Having grabbed his tray and then settled back into his station and with the brewing portion underway, Evan set straight to work, placing his ashwinder egg very carefully at the bottom of his cleaned cauldron. Reaching for his measuring spoons, he carefully scooped out four tablespoons of the horse radish - his nose crinkled as he did so, loathing the smell of it. Once both items were in, he used incendio to start a flame underneath, adjusting the temperature to ensure the lowest setting he could get. He then reached into his bag, pulling out his timer and setting it for 5 minutes, so he could then multi task and get to work on his squill bulb.

The juicing was... not his favorite part of the process, but not nearly as much so as staring at the words for the next instruction - stir vigorously. Evan wasn't sure exactly what that meant but... he'd figure it out, he supposed. One a teaspoon was reached of the juice, there was only a few more seconds left to wait before his timer went off and he was able to extinguish the flame and to add it in. The stirring part he still wasn't sure what speed he needed to do it at, but he settled for something fairly fast paced and going clockwise. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to do this for either, so he did it for about a minute before turning to his murtlap anemone.

Slicing it didn't take too long, before Evan was then able to add it all into his mixture. Another two minutes onto the timer, a new low flame, and he was able to do some more prepwork by grinding the occamy shells while he waited. The grinding was surprisingly more exhausting than he'd thought it would be, maybe after already stirring (which he was not looking forward to doing that again) but he was able to have it finished by the time the last 2 minutes were up. Adding his dash of tincture of thyme, the occamy shells set aside, Evan set to work stirring slowly for a minute - this time watching his time telling tattoo on the inside of his wrist instead of his timer. Another minute gone by, and he was ready to add in his ground shells, which he proceeded to do so.

He stirred counter clockwise 5 times, continuing the slow pace from before, before then turning up the heat and adding another 10 minutes to his timer. This was the boring one, in which there wasn't much prep work to do. Ev took a small look around the room at his peers and their progress, before deciding to read more about the potion in his textbook while he waited. He'd nearly finished up the information, a few notes made inside the book margins, when his timer went off and he reached for the common rue to add in a sprinkle.

Now... the dreaded part. Trying to find his pace from the first minute of stirring, Evan set to work on the potion - movements going clockwise as he once again stared at his wrist to watch the time. He decided to distract himself from the odious task at hand by counting the rotations of his arm - which he did so in his head as he watched the seconds tick by.

By the time five minutes had been reached, he was definitely feeling sore and gratefully put down his arm after setting the temperature even higher and another 5 minutes to his timer. His waiting time was spent this go by slowly stretching out his arm, kneading at the muscles there for a moment to relieve. Again, another look around the room at his classmates and their various stages, before he focused again on stretching. The last 5 minutes was up, and Evan grabbed his wand in order to finish the instructions. A figure eight over the cauldron, and a clear Felixampra! and he was done. Staring into the cauldron he.. thought it looked gold ish? Not nearly as pretty as what the completed would look like but... well enough.