 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash privately wondered if any of the students were going to try brewing liquid luck themselves... she wouldn't put it past some of them for the idea, and she knew a few potions students who could probably actually do it right. She doubted she could do that, and besides... she was strongly opposed to the use of the potion. She opened her textbook to the proper page and got started.
She began with the Ashwinder egg(thinking about Ion's ashwinder tattoo, a tattoo he'd gotten for her). She added the horseradish too, then heated it for almost exactly 5 minutes. She always tried to be precise... potions were not her main interest, and she didn't know how much difference a few seconds would make. She prepared the squill bulb juice, added and stirred, wondering aloud about what a squill bulb was.
Ash thought murtlaps were very fascinating, but she also thought their anemone growths were kind of gross to look at or touch and she tried her best to hurry up with the cutting. Only her hands were sort of unsteady, and she had to start all over, slower this time. She added it to the mixture and heated. She added the thyme and stirred at what she thought was an appropriate speed. She added the ground occamy eggshells... stirred... heated for ten minutes... added the rue... stirred vigorously... and this was where she encountered a problem. She couldn't stir vigorously for that long. After the second minute, her arm started tiring and she just couldn't do it. She raised her hand, frustrated. "Professor... I can't stir like this for this long. Is there a magical way to do it, or...?" Because her arm was NOT cooperating. |