraction over.. Rooney used his wand to produce a flame underneath his cauldron and set about his wonderful, wonderful stirring of the potion. Another of his arm workouts. Another ridiculous strengthening act that wasn’t going to stop until this potion was finished, according to his instructions. Roo kept on stirring the prune juice and red wine together and watched the colour of his potion mingle properly to a good and honest dark purple. The colour of his dream dress robes to go with his Ministry of Magic pin that he was always going to have with him. Rooney had at least seven badges on some part of clothing at any one time of day. Always his own Prefect badge. Always his mother’s badge. Always his Disney castle pin. Always his Ministry of Magic one. And then the others changed around with how he felt.
AND THE BUBBLES. Pretty bubbles in his cauldron. As soon as he saw the first few, Rooney tossed in his mashed fungus, sure to pat out ever part of the hairy ingredient into his brewing potion and started to count whilst stirring. One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand. And on and on and on. Until he got bored and started to sing a song that he knew lasted exactly three minutes and forty eight seconds. Exactly what he had left before the five minutes were up. Oooooh. A lighter purple. The perfect accent colour that his tie and socks would be with his dress robes. Perfect, perfect, perfect!
An eight minute length of stirring stood between him and the next leg of this potion making… Eight minutes was a long time when your arms were throbbing and you just wanted someone to rub your shoulders. Could that be a thing? Maybe Miss Charlotte would think about it if he let her wear his badge for a whole day. Eight minutes began on his quiet singing countdown as he added in the tortoise shell. Stir… Stir… Stir… YAWN.
Had Professor Newton dropped off yet? He looked like he had been ready to when Rooney last looked, but he didn’t have the time to look away from his potion or defer his attention from his rendition of the alphabet song.
Six minutes…
Six minutes one second…
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