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destinyjazzhands 
Eeeesh! If cats ate grass to soothe their stomachs, Destiny wondered what dogs do.
On second thought, Destiny didn't CARE what dogs do. It was probably something even weirder than grass..or something just disgusting. "Grass is added to the list then." she said, and quickly wrote that down, too. How much grass would it need though? If she was going by how much grass Sly ate, then they were going to need a wheelbarrow full. She glanced around the room, and sure enough, there were no wheelbarrows full of grass. Pity.
Whaaaat? Destiny glanced at the Professor then dropped her voice to a whisper as she looked back to Evelyn, "There has to be another way, than shoving the potion down it's throat." She knew the Professor could be mean to students, but to cats? That was just..meaner! Professor MoganLawson would NOT be pleased.
Brilliant!
Destiny's best friend was BRILLIANT once again. Puking Pastilles would stop the cat, hopefully, from spewing and then they could give it the potion. And not shove it down it's throat. "That's good!" she nodded her head, hoping Lafay had them laying about. Unless..Evelyn had a stock on her already, hehe. Hopefully it worked on cats.. "What about a bezoar? We can throw it in the cauldron like BAM!"
Oh jeez....
"Destiny...i wasn't...serious..." Raising a brow at her friend, Evelyn leaned away from her slightly before glancing around. She really, really really, needed to teach her friend how to tell when someone was using sarcasm. That was going to be her number one main goal this summer. That, and making sure to drag her friend along for her morning and evening runs.
"Besides, that's what we are using the milk for. So it'll drink it."
Sitting back up straight, the Slytherin tapped her fingers on the table as she tried to think of anything else they could put into the healing...thing, for the cat. Destiny's idea was actually really good too.
"That's a good idea." she repeated her thoughts, smiling at her friend before...hearing that last 'BAM' part. Hehe. Which also got her thinking of a potion exploding...
...in front of the cat. Hairless cat. BAHAHAHAHA!
Okay, back to more important matters. Ingredients...
"Well, I'm out of ideas." It was either the fact that this was a final that was making her not think of any brilliant ideas...or the fact that Patroclus was sitting
right there.
Or both.