 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
When Professor Adara gave her instructions (which came at the most opportune moment because he had mentally settled on red instead of the intended pink), he quickly glanced down at his potion, eyes scanning the surface for the right shade. So far, so good. His potion swirled in soft hues of pink, and he exhaled with relief. Beauden felt a bit of pride at how smoothly things were going so far.
Now came the fun part. Beauden grabbed the stewed mandrake, shaking it vigorously—a little too vigorously, perhaps. His strength, honed from Beater training, made the mandrake look as though it had been through a brawl by the time he was done. A satisfying plop followed as the mandrake was added to the cauldron, its contents swirling with life as the potion shifted from bubblegum pink to vibrant red.
"Alright, clockwise," he muttered to himself, gripping his stirring spoon with determined precision. As he stirred, the red potion gradually faded into a bright orange, reminding him of a blazing sunset. He glanced over at the instructions again, blue eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned for what came next. Another mandrake was added to the mix, its remains barely resembling the stewed pieces they once were, but it did its job well enough. The potion began its slow, calculated transition to yellow.
Once the liquid reached the expected shade, Beauden began stirring counterclockwise. Green was the next target colour, but as his spoon moved through the thickening brew, a spark of curiosity danced in his thoughts. Would slower or faster movements impact the outcome? Beauden's impulsive nature got the better of him, and he decided to put his theory to the test.
He slowed his stirring to an almost agonizing pace, watching as the potion's surface barely moved under the spoon. The sluggish rhythm felt excruciatingly boring to him, and after a few moments, impatience bubbled up inside. With a sudden flick of his wrist, Beauden sped up his stirring, the liquid swirling rapidly in response. He watched intently, half-expecting something dramatic to happen.
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