Daphne carefully wrote down the instructions with her green quill. She was not looking forward to making this potion, they always seemed to go wrong for her. But like everyone else in the lesson, she proceeded with the steps to make this delusting potion. She knew a few people this would be good for. She chuckled at the thought, then considered actually utilising it.

With that in mind, she got the proper amount of water and poured it into her cauldron. She lit a fire underneath and patiently waited for it to come to a boil. This seemed to take forever, mainly because she was just sitting and watching the little bubbles float up from the bottom of the cauldron. Boring.

Eventually it came to a boil and Daphne looked down at the instructions. "Add 5 drops of essence of violet," she said to herself, picking up the vial, double checking the label to ensure it was the proper ingredient. She carefully added 5 drops and stirred the mixture 5 times, clockwise. Next on the list was to add 7 drops of essence of rose thorn. She did this, than sighed as she stirred the mixture counter-clockwise seven times. Her little arms were getting tired from all this stirring.

She was glad the next step involved brining the mixture to a simmer, but alas that wasn't all. No, she had to stir twice, counter-clockwise, every minute. After the ten minutes, she swore both her arms would fall off. It was so uncomfortable to stir over the heat of the cauldron. She may have missed one of two stirs, but she doubted it would really make a difference. She added the two raven feathers and raised the heat. She bitterly stirred clockwise, watching the clock run down. After five minutes, she noticed she had reached a suitable stopping point, so she set it off of the flame and covered it. It wouldn't hurt to take a little break. She stretched her arms out. If there was any more stirring, she needed to rest.