03-07-2020, 05:40 PM
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Banshee
Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB Ah! There was so much to do already! Bernie always panicked a little in Potions class when they had about 5,000 steps to do and she felt like she didn't know all the steps and hadn't had the time to read through the recipe four times before beginning and hadn't asked at least eight unnecessary questions of the professor before starting and all of that.
She took a breath, though, reminding herself that she was nearly a big, bold thirteen-year-old, and that she could handle a few directions and a little dash of the unknown. She cleaned her cauldron first and then added precisely 70 mg of flobberworm mucus, which was disgusting but necessary, and set her cauldron to simmer. Feeling nervous, she headed for the front of the room to gather her chamomile leaves, but not before taking an obvious detour past Eiji Rasting's desk so that she could take a goooooood long look at his notes.
What? There was nothing to see here. Nothing weird about this idea. The boy was obviously related to some Potions god like Severus Snape or something. They exuded that creepy Slytherin superiority in subjects like this one, and she'd be stupid not to take advantage of her friend Becky's brilliant elder brother's notes.
Satisfied that she was doing everything properly so far, Bernie gathered F I V E fat chamomile leaves, since they'd be chopping them anyway, and three lavender flower heads with stalks that were at least five, maybe six inches in length. Once she was back to her station, she tried to rewrite her notes so that they resembled Eiji's, and then began dicing her chamomile with beautiful knife strokes. Easy peasy. Just like cooking, right? She dumped them into the cauldron and set her timer for five minutes.
The Gryffindor then braided her flower stalks like this was something she did every day; to be fair, she had made many a daisy chain when she'd been in primary school and they'd tried to make her do S P O R T S outside. It was a bit tricky to get the stalks tied at the end, but she finished that and waited for her timer to go off before she added those too.
THEN she stirred it all together, twice, going clockwise for both stirs.
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