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Felixir · 01-13-2018, 01:45 AM

One day very, very soon, Abra was going to go through all of the ingredients in his potions kit and relabel them with little symbols or drawings according to the contents of each vial, so that he no longer had to deal with these cursed labels in cursed cursive. After far too long, he finally located the vial that contained dried flitterby moths, by which time it would have been easier to just swallow his pride and ask to borrow some from Junia's supply.

Looking around the room, Abra saw instantly that the main thing he had achieved in his endeavour was falling further behind, and he immediately cursed his own stubbornness. His frustrations - having already been at a sort of simmering point for the last few minutes - mounted exponentially, and so he was perhaps a little more heavy-handed than he needed to be once he had the moths in the mortar and the pestle in his left hand.

What Abra lacked in physical strength, he made up for in EMOTION, and that was what helped him grind the moths down into a powder as quickly as he did. It reached a point where the powder was at a consistency that it was probably just about acceptable for the potion, but Abra continued, not wanting to give up his outlet just yet.

Then, a clatter, a thud, a sickly crack.

Instinctively Abra turned around to look for the source, realising practically in the same moment that this was a very, very bad idea. His eyes quickly found an older Gryffindor - he couldn't remember his name - lying there on the floor. Also, blood.

Abra didn't have a particular issue with blood, but he did have a (very well-documented) (number of) issue(s) with other things.

At the sight of the older boy on the floor and the situation he was in, Abra froze, dropping his mortar and pestle and spilling its contents, and went very pale. He didn't burst into tears, which might have happened in the past, but actually also he did nothing at all. Didn't move, didn't speak, didn't breathe.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,158 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight One day very, very soon, Abra was going to go through all of the ingredients in his potions kit and relabel them with little symbols or drawings according to the contents of each vial, so that he no longer had to deal with these cursed labels in cursed cursive. After far too long, he finally located the vial that contained dried flitterby moths, by which time it would have been easier to just swallow his pride and ask to borrow some from Junia's supply. Looking around the room, Abra saw instantly that the main thing he had achieved in his endeavour was falling further behind, and he immediately cursed his own stubbornness. His frustrations - having already been at a sort of simmering point for the last few minutes - mounted exponentially, and so he was perhaps a little more heavy-handed than he needed to be once he had the moths in the mortar and the pestle in his left hand. What Abra lacked in physical strength, he made up for in EMOTION, and that was what helped him grind the moths down into a powder as quickly as he did. It reached a point where the powder was at a consistency that it was probably just about acceptable for the potion, but Abra continued, not wanting to give up his outlet just yet. Then, a clatter, a thud, a sickly crack. Instinctively Abra turned around to look for the source, realising practically in the same moment that this was a very, very bad idea. His eyes quickly found an older Gryffindor - he couldn't remember his name - lying there on the floor. Also, blood. Abra didn't have a particular issue with blood, but he did have a (very well-documented) (number of) issue(s) with other things. At the sight of the older boy on the floor and the situation he was in, Abra froze, dropping his mortar and pestle and spilling its contents, and went very pale. He didn't burst into tears, which might have happened in the past, but actually also he did nothing at all. Didn't move, didn't speak, didn't breathe. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!