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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Simone Wild
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It was a good thing that she was focused almost entirely on her own potion, now that it had been verified that nobody was killing the moths just for the potion. Stasya still was rationalizing that part, just so she didn’t feel like she had to protest and probably deal with the professor watching her even more intently than he had been before now. The attention was making her uncomfortable, and she felt almost guilty when people had seemed to be getting hurt right and left elsewhere in the classroom and definitely taking the attention off of her. Even all the people cutting themselves wasn’t as bad as what happened to Ronan, seeing as she’d heard the crack of his head hitting the floor just as much as everyone else had. She just wasn’t going to look. She didn’t want to see whatever was happening.
Instead, she’d carefully added her moth flour, since that was totally what she was thinking of it as, to her cauldron as instructed, scourgifying her stirrer before using it to stir her potion. Counting the stirs silently in her head as she finished each clockwise circle. One…two…three… She checked the potion. Not green yet, but the color definitely looked different. Four…Hmm Now it looked almost grass green. Grass could be a lot of different green colors anyway. Grass here at Hogwarts looked different than grass at home in Cornwall, and that grass looked different than the grass at her grandparents’ house in Iceland, and that looked different than grass in Yakutsk. At least, she thought it would.
Therefore, she decided to keep going, and added her 100 grams of bouncing bulb to the potion and stirred again until it was mixed in before taking her stirrer out to let the potion simmer. Setting her timer for 30 minutes just to make sure she didn’t make the professor think she wasn’t paying attention again. Or that she was protesting. No, she was just thinking about how she wanted to carve her pumpkin, and she’d begun carefully using her wand to cut out little eyes and a long thin tongue by the time the healer had arrived. A pumpkin puffskein. The shape was kind of accurate, anyway, although she’d moved on to trying to see if he could carve out little fur shapes just to make it better by the time the timer went off and they were moving on. She wasn’t ignoring the questions. She was pondering them silently.
She hadn’t needed the reminder that foxglove was poisonous, either. She was going to wear her gloves for this part, and maybe still make sure to wash her hands afterward. Going up to the plants, she plucked a couple of medium sized flowers and returned to her seat, keeping her eyes on her pumpkin puffskein while she pulled the petals off the flowers gently and piled them onto her scale to make sure it was 4 grams. She’d survived the moths, so she wasn’t going to let flower petals hurt her. Picking each one off the scale, she crushed them like had been demonstrated before using her knife to chop them up like herbs. Really dangerous herbs, and she wasn’t entirely sure that the potion was going to be safe even if he’d said they were only poisonous if they were eaten by themselves. She still added the chopped petals to her potion, stirring it again until it looked kind of like eggplant in color. That was dark purple anyway, so she quickly went over to wash her hands just in case the gloves hadn’t protected her completely.
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