 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Uhhhhhh, man. Were they moving fast or was it just her? Bernie could feel a little sweat beading up under her goggles, and was tempted to touch them and wipe her brow, but then she remembered she had gloves on, and how cross-contamination was a real thing, and that she'd already touched the frog a little with these gloves on, and so if she touched her head now, she'd get frog juice (possibly) in her hair, and she didn't want THAT to happen, so, whew, she'd better just take a breath and cool down. She had nothing to be nervous about; they were just doing simple S U R G E R Y on a F R O G G Y, that was all!
"Wheeeeeeeeeeweeeeee," the second year murmured to herself, taking her wand out and getting ready to tap it on the frog, "Con-ser-vay-con-dee-o!" She watched with a slightly horrified expression as the frog seemed to relax onto its back, its legs all splayed out horribly.
She gulped and looked up, where the professor was already pinning this and that in place. Bernie flipped her frog over with a big SPLAT and winced at the sound. She was NOT going to make it to NEWT-level Potions, she could tell this already. Were Potions really that important for Auror training anyway? She debated the merits of pursuing this course as she found the frog's bum and then began cut-cutting away at it.
Ewwwwhuuhuhuhuuu. This was weirdly like spatchcocking a chicken even though she had never done that either.
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