 Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna
Onto preparing moths. Like the moths in the beaker the professor was holding up. Got it. “Scourgify,” Cassie cast on her mortar and pestle to ensure its cleanliness before selecting three of the dried moths and set them inside. One collection of fine dried moth powder coming up. Crush…crush…crush. Crush…crush…crush. Crush…crush…crush. Then an inspection of the results in the bowl of the instrument. Yeah, not fine enough, not the way the man was emphasizing the need for more pounding and grinding of the bugs.
Crush…crush…crush…crush….crush…crush…crush.
Finally she figured she had done all she could with it and felt safe to move on to the next step. The bouncing bulb. Well maybe not the safest step. Cass headed to the front and approached the crate of the bulbs. “Stupefy” she cast, stunning it before returning to her seats to prepare what she needed. One hand peeling off the purple layer as the other retrieved her silver knife. “Scourgify,” she cast again cleaning it off before cutting into it. Chop…chop…chop. Chop…chop…chop. Chop…chop…chop. This was going the way of the grinding.
At least it wasn’t to be as small. When she was satisfied, she weighed it out. There…one hundred grams of bouncing bulb. And something else it seemed.
One sixth year down.
Uh oh.
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