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Ooooh, this seemed like fun! Making things was COOOOL. And all these ingredients and supplies they were meant to use to make ... whatever it is they were going to be making were even cooler! Hehehe. Wanting to get started right away, Clifford put on the goggles and working gloves Professor Forrester had supplied and studied the instructions which had been wrien on the board.
They were onna be making a COMET!? ZOMG!
Bouncing in excitement, the seventh year drew his wand from where he'd shoved it down the back of his trousers - that hip holster Professor Lawson had given him was uncomforable! - and used the severing charm to cut open the bag. After taking a moment to flatten it out, Clifford then plopped it inside the mixing bowl.
This was the fun part now. Mixing things was AWESOME.
Nooow, where was he and what was next? Clifford studied the blackboard at the front of the classroom, head tilted to one side in concentration. Water in the bowl.. okie dokie. He was reading to cast him a bit of AGUAMENTI!! when he spotted the two cups of water. Baah, that was no fun. Still, the seventh year carefully poured them in the mixing bowl closely followed by a bit of dirt AND a bit of sand. Chyeah, he was greedy and wanted both.
Now, mix..mix..mix.
Ammonia? What was thaat? Clifford eyed his remaining ingedients unsurely. He figured that one was ammonia.. the one that was STINKY. But how much was a dash? Bleh. Shruging to himself, Clifford plopped a bit of the stinky ammonia into his mixture and then a dash of corn syrup too. All the while he continued to mix with the wooden spoon.. nice icky mixture. COOL.
Oooooh! This was the bit he'd been looking forward to most! This bit was going to be even better than the mixing! Heehee. Yup, yup! It was that time! Time to crush up the dry ice! There was nothing more fun than getting to bash things with a hammer! WOOO!
Unable to contain his obvious excitement, Clifford bounced on the balls of his feet as he wiggled his gloved fingers ready.He put the dry ice inside the plastic bags and with his left hand held it shut on the table. This was iiiit!
BASH, BASH, BASH.
It was hard not to gigglesnort as he bashed the hammer on the plastic bag, crushing up the dry ice that was inside it. Hitting things was AWESOME!! There was just something really ... fulfilling about smashing things. Hmmm.
Still bouncing, Clifford emptied his newly crushed up dry ice to the mixing bowl and made sure it was all good and mixed up. And then it ... the mixture ... it was freezing!! Oh gosh, was that meant to happen!? Slightly nervous, the Head Boy eyed the instructions again, breathing a sigh of relief when he read step nine.
PERFECT.
Now, to get it out of the bowl. Clifford tugged at the plastic bag and with a wiggle the frozen mixture popped out. Gloves still on, the seventh year then started shaping it. Luffly and round. Like a big ... frozen round thing. YAY.
Pleased with his masterpiece, Clifford set his COMET on the paper plate he found on his desk. He was going to name it Calvin. Calvin Comet.
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Last edited by Mistress Vondella; 06-19-2009 at 10:30 PM.
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