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MadMadamMalfoy · 03-11-2020, 04:29 AM

Text Cut: Earlier steps

Whoa, that was...a lot to take in! Heath was furiously taking notes, barely able to write fast enough to keep up with the new information. When Professor Noble stopped talking, Heath turned his attention to his chamomile leaves and picked up his silver knife. He bundled the leaves up and tried to chop them up exactly the way Professor Noble demonstrated, but it was a bit harder than it looked. Was he getting the rocking motion right? When he had a pile of finely chopped chamomile, he measured out one tablespoon, packing it as tightly as possible, and sprinkled the contents over the flobberworm mucus.

He set his timer for five minutes, and now came the hard part: braiding the lavender stalks. Heath had seen his mum and sister braid hair; he’d even seen his granny braid bread dough once, but he’d never tried braiding anything himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If he could build an accurate model of the Millennium Falcon, surely he could do this, right? He lined up the three lavender heads, handling them as delicately as he would the pieces of one of his models, and tried bringing the left piece over the middle, then the right over the middle, just like the professor said. He got that part; the problem was that the middle piece kept slipping out!

After several more tries with the same result, Heath sighed in frustration. At this rate, the timer was going to go off before he got the braid done! He was ready to give up, but he kept at it, if only to avoid trouble. Finally, he got the middle stalk to stay in place long enough to start the braid, thank Merlin! Once he had that, the rest of the braid was fairly easy. When he got to the end, he used one of the stalks to tie a knot, fumbling slightly. The timer went off just as he finished tying. He carefully dropped the braid into his cauldron and stirred clockwise once… and twice.

03-11-2020, 04:29 AM	#57 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,115 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	*catches up* Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Text Cut: Earlier steps Heath nodded, smiling slightly when Charlie asked to sit with him, but there wasn’t time to give a proper reply. The lesson was moving on, and before he knew it, they were already starting the brewing. He took a deep breath, remembering the advice his brother and sister gave him about potions class. Pay attention, take good notes, and follow the instructions to the letter. Okay, he could do this! If nothing else, at least it wasn’t frog dissection again. Heath listened carefully to Professor Noble’s directions, jotting down the first steps in his notes. He looked at his cauldron and supplies arranged neatly in front of him. They looked pretty clean already, but he was going to give them a quick cleaning anyway. Better safe than sorry, right? Even a little bit of residue could mess up his potion, and having Noble vanish his work in front of everyone was the last thing he wanted! Once he was satisfied that his equipment was spotless, he put his cauldron on low heat and measured out 70 ml of flobberworm mucus, double and triple checking to make sure he had the measurement exact before adding it to his cauldron. When that was done, Heath got up and made his way to the front of the room to get his lavender heads and chamomile leaves. He opted for scissors instead of his wand, as he wasn’t exactly the best at spells (especially in front of a classroom full of people). Knowing him, he’d probably panic and accidentally set the plants on fire or something! He carefully cut three heads of lavender, leaving five inches of stalk as instructed. He wondered why they needed so much stalk, but he supposed he’d find out soon enough. He then turned his attention to the chamomile, eyeing the plant for the perfect size leaves. Once he had cut four good sized leaves, he returned to his seat just in time to hear the next set of instructions. Whoa, that was...a lot to take in! Heath was furiously taking notes, barely able to write fast enough to keep up with the new information. When Professor Noble stopped talking, Heath turned his attention to his chamomile leaves and picked up his silver knife. He bundled the leaves up and tried to chop them up exactly the way Professor Noble demonstrated, but it was a bit harder than it looked. Was he getting the rocking motion right? When he had a pile of finely chopped chamomile, he measured out one tablespoon, packing it as tightly as possible, and sprinkled the contents over the flobberworm mucus. He set his timer for five minutes, and now came the hard part: braiding the lavender stalks. Heath had seen his mum and sister braid hair; he’d even seen his granny braid bread dough once, but he’d never tried braiding anything himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If he could build an accurate model of the Millennium Falcon, surely he could do this, right? He lined up the three lavender heads, handling them as delicately as he would the pieces of one of his models, and tried bringing the left piece over the middle, then the right over the middle, just like the professor said. He got that part; the problem was that the middle piece kept slipping out! After several more tries with the same result, Heath sighed in frustration. At this rate, the timer was going to go off before he got the braid done! He was ready to give up, but he kept at it, if only to avoid trouble. Finally, he got the middle stalk to stay in place long enough to start the braid, thank Merlin! Once he had that, the rest of the braid was fairly easy. When he got to the end, he used one of the stalks to tie a knot, fumbling slightly. The timer went off just as he finished tying. He carefully dropped the braid into his cauldron and stirred clockwise once… and twice. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...