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Deezerz · 05-12-2016, 03:26 AM

First of all, the Professor Newton is 60?! What the flipping pipes?! Cornelius thought it he was around his 50s. Huh. It was a good thing it was a potion the Proff was under. It would be terribly traumatizing if the man just croaked. Cornelius wasn't ready for that. He liked his happy life, thank you very much.

Time to start up!

Buzzing from from all the sugar in his system, Cornelius dumped all of his potion instruments on to his desk. Things clanked and clattered, and managed to reach out quick (Quidditch reflexes

) and catch anything that could have rolled off the table. Busy hands and fingers got to work, organizing his tools by size: largest to smallest. Save for the cauldron. The cauldron belonged in the center in his line of vision. That done he took some time to cast a cleaning charm on his utilities, making sure they were sparkly clean and in no way would put his hair, face, or anything him in danger. One piece of lint and BOOM, it could cause a potion explosion. BOOM BOOM.

Look at that. His mum would be soooo proud of him for being so organized in potions. That RARELY happened. PROUD BALTAZAR MOMENT.

And the notes. He needed those. It was a pity that he didn't have a smart phone so he could just take a picture of it instead of having to write it all down. Setting the parchment on his lap, over the potions textbook, he jotted everything needed down. Unnecessary things OFF the table because then he would have to re-cast the cleaning charm and...better not.

Cornelius eyed the first piece of instruction. Prepare all ingredients? He eyed his table. Ugh. He needed to make room. Or...the person next to him wasn't using a space in their side of the table so...Cornelius stood his textbook up to make a barrier, giving him a wider space. There you go. You go Cornelius. WOOH.

Cauldron was cleaned, ingredients collected. Now what the professor said. He mashed up the hairy fungus on the mortar with he pestle. Uniform consistency? Head tiiiiilt. That looked like uniformed consistency. Next! The tortoise shell took more effort...much more effort that Cornelius even jotted down on a corner of his parchment to work on arms.

05-12-2016, 03:26 AM	#167 (permalink)
Deezerz DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Camp Half-Blood Posts: 7,730 Hogwarts RPG Name: Violeta X. Escalante Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yulietta Escalante Slytherin Second Year x8	That's Rough Buddy \| Be the Flower \| Moon & Stars First of all, the Professor Newton is 60?! What the flipping pipes?! Cornelius thought it he was around his 50s. Huh. It was a good thing it was a potion the Proff was under. It would be terribly traumatizing if the man just croaked. Cornelius wasn't ready for that. He liked his happy life, thank you very much. Time to start up! Buzzing from from all the sugar in his system, Cornelius dumped all of his potion instruments on to his desk. Things clanked and clattered, and managed to reach out quick (Quidditch reflexes ) and catch anything that could have rolled off the table. Busy hands and fingers got to work, organizing his tools by size: largest to smallest. Save for the cauldron. The cauldron belonged in the center in his line of vision. That done he took some time to cast a cleaning charm on his utilities, making sure they were sparkly clean and in no way would put his hair, face, or anything him in danger. One piece of lint and BOOM, it could cause a potion explosion. BOOM BOOM. Look at that. His mum would be soooo proud of him for being so organized in potions. That RARELY happened. PROUD BALTAZAR MOMENT. And the notes. He needed those. It was a pity that he didn't have a smart phone so he could just take a picture of it instead of having to write it all down. Setting the parchment on his lap, over the potions textbook, he jotted everything needed down. Unnecessary things OFF the table because then he would have to re-cast the cleaning charm and...better not. Cornelius eyed the first piece of instruction. Prepare all ingredients? He eyed his table. Ugh. He needed to make room. Or...the person next to him wasn't using a space in their side of the table so...Cornelius stood his textbook up to make a barrier, giving him a wider space. There you go. You go Cornelius. WOOH. Cauldron was cleaned, ingredients collected. Now what the professor said. He mashed up the hairy fungus on the mortar with he pestle. Uniform consistency? Head tiiiiilt. That looked like uniformed consistency. Next! The tortoise shell took more effort...much more effort that Cornelius even jotted down on a corner of his parchment to work on arms. __________________