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Uggghhhhhggggggggg
This was sooooo tiring, even if she was just turning her wrist lazily, it still took A LOT of effort. . . when were these 10 minutes gonna be uppppppp???
Mason had taken a seat after the first two minutes of the tedious wrist-turning stirring, since the Queen of Laziness was well. . . lazy. She was leaning on the table, one hand propped under her head and the other turning, her eyes dancing over the room as she looked for something entertaining.
Merlin, how was Haddie already done with hers?? If she recalled correctly, Haddie had been HORRIBLE at Potions last year. . . and now she's drinking it. Le siggghhhhh. Mason stared at her with slight amusement, ready to see the girl become a wrinkled old prune. But nothing happen- HOLY MOTHER OF HOUDINI!
Mason's jaw went slack. . . was that little smol person. . . Haddie? She raised her head from her hand and peered at the girl. She was so CUTEEEEEEE!!!! Professor Newton seemed just as surprised as the rest of them. How did she manage to reverse the effects??? Did she do things the other way around? Did she put in the wrong ingredients, like a pacifier or a stuffed toy? Whatever she did, it seemed to have messed with her, cause she looked realllyyy lost.
Mason looked away from the smol-Haddie, since she was pretty sure that Newton could fix her on his own. She glanced back into her cauldron, where the lorge-spoon was still stirring away, the potion turning lighter with every turn. She gave a SIGH of relief and stopped turning her ACHING wrist. She lowered her wand and placed it back on the table. She massaged her wrist softly with her other hand, working the knot out that had settled there. She could only imagine what these-unsmart-non-geniuses must have felt like with their numb arms and their sad unsmartness.
Mason shook her hands out and rotated her wrists. She made a grab for her bag, unclasped it and DUMPED the powder into the cauldron. 'Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, in the caldron boil and bake. . .' she whispered softly when she took up the spoon in her own hands. Shakespeare was for all occasions, anyone that said otherwise, was stupid.
Mason swatted at the powder bubbles that lay atop her potion, pushing them deeper into the cauldron with her spoon. Why weren't they dissolvinggggggg???? WHYYY??? Oh wait, nevermind. . . they just started seeping into the concoction. The potion started turning a really weird color, like a creamy-purple. . . hmmmm, maybe she should just stir it some more? With a slight frown, Mason started stirring anti-clockwise like a peasant, spoon drifting through the mixture. . . that still didn't look PERFECT! |