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Angie · 06-13-2017, 08:31 PM

The tree didn't slow down as he'd initially desired, of course, but it was something. Some vials had shattered but there were a good portion of them in the area that moved in slow motion. Focusing on the positives was important. Cushioning and softening charms or not, it would be best to clear off the tree's way, and Levi's retreat was quick. If stopping the tree altogether wasn't a possibility just yet, then it was time to brew--a considerably more relaxing activity than thinking of ways to bypass a sentient school relic.

Levi got behind the work station, craned his neck to one side and then the other, slowly, and summoned several vials from the area of the Willow that moved as if struggling against molasses. Potions was the type of magic that required precision and concentration; and his penchant for hyper-focusing was the reason why he excelled at it. He scourgified the workstation, the cauldron and his own gloved hands. With only a slight pinch of concern, Levi watched the vials untangle themselves from the branches, flying directly at the table. He cast a cushioning charm over the work station, quickly, to keep more vials from shattering on impact. Only one containing what appeared to be frozen ashwinder eggs did, a line of breakage appearing on the side, and the boy cast a quick reparo before setting it aside.

A dubious glance was sent at the potions tools that had come with the work station, and the boy sent them to levitate to the side before summoning his own. There was absolutely nothing wrong with school-provided kits, but Levi always felt more at ease with his own. He manually sharpened the blades, cleaned the entirety of his kit regularly and in truth, it felt a lot like the Irish scissors were his lucky charm. Cuts were just never as precise as they were when he used his own blades, really. While he waited for his kit to arrive, the boy examined the ingredients and went over in his head the potions he could brew with them, one that could be time-effective and useful. A pomegranate rolled over the table just then, and the boy stopped it right before it knocked over a vial of shrivelfig juice. He passed the fruit from hand to the other, as if juggling, smiled when he noted case of glitter had made its way to the table, too. Levi supposed that the invisibility potion from Professor Canterbury's class early on in the term could be a possibility; but it was unlikely that invisibility would fool the Whomping Willow or would prove to be beneficial to this particular task. He looked down at the pomegranate and made his decision.

He was not a violent person; he preferred to use his mind over his fists or and his wand. Despite the general assumption that Gryffindors were simply stupidly brave, impulsive, hot-headed, quick to anger individuals, Gryffindors could also think and calculate and scheme like the best of them. It was the beauty of being human, really; people were just not one thing or another. The complexity of mankind was the ability to possess many qualities, both positive and negative and even those lay somewhere in between. It kept life from being boring, it made people human. And this Gryffindor was very much a human about to exercise a healthy dose of calculation and scheming with a slight dash of some signature Gryffindor bravery.

Levi caught the potions kit deftly with one hand when it came flying down from the castle, and set down the pomegranate. The boy scourgified his kit, just for good measure, before slicing down in the dragon heart and adding slice on top of slice to the scale until the two kilograms were acquired. He turned on the heat and used aguamenti on the measuring cups then poured the two liters inside the cauldron. Levi reached for the unicorn hair, and used his tweezers to add them one by one before turning the heat to high. "Wingardium Leviosa," He whispered at the dragon heart he'd sliced and levitated the exact two kilograms right into the cauldron.

As he waited for the concoction to boil as needed, the sixth year used the phials of re'em blood and tilted them in the measuring cup until it filled to the line that marked the one cup measurement. Noting that the concoction had reached what appeared to be its boiling point, Levi added in the pomegranate and turned the heater down to medium. He had approximately five minutes before the blood needed to be added, so he took out his pocket watch and set the timer. The boy looked for a bowl and let the re'em blood to stream into it; then he added the needed salamander's blood to it. He stirred them in together five times clockwise and five times counter-clockwise. Levi uncapped a vial with two griffin claws; he took one, set the remaining one aside, and began to crush the claw with pestle and mortar.

The timer went off at the five minute mark, and the boy slowly poured in the blood mixture. When the last drop was inside the cauldron, he quickly set down the bowl and added the powdered griffin claw. He set the timer again, this time for ten minutes, and began to clean up the station as he considered his next move. Only the snake fangs were left and after that--what? Drink the potion, he supposed. Then figure out a way that wasn't quite so primitive to get through the Willow. Though he had the sinking feeling that in the end, he would have to come to blows with the tree, so provided the potion worked as needed, he'd at least be ready for it.

Levi cleaned the measuring cups and his potions kit with his wand and slid everything back into the onyx vinyl case his parents had gotten him two Christmas prior. He tapped it with his wand and minimized it enough for it to fit inside one of his pockets, then tucked it in at the same time the timer went off. The sixth year added in one snake fang, put the fire out, then added the other one before stirring the bright yellow concoction one time, counter-clockwise. And after pocketing his watch, he was all done.

The Strength Potion didn't look particularly appealing to drink but he had very little choice in the matter. The bright yellow color reminded him of raw eggs, a fact the boy thought unfortunate, as he streamed some of it into the cup. He eyed it, the distaste on his face clear, and drank the hot liquid in one go. It burnt as it went down, and he shut his eyes as the metal taste of it clung inside. Levi took the after-taste as a good sign, and flicked his wand lazily on the workstation to make room for himself. He sat down, blinking rapidly, and waited, looking at the Willow through narrowed eyes. A few minutes to let the efficacy of the strength potion to settle in were needed, and he intended to use them to plan.

06-13-2017, 08:31 PM	#6 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! The tree didn't slow down as he'd initially desired, of course, but it was something. Some vials had shattered but there were a good portion of them in the area that moved in slow motion. Focusing on the positives was important. Cushioning and softening charms or not, it would be best to clear off the tree's way, and Levi's retreat was quick. If stopping the tree altogether wasn't a possibility just yet, then it was time to brew--a considerably more relaxing activity than thinking of ways to bypass a sentient school relic. Levi got behind the work station, craned his neck to one side and then the other, slowly, and summoned several vials from the area of the Willow that moved as if struggling against molasses. Potions was the type of magic that required precision and concentration; and his penchant for hyper-focusing was the reason why he excelled at it. He scourgified the workstation, the cauldron and his own gloved hands. With only a slight pinch of concern, Levi watched the vials untangle themselves from the branches, flying directly at the table. He cast a cushioning charm over the work station, quickly, to keep more vials from shattering on impact. Only one containing what appeared to be frozen ashwinder eggs did, a line of breakage appearing on the side, and the boy cast a quick reparo before setting it aside. A dubious glance was sent at the potions tools that had come with the work station, and the boy sent them to levitate to the side before summoning his own. There was absolutely nothing wrong with school-provided kits, but Levi always felt more at ease with his own. He manually sharpened the blades, cleaned the entirety of his kit regularly and in truth, it felt a lot like the Irish scissors were his lucky charm. Cuts were just never as precise as they were when he used his own blades, really. While he waited for his kit to arrive, the boy examined the ingredients and went over in his head the potions he could brew with them, one that could be time-effective and useful. A pomegranate rolled over the table just then, and the boy stopped it right before it knocked over a vial of shrivelfig juice. He passed the fruit from hand to the other, as if juggling, smiled when he noted case of glitter had made its way to the table, too. Levi supposed that the invisibility potion from Professor Canterbury's class early on in the term could be a possibility; but it was unlikely that invisibility would fool the Whomping Willow or would prove to be beneficial to this particular task. He looked down at the pomegranate and made his decision. He was not a violent person; he preferred to use his mind over his fists or and his wand. Despite the general assumption that Gryffindors were simply stupidly brave, impulsive, hot-headed, quick to anger individuals, Gryffindors could also think and calculate and scheme like the best of them. It was the beauty of being human, really; people were just not one thing or another. The complexity of mankind was the ability to possess many qualities, both positive and negative and even those lay somewhere in between. It kept life from being boring, it made people human. And this Gryffindor was very much a human about to exercise a healthy dose of calculation and scheming with a slight dash of some signature Gryffindor bravery. Levi caught the potions kit deftly with one hand when it came flying down from the castle, and set down the pomegranate. The boy scourgified his kit, just for good measure, before slicing down in the dragon heart and adding slice on top of slice to the scale until the two kilograms were acquired. He turned on the heat and used aguamenti on the measuring cups then poured the two liters inside the cauldron. Levi reached for the unicorn hair, and used his tweezers to add them one by one before turning the heat to high. *"Wingardium Leviosa,"* He whispered at the dragon heart he'd sliced and levitated the exact two kilograms right into the cauldron. As he waited for the concoction to boil as needed, the sixth year used the phials of re'em blood and tilted them in the measuring cup until it filled to the line that marked the one cup measurement. Noting that the concoction had reached what appeared to be its boiling point, Levi added in the pomegranate and turned the heater down to medium. He had approximately five minutes before the blood needed to be added, so he took out his pocket watch and set the timer. The boy looked for a bowl and let the re'em blood to stream into it; then he added the needed salamander's blood to it. He stirred them in together five times clockwise and five times counter-clockwise. Levi uncapped a vial with two griffin claws; he took one, set the remaining one aside, and began to crush the claw with pestle and mortar. The timer went off at the five minute mark, and the boy slowly poured in the blood mixture. When the last drop was inside the cauldron, he quickly set down the bowl and added the powdered griffin claw. He set the timer again, this time for ten minutes, and began to clean up the station as he considered his next move. Only the snake fangs were left and after that--what? Drink the potion, he supposed. Then figure out a way that wasn't quite so primitive to get through the Willow. Though he had the sinking feeling that in the end, he would have to come to blows with the tree, so provided the potion worked as needed, he'd at least be ready for it. Levi cleaned the measuring cups and his potions kit with his wand and slid everything back into the onyx vinyl case his parents had gotten him two Christmas prior. He tapped it with his wand and minimized it enough for it to fit inside one of his pockets, then tucked it in at the same time the timer went off. The sixth year added in one snake fang, put the fire out, then added the other one before stirring the bright yellow concoction one time, counter-clockwise. And after pocketing his watch, he was all done. The Strength Potion didn't look particularly appealing to drink but he had very little choice in the matter. The bright yellow color reminded him of raw eggs, a fact the boy thought unfortunate, as he streamed some of it into the cup. He eyed it, the distaste on his face clear, and drank the hot liquid in one go. It burnt as it went down, and he shut his eyes as the metal taste of it clung inside. Levi took the after-taste as a good sign, and flicked his wand lazily on the workstation to make room for himself. He sat down, blinking rapidly, and waited, looking at the Willow through narrowed eyes. A few minutes to let the efficacy of the strength potion to settle in were needed, and he intended to use them to plan. __________________