 Sassenach | RAVENPUFF | Sing me a song of a lass that is gone | bookDRAGON | #awkwardturtle<#
So there WAS usually this much effort? Hanna needed to step up her arm exercises. Doing some, anything, would be a start. "It really would. I mean, I've never heard of a spell or potion like that. Have you?" He'd know more about the spells that were invented. How were spells invented, anyway? These were the thoughts that got her through the grinding of the moths, because it was BORING.
"WHOA!" She yelped, jumping back from her spot. And removing her hand from her own bulb. He was RAVISHING his wand around, what was he about to do? Oh right. Stun them... well... that was one way to get it done. Hanna's mouth was hanging open, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets. It just happened so fast, she didn't even have time to observe what he was doing. "I... I... I di-didn't realise it would be so... b-bouncing," she admitted, sheepishly. Her face felt BOILING hot. She gulped a few times, trying to re-moisturise her throat. That had been an ordeal. Looking back at her parchment, she underscored the part about stunning them. BEFORE even trying to handle them, not merely just before preparing them. Well. "Er... s-sorry," she said. Oops. Yes, big oops.
After another few moments, she took the few steps back towards the desk. Her hands were feeling sweaty, so she wiped those down her robes as she peered over her cauldron and saw, in the midst of everything that had just happened, there were little bubbles. "Is yours like this too?" she asked.
Hanna peeled her bouncing bulb in the same way Professor Noble had. Soon enough, her bouncing bulb was removed of its skin. She put her peeler aside and got her silver knife, also brand new and unused until this very moment. She looked closely at how Professor Noble was chopping it, and then how Finn was, and tried to copy their actions as much as possible. Hanna appreciated Finn reiterating what Professor Noble had said, and she found herself more conscious of her finger position, holding the bulb.
"What's the motion of the ocean?" Hanna asked. Was it his mantra? A song? Was she being TERRIBLY nosy? She had a pile of chopped bulb, which she weighed to exactly 100g, and kept it aside. Not going to add it.
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