 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam had no idea how things were going at Hogwarts, nor, if he was honest, did he really care. It wasn’t like he had a personal investment in the school. Nor had he enjoyed his brief stint at the school. In fact, if anyone had bothered to ask him, he’d have stated that he found the staff rude, the school unnecessarily labyrinthine, and the students impertinent to the point that he almost wanted to move back home to Germany.
Almost move back to Germany…
Thankfully he didn’t really have to deal with Hogwartsy people (or did he?) on a daily basis. His daily work consisted of potions, herbology, cooking, food, potions, and the occasional explosion that turned his hair pink and made him smell like a Hawaiian luau.
In fact, he was busy working on a (fairly) simple speed elixir at the moment. He had planned to use it to test the intensification of the love potion that bubbled in the fair corner. However, since it was a fairly simple potion to rebrew (and didn’t rely on the phases of the moon for adding new ingredients like the other potion that was simmering away on this desk), Adam found himself wondering what the effects of the creature’s slime and the snowflake/spore/dander-thing-a-ma-bob stuff that Addison had been able to collect off the students who had entered the “mysterious portal” that had appeared would be. According to the student’s recounting of their experience in said portal, their wand magic hadn’t been very potent. He wondered if the spores or the slime had been the reason. And if it had, Adam wondered what it’s affect would be on potion-magic?
He causally dropped one of the snowflake/spore/dander-thing-a-ma-bob things Addison had allotted him into the potion.
There was a fizz, followed by a foof, (nothing really out of the ordinary), and then…..
Nothing.
Adam leaned over the potion, fully aware that there might be a delay in the ingredient after-affects or that the fumes could cause him to sprout carrots out of his nose, but not really expecting anything to happen (after all, that would support his hypothesis). The potion, which was usually a rich glowing, slightly bubbly blue color was slowly turning into a very dull, blah color that if, Adam was familiar with muggle cold medicines would have looked strikingly like Nightquil.
“Auch das ist interessant," (Well, that’s interesting) He said aloud in German to nobody in particular.
And he quickly set about to brewing approximately six more batches of his “test” potion. After all, one needed to re-create one’s findings in order to prove their value.
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