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SPOILER!!: mini activity catch-up
Ohhh, so that’s how planetary rulers affected plants! Desiree was glad she’d stayed quiet, as all of her guesses had been way off! She listened with rapt attention, taking diligent notes on everything the professor said. It was all fascinating - and potentially useful knowledge for when she became a healer someday. Something else potentially useful? The tincture Professor Devries described. She couldn’t wait to get started on hers!
She was well familiar with Diffindo, so much so that she didn’t feel the need to practice its incantation and wand movement separately first. She would, however, practice it nonverbally after her first successful verbal cast. Making the wave shape with her wand, she aimed it at the lavender flowers and said, “Diffindo!” A second later, a neat little bunch of lavender flowers fell onto her desk. She made the wave movement again, a look of intense concentration on her face. Diffindo, she thought. Soon another few flowers joined the ones already on her desk.
Desiree kept practicing Diffindo nonverbally until she felt she had enough flowers for her tincture. Tergeo Exaresco was a spell with which she was less familiar; that one she did practice the incantation first. “TUR-gee-oh Ex-uh-RESK-oh,” she said quietly. “TUR-gee-oh Ex-uh-RESK-oh, Tergeo Exaresco, Tergeo Exaresco…” Okay, that was enough practice. Time to do it for real! She pointed her wand at the pile of lavender flowers on her desk. “Tergeo Exaresco!” she cast, moving her wand over the pile as the professor instructed. The flowers dried out before her eyes.
Desiree focused her attention on Professor Devries as he spoke again, writing down the ingredients and instructions on the board in case she should ever want to make her own tincture later. She went to the cabinet to retrieve her equipment, setting it neatly on her desk. First step: grind the lavender flowers into fine powder. She picked up her mortar and pestle and set to work grinding, grinding, grinding. This was oddly calming, like squeezing a stress ball.
When she had a nice fine-textured powder, she set the mortar and pestle aside and picked up her mason jar. After casting a quick Scourgify, she was ready to move on to the next step. She carefully poured the contents of her mortar into the mason jar, measuring the powder in the bottom with her ruler. ½ cm, to be exact!
Desiree finished the first few steps just as Professor Devries put the next steps on the board. She took a quick break to copy the information on the board into her notes, then resumed her work by pouring the ethanol into the jar, stopping every so often to measure its depth. When the mixture measured two fingers, she put the vial of ethanol aside and picked up the spell-o-wrap. Oh, she was definitely going to double layer it! Better safe than sorry!
She wrapped the spell-o-wrap over the top of the jar opening once, then twice. Only when she was sure the jar was wrapped securely did she put the lid on and seal it tight. Next step: tinfoil. She wrapped the tinfoil around the sealed jar until not a sliver of it was visible beneath the foil. If that wasn’t enough to keep out the light, she didn’t know what was!
As Desiree reached for the silk cloth, a thought occurred to her. Did the color of the silk cloth affect the tincture? If she recalled correctly, green was associated with mercury, which Professor Devries said was the planetary ruler for all of today’s plants, so would this particular tincture work better when wrapped in green silk? She raised her hand and asked, “Professor, does it matter what color silk is used when wrapping a tincture?”
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