 G1GGL3R! *giggles* My GarBear
Almost apprehensively, Terry swiped his required ingredients, immediately breaking for his desk and dropping the ingredients, flinging his arms into the air before glaring at the Flobberworms as though they had done him some personal injustice.
Pulling his wand out of his robes, he waved it efficiently at the cauldron, turning back to his ingredients once he could hear the soft crackling of a fire behind him. Eh, what were the instructions again?
Oh right. Spooning out the beeswax, he dolloped it into the cauldron, then paused. Stirring might help quicken the process? Stirring it around, he stood by idly, tapping one foot along the stoned floor as he waited.
In the mean while, he glanced about the room, taking in the other students. Eh, he recognised that curly-haired girl. Juni---perrr something? He certainly remembered her and Issy squishing the life out of each other on the train though. ...and Willow. How had he not noticed her entering? Catching sight of the Mr. My Hat Is Blatantly Cooler Than Yours sticking his face into his cauldron, Terry snorted. ...This was surely going to amusing. For him definitely.
A tiny crackle alerted him, and Terry hastily returned to his beeswax. EEEE. It was all melted already. Any longer, and all his caudron would be containing was a black, horrible congealed mess.
Lowering his flame for the meanwhile, he reluctantly turned to face his other ingredients. He swallowed at the sight of flobberworms, shuddering visibly as they stared up lifelessly at him. BLEURGH. OooOooh. He tried to sneak another glance around? Maybe someone had already juiced their flobberworms? Then he could just steal some of theirs without them seeing ask them all politely for some. |