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Carsyn was totally not distracted. She was totally not thinking about the fact that OWL examinations would be just a few short months away. She was also not thinking about the ominous C and O doodles on a certain Hufflepuff's parchment. It didn't mean anything, right? The C could have referred to any number of students here. Of course Carsyn had no idea if he was / had snogged anyone else. She also knew Hufflepuffs were nothing if not the most loyal of all the students. But Orion wasn't a normal Hufflepuff, was he?
Soothe and relax. It was almost as if Professor Noble knew that by this point in the term tensions were high. What helped her most was baking and really nothing to do with ingredients, but that wasn't what the question was about, so instead the fifth year just sat quietly, listening.
Until the time came to start the potion, to which the Gryffindor Prefect methodically poured the flobberworm mucus into her beaker, measuring our 70 milliliters and adding it to her cauldron, adding a low flame. While that was heating up, she cut herself three heads of lavender flowers with some stalk and plucked four leaves from the chamomile plant. She wasn't sure about flobberworm mucus but suddenly she had the craving for a bath soak with lavender salts.
Taking her silver knife, once back at her seat, she finely chopped the chamomile leaves, feeling as if it was oddly resembling tea leaves which was ... soothing. Yes, preparation was almost more relaxing than the actual ingredients themselves. Taking a tablespoon, she packed the chopped leaves onto it and then sprinkled them into her cauldron onto her mucus. Time set for five minutes, she took her three lavender heads and had to smile at the next task - braiding the stalks together was something she could manage. It was just like braiding hair, which having a sister and cousins and all sorts of females in her life was something she could do with her eyes closed. If it didn't put the flower heads at risk for being damaged. Braided stalk accomplished and with that she dropped the whole thing into the cauldron, with a satisfying plunk and waited.
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