07-29-2017, 07:22 PM
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  DoMVeela
Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira
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Nerissa M. Tate
Sixth Year
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Originally Posted by lemon  No, he was definitely not joking. But his hair had grown enough since Genny first trimmed off the burnt bits; Nicholas was no longer sporting the crazy fringed look. "That's what I was going for, anyway. I like to live life on... err..... the wild side."
This morning, he'd even put cinnamon in his oats. So wild.
Now, he COULD have helped Levi clean their materials, but the older boy was far better at it. Nicky preferred to just watch. It was wonderful, really, to work with someone so tidy and sure. He'd not often had that privilege, seeing as he figuratively brought little to the table— and literally, in this case. Kenning had gathered all the ingredients, too.
"Right. Texture. So I should try to add things as well?" Recipes weren't exactly set in stone, he knew, yet never before had he attempted to deviate from one. His Gryffindor companion, on the other hand, was no stranger to that. Perhaps today was his time to start.
With more motivation than usual, Nicholas went to go collect his own additives. He was a badger! He could find stuff (maybe)! Levi could not help but to turn to look at Nicholas Tate, in question. He surveyed the younger boy from head to toe, trying to do his best at being sneaky about the way in which he surveyed him from head to toe. If true, whatever wildness the Hufflepuff claimed to possess--or that would have rubbed off on him by his trips to the wild side, surely--was not easily spotted. "Really." He didn't sound dubious, though he could not help but to struggle against his eyebrows' need to shoot up. Gestures did speak louder than words, sometimes. "What's the wildest thing you've done, then?"
Grabbing a measuring cup, Levi pointed his wand at it and let a weak stream of aguamenti flow out. "I don't see why you wouldn't." He stopped the flow, watched him head over to fetch ingredients of his own. "What other effects are you looking for it to have? I brought over tulsi because it's meant to be relaxing." Confounding concoctions were unpredictable; it could make the drinker anxious and out of sorts, which could lead to violence. It was best to leave them confused but also perfectly at ease, if such a thing could even be achieved anyway.
He stopped the flow. and bent down low enough to be at eye level with the measuring cup. That looked like 500 millimeters to him. Or was it a little over the red line?
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