Aymeric listened to the professors' respond to his mumbling. He thought about it for a moment. He disagreed. If there's a pest, Aymeric would prefer to get rid of it by trapping, than killing it. No need to kill an irritation if you can cause it go away. Of course his opinion did have its' flaws, but so did's the Professor. Since the professor is also a healer the Ravenclaw would of expected him to believe in his point of view. Oh well... never mind. Aymeric wasn't going to open a discussion about it. He was just waiting to leave the classroom already.

Brewing, oh dear. Aymeric wasn't fond of brewing. He never had a problem with adding ingredients or remembering the procedure, however the time. He had a problem with keeping up with the time. Since brewing was such an intense event he always forgot to keep an eye out for the time. Hopefully, today would be different.

The Ravenclaw bought all the needed ingredients to his work station, including distilled water since he couldn't conjure water from his wand, yet. He took a deep breathe, and put his protective eye-gear on - gloves and lab coat were worn. As much as he disliked the subject, Aymeric needed to prove to himself that he can brew a decent potion.

He casted 'Scourgify' upon the ingredients and the tolls. Aymeric took another deep nervous breathe and added 50 milliliters of distilled water to his brass cauldron. The Ravenclaw wasn't feeling too confident.

Aymeric decided to tend all his ingredients (cut and measure the needed ones) before beginning to brew. He didn't want to measure precisely 302 (how accurate!) milliliter of anything in the midst of a potion in-making. He cut after weighting 32 grams of Stargrass, measured 302 milliliters Boom Berry Juice and 23 drops of Essence of Dittany. Perfect!

Aymeric, being so nervous, ever so slightly accidentally cut himself, the thin leather gloves didn't help. Thankfully the cut didn't bleed, unfortunately blood was only visible on skin, but the young growing man didn't feel the cut. Hopefully, nothing will go wrong.

"Incindeo," he casted with ease and conjured fire beneath his cauldron. While waiting for the water to heat up, he checked that his bucket of fireseeds was still heated, fortunately it was as warm as the fireplace in the library. A small shudder went down his spine remembering what had happened at the library only an hour ago. It wasn't a major event but did effect his mood, and confidence yet again.

After the water boiled in medium heat. The third year added the 32 grams of finely cut Starrgrass (one piece was ever so slightly stained with his own blood, hopefully it wouldn't affect the final result). Immediately afterwards he added 302 milliliters of Boom Cherry Juice.

Aymeric took a glass stirrer from his workstation. He began stirring the liquid anti-clockwise. He eyed the clock, making sure he wouldn't miss the three minutes. While stirring a thought occurred in his head. If the school Healer was in the dungeons right now, who was at the Hospital Wing right now? Hmmm...