03-23-2010, 04:48 AM
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| Ramora
Join Date: Jun 2007
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Former Professor Valon Kazimeriz
Graduated |  Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! | | SS Mischief Maker
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Originally Posted by sarahb  Jacklyn Caroline brings her finished vile of potion up and sets it on the Proffessor's desk. "Done proffessor!" Quote:
Originally Posted by Evangeline Hermione Bella smiled a bright smile as she picked up one of her phile's. She was glad she had finished her potion, although she had had fun making it. But there had been no accident's, a accident free zone for today.
She slipped her other potion very carefully into her bag and looked down a her couldron. Prize couldron? Shrugging she picked up the couldron, her other one was at the moment packed up.
She didn't know, was she aloud to go now that she had finished, or did she have to stay. There could be homework. Putting her hand slowly in the air she said, "Sir, can i go. Or do i need to stay till the end?" She asked. Quote:
Originally Posted by DH Vixen Mina hurried to add the finishing touches to her potion and divided it into two phials. Jotting down all her notes in her journal, she tidied up and labeled her phials.
She hadn't been there mentally all of the lesson, but she still managed to get her potion done. "Very good, all of you. As you finish you may turn in your phial, clean up and you are excused. There is no homework as I expect you to use your time to study for finals." Kazimeriz said. "Do not forget to bring your second phial with you to finals." Quote:
Originally Posted by Ivy Nienna
Ivory smiled up at the Professor. Yes siree Bob, she was being careful.
Most especially after the certain accident with the faulty stirrer. Ahm. Yes.
But wait...? What...? ...Huh?
Her face quickly turned to one of confusion and she was pretty sure that the question marks she saw flying around in the air were entirely visible.
"Well I suppose just sticking my finger in there and moving it around until one sticks is out of the question sooooo....that...er...makes that a very good question, Professor...one which I have considered with great thought...and concentration...and...I...have come to the conclusion...that...the solution...which I,...that is me...am looking for, for this problem...is the use of..." She totally had thought of this already. Totally. And she was soo not stalling...well...maybe just a little.
Using the valuable blabbering time as a stalling technique while her gaze roved her workstation trying to come up with an idea, her eyes finally fell on one of the pipettes and she lifted it up triumphantly."The use of THIS!"
As she held it up in the air, she tried to keep her smile as confident as possible. On hind sight she'd blabbed for a good time but the result wasn't soo bad. A pipette? She could've thought of worse. She could've been serious about sticking her finger in, or about using the tweezers which would just break the little thing, or just tipping the jar until only one came out.
No, a pipette was not that bad an idea. The whiskers were light, right? A good strong confident release of the pipettes bulb would whoosh one right in there...just like a lung would right? Except you know...without the attack on a person's trachea or bronchus.
Staring up at the Professor, the pipette held high in the air, she waited for his response.
He grinned. "Excellent. Two points." he nodded. "Hold your breath while you extract it and be gentle so you do not shatter the whisker. Funny thing, sphinx whiskers- they are soft and delicate on the animal, but become like threads of brittle glass once removed from the beast."
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