07-29-2016, 09:01 PM
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Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron | Post 1 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Fiyero was a little nervous about his potions final. It seemed like every class, he either set something on fire or injured himself. He hoped there wouldn't be any mishaps this time, but somehow he doubted it. "Good morning, Professor Newton," he said with a polite nod as he walked into the room, trying not to let on just how nervous he was. That wouldn't be the Gryffindor thing to do!
He fidgeted a little at his station as he waited for Professor Newton to tell them to start. Come on, hurry up already! As soon as the timer clicked on, he flipped over his potions card. A potion that increases stamina and endurance? That sounded like something he could use... assuming he could brew it right. He glanced at the instructions. Okay, first things first... "clean equipment". He set out his cauldron, scales, and phials, pointing his wand at each one in turn. "Scourgify!" So far so good, at least he hadn't messed up that part! "Aguamenti," Fiyero said, carefully aiming his wand into his cauldron. When the water had reached the desired level, he stopped the spell and moved on to the next step. Add fairy wings... really? Fairy wings? He was glad his little sister wasn't here; she'd be hysterical at the thought of a fairy flying around without its wings! After dropping the wings into his cauldron, Fiyero aimed his wand at the burner. "Incendo!" He was prepared to react to out of control flames, but to his relief, there was no giant fire ball this time.
Fiyero was proud of himself for not accidentally setting his cauldron on fire again, but there wasn't time to congratulate himself now. He watched carefully as his potion started to change colors. It eventually turned a bluish-green color, but was it turquoise? He assumed that was close enough and added three doxy eggs to the mix. After a couple more minutes, the potion turned bright pink. Who knew an endurance potion would turn such a girly color?
So now what was he supposed to do? Fiyero looked at his instructions again. Right, toasted dragonfly thoraxes. He added the thoraxes to the cauldron, mentally counting them out. One tow, three, four, five... The more thoraxes he added, the more he started to get worried. Why wasn't it turning red? Had he made a mistake? ...seventeen, eighteen, nineteen... Finally after adding the final dragonfly thorax, Fiyero's potion darkened to a deep red. Cool, Gryffindor's color! Why couldn't the potion just stay red?
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