07-29-2016, 03:29 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12
| Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Blaise was all set to add the next ingredients, the shredded dittany, when yet another set of instructions caught his attention. Once he was done adding this, he was going to need to almost immediately add the wiggentree bark. He was going to need to be ready. Consequently, Blaise reached for both ingredients, pulling them closer to him and the cauldron.
Almost immediately. Fast reflexes, he didn't have a second to waste. The Gryffindor took hold of the 2 cups of shredded dittany and carefully poured them into the solution he'd thus far concocted then as quickly as he could without knocking everything over (which...meant not going NEARLY as fast as he otherwise might have) the boy added the two inch wiggentree bark.
That.......was immediate enough. Nothing was suddenly hissing or spitting and the cauldron wasn't acting grumpy out of nowhere. Blaise paused a moment, watching to be sure nothing had gone wrong and he hadn't taken too long because then he'd have to start over--if possible and starting over would mean he definitely wouldn't finish early enough to see Katherine before his parents came back to get him. That would've been the height of disappointment--y'know, next to actually having to continue coming back when he wanted nothing more than to never see this place again.
So far so good.
The 14 year old reached next for the moly petals. Floating them shouldn't have been hard. They were light enough that all he had to do was sprinkle them in and watch them settle themselves snuggly on the surface.
Blaise let the petals fall through his fingers, having already counted out seven to ensure he didn't add too many. As the last took its place in the potion he looked to the card again. By the looks of it, he was almost done. More than half the things were added and he still had a good bit of time left!
Let's see...next was...the....oh! The salamander blood. Right. You think he'd remember picking up a cup of blood earlier but apparently not? According to this, it needed to be slooooowly added. Setting his hand at a good distance from the cauldron, the boy tipped the measuring cup slightly and watched the crimson liquid flowing out. Took him all of a couple seconds to decide this would take forever and left him wondering why he couldn't simply pour it i and be done with it. He wouldn't go trying it because....grade and all but make no mistake, he WAS wondering now.
After forever and ever and ever of pouring, the last of the liquid had finally been added and he could now lower the cup.
With that done he was on to the crushing bit. Blaise grabbed the lionfish spine and added it to the mortar. Roughly crushing...he suspected meant he wouldn't have to get it all tiny and well crushed and so with that in mind, the boy got to work with the pestle. It wouldn't take much time, in fact, it was hardly any time at all before it was crushed to his satisfaction and also added to the cauldron.
This was going smoothly if he did say so himself
Next thing that needed getting in was the unicorn horn--which he used to have questions about before he learned that they didn't take them from LIVE unicorns. It was okay for use. None harmed in the making of this Potions Final.
Blaise held the horn over the cauldron and began the grating process. For as much as he could help it, he tried to make sure nothing fell outside the cauldron. To ensure that, he held his hand as close to it as he dared. Caution was still important. The potion might suddenly decide to bubble up and where would that leave his poor hand?
Fortunately the potion DID behave and he was able to get the entire horn grated and into the cauldron. Good stuff.
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