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Cassirin 
There was a pestle in his hand, and Copernicus at least at the presence of mind to grind whatever was in his mortal into a very fine powder. He checked at one point and decided it was fluxweed, although he had no real reasoning for that decision. He just knew it was.
He dumped the contents into the cauldron and then found the instructions on a piece of parchment on the table. He was boiling now, and a small change to the flame size would bring it down to a simmer. But what was this about a mystery ingredient?
Hmm. Cope searched the page and found "It's your memory, you dope" in his own handwriting in the margin. Ahh. So, he needed a mystery ingredient to combine with the quintessence to counteract the symptom of memory loss. Memor... no! Don't forget. THINK. Memory. What improves memory??
Quickly, Cope dumped out his entire bag of potions ingredients, searching through for ANYTHING that would affect memory. Half of them were scooped back into the bag, and Cope was left sorting through some of the more exotic ingredients they seldom used in class.
He blinked. Whoa! Potions class. What were they doing in Potions class? And why was he holding feathers? Annnnd... ooooh. A simmering cauldron. He dropped the feathers one by one into the cauldron. CLEARLY that was what he was supposed to do, right? RIGHT?
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Quintessence
Please note that this is 'recipe' for quintessence is only valid with today's potions. Do not mistakenly believe this to be a standard 'base' for all antidotes, as each poison has its own unique quintessence.
3 ounces purified water
3 doxy eggs, whole
2 ounces horned toad innards, chopped
twelve sprigs fluxweed, crushed to a fine powder
Bring all ingredients to a brisk boil; lower to a simmer.
Slowly add the mystery ingredients that will resolve the poison you have ingested.
Return to a boil until mixture becomes thick and syrupy.
Lower temperature and allow to simmer.
Check your parchment using sperevelio to see if you created the correct antidote based upon your symptoms.
The notes in front of him said that he needed to boil his mixture until it thickened and then allow it to simmer. And once that was done, he could check his work. But could he take the potion? Because... even though Cope didn't remember being poisoned or making the potion in front of him or ANYTHING, he saw his notes and he was starting to feel really cruddy.
Poisoned cruddy.
Once the potion had simmered, Cope filled a phial and set it carefully on the desk beside him. "Sperevelio," Copernicus muttered. He read the revealed potion with great interest, but... he had no clue if that's what he made. He just... couldn't... remember.
"Professor, can I drink my..." Oh, Potions class!