Now levitating the cauldron was much smarter and thus Lisa stared at Claudine in awe as she did that. She’d approach her with the BIGGEST cruppy eyes after class and ask her all the questions.

Now in the dark room, she had to use the enlarging machine. She took her canera over to it and used the negative film. She was VERY careful to limit the amount of fingerprints she got on it so she held the negative by its edges (surely she would have made her cousin Cora happy and proud for doing that). She pressed the button on the machine and waited. As she waited, she bounced from foot to foot vibing to the jazzy Christmas music. Lisa wondered if they could make requests because if she could she’d def recommend a Mr.Bubbles next.

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi’s. Threeeeee Mississippi’s. Bust a move. Four Mississippi. And fiiiiiive..

The Christmas music was getting to her and she was feeling bolder so she asked. “Professor, can we make song requests too? Could you put on some Michael Bublé please? If you have it.”

AH that question bought her the right amount of time she needed. She wanted to wait an extra second JUST to be sure she hadn’t rushed it or been impatient which surely she knew she would. Lisa HATED waiting for something to be done. She much preferred to set herself up with multiple tasks. For instance, if she was doing laundry with Eomma, then she was also dancing around the room putting on an elaborate and emotional performance for only her trusty chameleon, Pascal, to witness.

Lisa picked up the photo paper by its edges before putting it down to rip off a piece of parchment from her notebook. She went back to her original workstation picked it up with her wand. She wanted no scratches on her photo… None at all and she figured transporting it on a piece of parchment would be far more suitable. “Spongify,” she said pointing her wand at the parchment making it softer and a better mode of transportation for her photo. Then she returned to her new work station in the dark room, gently fished out the photo paper by its edges, and placed it on the spongy, soft parchment paper.

She smiled to herself and then brought it over to her developing solution. Placing it in the solution, Lisa set a timer and then waited. As she waited, she did bop to the music again. And hum. She had heard Claudine’s question and was also rather curious about what the outcome could be.

And it was time! Lisa fished her photo out of the solution and then brought it over to a sink to rinse it. “Professor! Does the water have to be at a particular temperature when you rinse it?” she asked with a slight head tilt. She wondered if warmer temperatures made the ink bleed.