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The thing with having overcooked spaghetti arms was that when it came to mortar and pestle work...things took a lot longer than they should. Atlas had considered trying to enchant the pieces to do it for him, because that would be much more time efficient, but he should try on feathers and pillows first before starting on hard solid objects. He was getting there though, he sort of had...a paste going on and slowly but surely there was liquid oozing out. Just not...quite enough to fill the requirements. But another couple of minutes later and he was FINALLY able to suck up enough in his eyedropper for those precious three drops.

...though one glance at the clock made him wonder why he was even bothering because there was no way he was going to get this finished before time was called, let alone use it.

Signing, Atlas started the dripping process one...two...uh...that looked like maybe only half a drop on the third...so...one more...yes. Perfect. Grabbing his billywig stingers, the Gryffindor plopped them into his cauldron and then stirred counterclockwise three times. The liquid during a dark purply color which he assumed was what burgundy looked like. Colors weren't really his thing either.

Wand out and swooshing around in the air above his cauldron, Atlas cleared his throat before speaking the incantation. "Agitatum!"

His brew did swirl around a bit and, at first, he thought he had actually done it correctly...until it was obvious that he had not. The swirling of his concoction formed a sort of tornado in his cauldron and then there was a loud burping noise that accompanied a thick POOF of dark DARK purple smoke that then coated his face as though he had just shoved his face in a pile of deep dark purple ash.
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