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**Jesus Rodriguez** · 06-13-2017, 10:04 PM

Jesús watched the Whomping Willow with mild interest and caution. Casting the Ventus Jinx was risky, he knew that, however Jesús felt the risk was necessary. He felt that taking risks was an integral part of life and wouldn't apologize for doing things his own way (however offbeat it might be.) His hope was that the wind would only knock into the vials and icicles, but the tree seemed to have been a tad bit sensitive that night so he took a few steps back and continued to watch.

The thrashing was expected; in fact, he was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Was the tree being subdued by some enchantment? With the Ministry involved, he wouldn't put it past them. It seemed that casting the Cushioning Charm worked in his favor, and even though the Ventus Jinx had inadvertently caused a commotion, Jesús was relatively pleased with the results. Once the last vial dropped, Jesús made his way back to the workstation and large stone. He summoned the vials to him and set to investigate what was useful and what wasn't.

Not that he considered himself superstitious in any way (read: he was very, very superstitious,) but luck, apparently, was on his side that night. Keeping a straight-face, Jesús went to work. As it was nighttime, he knew that he would only be able to see so much with a lit wand, so he searched the workstation until he came upon a jar. Waving his wand, he produced some Bluebell Flames and placed them into the jar for a bigger light source. The tree would have to keep thrashing on its own (though every now and then, Jesús glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was nothing else around him) because the sixth year was preoccupied with putting the ingredients together. Sifting through the vials, Jesús tried his best to recall the exact measurements for each ingredient. He sorted them, placing them in their own individual piles so he would have better access to them.

He shuffled over to the scales and began weighing out each ingredient; as much as he didn't care for the subject, Jesús could at least take pride in remembering the basics. More or less. He wasn't ashamed of his lack of skill, he just did not appreciate being put on the spot (and for all of Hogwarts and Ilvermorny to see,) in the middle of the night, and in front of a violent, semi-sentient tree. The sixth year shook his head at that, pushed some hair out of his face, and continued to work. Efficiency was key, but Jesús knew that brewing potions did need an amount of carefulness and grace that he sometimes lacked.

After weighing out everything, Jesús placed the cauldron on the workstation. He pointed his wand at the cauldron and used the Scourging Charm to clean. There was no telling how long it had been sitting out or even how long it'd been since it was last cleaned. Without missing a beat, he cast the Aguamenti Spell to start filling the cauldron with water. He paused for a quick moment to think about whether or not he was supposed to toast certain ingredients. He was fairly certain that it was the dragonfly thoraxes that needed toasting, and opted to take a gamble on those. He gathered forty of them and toasted them quickly, before moving on to add the first batch of ingredients.

Carefully, Jesús added fairy wings, and then positioned the cauldron to begin heating it. He watched and waited, until the potion started changing color. Squinting, Jesús had a brief internal debate over whether or not the color was turquoise or another frilly shade of blue. Not wanting to continue wasting time, he took a leap of faith and proceeded to add three doxy eggs while heating the potion. Once it turned pink, he moved to place the toasted dragonfly thoraxes into the cauldron; he started adding them in individually until the potion turned red. If Jesús were in a better mood, he might have smiled at his success; but he wasn't (and knew that once he completed the challenge, his mood would pick up,) so he continued to concentrate on the task at hand.

Very quickly, Jesús once again scanned the area; he would chalk up his paranoia due to the eeriness that nighttime offered on Hogwarts' grounds. Turning his attention back to the cauldron, he heated the potion until it turned blue (this was one of the reasons why he disliked Potions, there were too many moving parts) and then added more of the toasted dragonfly thoraxes. It was honestly the most tedious subject to study. Jesús didn't even have the patience to cook properly, so potion brewing was just an affront to his unyielding nature. Still, and he wished he didn't have to, he kept at it. Eyes trained on the liquid inside the cauldron, Jesús watched the potion turn colors again. Once it turned silver, Jesús heated the cauldron once again, and waited until the potion changed from silver to red.

Again, he wondered how anyone could love potion brewing, but he supposed that the world wouldn't be an interesting place if there weren't weird potion-loving-individuals around too. He was almost done, so, with that in mind, he found the drive to push through. Jesús carefully placed the remaining nine doxy eggs into the potion before adding the dragonfly thoraxes that weren't toasted (ten of them, to be exact.) He heated the potion, again, and watched with extreme disinterest, for the liquid to change colors. When it turned blue, he moved to grab the flying seahorses and added three of them into the cauldron. Heating the potion (for the last time, thankfully,) Jesús stood-by and bounced on his heels for a little bit while the potion turned green. Finally. If the final color change hadn't indicated that the potion was complete, the foul stench did. He made a face and wrinkled his nose; he needed to bottle it quickly and move away. Searching the workstation again, he looked around for a clean, empty vial. After finding one, he poured the potion into it and sealed it. Great. Jesús held the vial in his hand and then it hit him that he didn't actually know what to do next.

Groaning loudly (and dramatically at that, he was getting so tired of them,) he plucked the note out of his pocket and read over it again. What was he supposed to do with the potion? And what did brewing it have to do with some passageway in the Whomping Willow? The questions continued to plague him, until he decided to turn and face the tree again. They'd made it painfully obvious that he was supposed to come into contact (there was no way to avoid it really) with the tree again and it suddenly dawned on him that they probably wanted him to drink the potion too. Jesús grimaced at that. Inhaling deeply, the sixth year made his way back towards the tree (not by choice, obviously, his hand was being forced and he did not like it.) He stopped midway, pulled out the potion and drank it. It was ironic that he brewed a potion for endurance, considering the sort of situation he was currently in.

Just as foul as it smelled, it tasted even worse. Jesús managed to down it all, and then made to move closer to the tree. The thrashing was going to prove difficult to deal with, especially with all the icicles that were still attached to the branches up ahead. Again, he was stuck, debating what to do and how to approach the passageway (wherever it actually was) in the safest way possible. He hoped that even if he got hit, the potion would do its job and allow him to continue moving.

06-13-2017, 10:04 PM	#6 (permalink)
Jesus Rodriguez Thunderbird Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jesús Rodríguez Sixth Year	Jesús watched the Whomping Willow with mild interest and caution. Casting the Ventus Jinx was risky, he knew that, however Jesús felt the risk was necessary. He felt that taking risks was an integral part of life and wouldn't apologize for doing things his own way (however offbeat it might be.) His hope was that the wind would only knock into the vials and icicles, but the tree seemed to have been a tad bit sensitive that night so he took a few steps back and continued to watch. The thrashing was expected; in fact, he was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Was the tree being subdued by some enchantment? With the Ministry involved, he wouldn't put it past them. It seemed that casting the Cushioning Charm worked in his favor, and even though the Ventus Jinx had inadvertently caused a commotion, Jesús was relatively pleased with the results. Once the last vial dropped, Jesús made his way back to the workstation and large stone. He summoned the vials to him and set to investigate what was useful and what wasn't. Not that he considered himself superstitious in any way (read: he was very, very superstitious,) but luck, apparently, was on his side that night. Keeping a straight-face, Jesús went to work. As it was nighttime, he knew that he would only be able to see so much with a lit wand, so he searched the workstation until he came upon a jar. Waving his wand, he produced some Bluebell Flames and placed them into the jar for a bigger light source. The tree would have to keep thrashing on its own (though every now and then, Jesús glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was nothing else around him) because the sixth year was preoccupied with putting the ingredients together. Sifting through the vials, Jesús tried his best to recall the exact measurements for each ingredient. He sorted them, placing them in their own individual piles so he would have better access to them. He shuffled over to the scales and began weighing out each ingredient; as much as he didn't care for the subject, Jesús could at least take pride in remembering the basics. More or less. He wasn't ashamed of his lack of skill, he just did not appreciate being put on the spot (and for all of Hogwarts and Ilvermorny to see,) in the middle of the night, and in front of a violent, semi-sentient tree. The sixth year shook his head at that, pushed some hair out of his face, and continued to work. Efficiency was key, but Jesús knew that brewing potions did need an amount of carefulness and grace that he sometimes lacked. After weighing out everything, Jesús placed the cauldron on the workstation. He pointed his wand at the cauldron and used the Scourging Charm to clean. There was no telling how long it had been sitting out or even how long it'd been since it was last cleaned. Without missing a beat, he cast the Aguamenti Spell to start filling the cauldron with water. He paused for a quick moment to think about whether or not he was supposed to toast certain ingredients. He was fairly certain that it was the dragonfly thoraxes that needed toasting, and opted to take a gamble on those. He gathered forty of them and toasted them quickly, before moving on to add the first batch of ingredients. Carefully, Jesús added fairy wings, and then positioned the cauldron to begin heating it. He watched and waited, until the potion started changing color. Squinting, Jesús had a brief internal debate over whether or not the color was turquoise or another frilly shade of blue. Not wanting to continue wasting time, he took a leap of faith and proceeded to add three doxy eggs while heating the potion. Once it turned pink, he moved to place the toasted dragonfly thoraxes into the cauldron; he started adding them in individually until the potion turned red. If Jesús were in a better mood, he might have smiled at his success; but he wasn't (and knew that once he completed the challenge, his mood would pick up,) so he continued to concentrate on the task at hand. Very quickly, Jesús once again scanned the area; he would chalk up his paranoia due to the eeriness that nighttime offered on Hogwarts' grounds. Turning his attention back to the cauldron, he heated the potion until it turned blue (this was one of the reasons why he disliked Potions, there were too many moving parts) and then added more of the toasted dragonfly thoraxes. It was honestly the most tedious subject to study. Jesús didn't even have the patience to cook properly, so potion brewing was just an affront to his unyielding nature. Still, and he wished he didn't have to, he kept at it. Eyes trained on the liquid inside the cauldron, Jesús watched the potion turn colors again. Once it turned silver, Jesús heated the cauldron once again, and waited until the potion changed from silver to red. Again, he wondered how anyone could love potion brewing, but he supposed that the world wouldn't be an interesting place if there weren't weird potion-loving-individuals around too. He was almost done, so, with that in mind, he found the drive to push through. Jesús carefully placed the remaining nine doxy eggs into the potion before adding the dragonfly thoraxes that weren't toasted (ten of them, to be exact.) He heated the potion, again, and watched with extreme disinterest, for the liquid to change colors. When it turned blue, he moved to grab the flying seahorses and added three of them into the cauldron. Heating the potion (for the last time, thankfully,) Jesús stood-by and bounced on his heels for a little bit while the potion turned green. Finally. If the final color change hadn't indicated that the potion was complete, the foul stench did. He made a face and wrinkled his nose; he needed to bottle it quickly and move away. Searching the workstation again, he looked around for a clean, empty vial. After finding one, he poured the potion into it and sealed it. Great. Jesús held the vial in his hand and then it hit him that he didn't actually know what to do next. Groaning loudly (and dramatically at that, he was getting so tired of them,) he plucked the note out of his pocket and read over it again. What was he supposed to do with the potion? And what did brewing it have to do with some passageway in the Whomping Willow? The questions continued to plague him, until he decided to turn and face the tree again. They'd made it painfully obvious that he was supposed to come into contact (there was no way to avoid it really) with the tree again and it suddenly dawned on him that they probably wanted him to drink the potion too. Jesús grimaced at that. Inhaling deeply, the sixth year made his way back towards the tree (not by choice, obviously, his hand was being forced and he did not like it.) He stopped midway, pulled out the potion and drank it. It was ironic that he brewed a potion for endurance, considering the sort of situation he was currently in. Just as foul as it smelled, it tasted even worse. Jesús managed to down it all, and then made to move closer to the tree. The thrashing was going to prove difficult to deal with, especially with all the icicles that were still attached to the branches up ahead. Again, he was stuck, debating what to do and how to approach the passageway (wherever it actually was) in the safest way possible. He hoped that even if he got hit, the potion would do its job and allow him to continue moving. __________________ Coming soon.