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SPOILER!!: Hady Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander  That was the main reason she was continuing to put forth all her hard work into this. In the end no matter how long it took she would be able to change into an animal at will. Something she had dreamed about doing since she was a very small child. Hady smiled brightly at Art in agreement. "Thank gosh because just the thought is enough to put some people off of trying thing," she laughed softly shifting her attention back onto her potion for a minute. Adding the next set of ingredients into her cauldron.
Now her wording could have been off on the ways people understood the difference between the two but this was how she saw it. "I don't know for sure if that's truly how it works but that's my understanding of it," the sixth year admitted. When it came to things of this nature people took to it all differently. "Thank you Sir!" Casting a patronus was a very large step forward for her and she had worked at it everyday for nearly two years before being able to cast one properly. Art added more of his own laughter to Miss Lynch's. How unfortunately true that was. "I've had a lot of students refuse to try a potion out because of the taste or... ingredients used," he said. He couldn't blame them, of course, but they did miss out on a fun, and sometimes very educational experience.
"W-well yes, you're very right. And all you can do is f-find a way of explaining it so that it makes sense to you. It makes perfect sense to me." He put away a few bits and pieces that had been left out; cauldrons, measuring cups etc. "Do you mind if I ask what your Patronus is?" SPOILER!!: Haddie Quote:
Originally Posted by Callie Hadley grinned at that. "Your grandchild will be very lucky to have you as a grandpa." The young girl watched with interest as he worked, absently playing with the unicorn horn in her hand. "If they ever need a babysitter for your grandchild, I'm pretty good at it." You know, when she didn't look like she needed one herself.
She listened intently as he answered her question, nodding her understanding now and then. It was fascinating to Hadley how easily and flawlessly he was able to brew the potion. It was like watching her mother cook. So natural looking when for her it was the complete opposite of natural.
When the potion ready, Hadley wasted no time downing it. She was immensely grateful that Newton made a show of drinking with her. A small gesture that meant a lot. Then came the awkward lengthy, at least it felt lengthy, wait to see if it'd work. Throughout the wait, her little legs swung absently beneath the table as if they had a mind of their own. It took ten minutes "I think it's starting to work. My skin is crawling." Sure enough, she was starting to look older. A pinch at a time. Maybe around eight years old one minute. Nine the next. After a few minutes she was 10 again. It was as if her potion was still fighting to keep hold of her, making the ground the antidote won hard-fought and at the pace of a crawl.
It was another ten minutes before Hadley was back to the way she'd been that morning. The first thing she did was take stock of herself and noticing her shoeless feet looked up at the professor sheepishly. "I can't remember where I lost my shoes..." Art almost felt the prickle of tears in his eyes at what Miss Denaker had said. "Oh..." he said, about to brush her compliment off. But he thought better of it. "Thank you Miss Denaker," he was very excited to meet the child, when they arrived to the world. He nodded to her and said "I'll pass that on to my son," with a smile. Everyone could use a list of babysitters, couldn't they?
Art looked at her with half a clinical eye and half a concerned eye, hoping that the potion would have the effects they wanted. And soon enough, she announced that something was working. Art watched as Miss Denaker slowly transformed back to her proper age. He smiled at her, and then laughed as she announced she couldn't remember where she lost her shoes. "How are you feeling?" he asked, bending down to take off his own shoes. "I'll walk you back barefoot when you're ready," he said. Hopefully she had more than one pair of shoes. Another pair being in her common room.
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