Marigold was TOTALLY into this class. Like, ew, blood, but mixing stuff was a generally therapeutic experience. She took her bowl of blood and when ready poured it gradually into her cauldron. She then quickly grabbed the griffin powder and put it in quickly. Once that had been done and she had the time to do so, she wrinkled her nose. She considered blood pretty and all that, but... Still gross. Things could be pretty and gross at the same time, in her opinion.

For the next ten minutes, she wrote down notes and drew dots on her left hand with her quill. Over the summer she had become acquainted with the art of body drawing, and she wasn't leaving that practice any time soon. Once the ten minutes were up, she carefully dropped a snake fang in. Not the fang, that was interesting. She was fine with bones, but fluids and organs were not her strong suit.

She turned the heat off, then in plop went the other snake fang. She stirred it counterclockwise once, then she was done! Hearing the professor explain the activity, she craned her neck for a partner.

"Anyone?" she called. "Partners?"

There we go, no more of that sensitive stuff. Good. She could live with this and could convince herself the kid wasn't so bad, like she'd done back when he walked into the class and called the man 'Collarbin'. Good times. Lex tried focusing again on the Professor only to hear they'd have to be waiting TEN MINUTES before they could do anything else. Was this his way of trying to get them to clean up? If she could guess the potion was coming to its end and they'd have to be doing that anyway.

Eh. Might as well while she had nothing better to do.

"Scourgify." She cast a couple times to make sure everything on the table got some cleaning. Couldn't leave anything not cleaned, it'd only give Collarbin more ammunition and she felt she'd done good skirting detention so far...maybe.

Just as she organized the last of everything she used into a neat section of her desk she heard Dima ASKING HER. Lookit that, he was a fast learner. Lex approved.

"Sure thing. What you wanna do is make an 'S', like this," She said, drawing one with her wand so he could see. "Don't make it too exaggerated, it has to be just right, then you try the incantation 'Scourgify' while aiming at the things you want clean." That was simple enough, yeah? "Go on, give it a try." While she waited on this ten minutes to be up.



.......Aaaaand it was rounding up to be about that 10 minutes. Time hadn't dragged quite like she'd thought it would. Maybe it was helping Dima and getting her own station cleaned. It could hardly have been anything else. Lex reached for one of the snake fangs and added it to the solution like the Professor had said. She had been a bit sidetracked though and ended up having to check the board for the rest of the instructions.

After putting the fire out she grabbed the other snake fang and dropped it into the cauldron as well. Don't ask her why turning the fire off made all that much a difference with the second fang, it was probably in a book somewhere she'd never find.

Lex quickly scourgify-ed her wooden spoon then gave the potion one--exactly one--stir in a clockwise motion. There. That should have...been it....Potions Professor say whaaaaat??

They'd have to be trying out each other's potions? She hated saying it but she agreed with Odessa. The only brewing she trusted was her own. Oh dear sweet Merlin. Lex glanced over at Dima. What if he wanted her tasting his potion and she dropped dead?? Yeah.........there was a problem.

"nice to meet you Zander" he smiled. Bay knew right away that they would be great friends. Just look at this kids style almost the same as Bay's. "alright" watching him get it for him he now had the potion in his hand..

"looks alright…" but he never knew when it came to Hogwarts and all this stuff.. everything could be dangerous here and Bay was a little bit scared.. "yeah alright.. lets down them fast" he held his up to his lips as he quickly gulped it down… "ewwww" if he wanted to drink metal he would have just melted some down..

"this stuff tastes horrible" ughhhhh shaking his head he tried to get the taste out but it wouldn't work.. "okay are you ready to do this?" he wondered how strong he was going to be.. Flexing his muscles he totally felt great though….

Zander nodded his head and held up the cup. It looked like pee. What if Professor Culloden was really just making all of them drink pee. That's totally something he'd do. Just to get revenge on everyone for making the lesson so difficult. But either way if drinking the potion meant getting good marks, then here goes nothing! Okay. 1.....2....3!

EW. Maybe it actually was pee. Zander had never drunken pee of course, but he imagined that that's what it would taste like. It was a little tangy and there was a strange after taste, but it was over in a matter of seconds. "How long until it kicks in?" AND THERE IT WAS. After a minute his eyes shot open in response to the new burst of energy he felt. "Woah. I feel really good!" He felt invincible! "Yeah I'm totally ready!" This new energy must've also come along with a sudden burst of confidence that hadn't seemed to be present before.

Bay didn't even need to answer Zander's question for he could tell that the potion was working. "okay so were supposed to arm wrestle right??" he was feeling so great he was kind of forgetting what they were supposed to be doing… Bay plopped his elbow up on the desk with his hand open waiting for Zander to take his hand so they can arm wrestle.

"we go on three yeah?" he asked for they had to have some sort of rules.. He really wished he could have something to wash this horrible taste out of his mouth.. ughhhhhhhhh…..

Jasmine smiled when she saw Cris walking her way, cup in hand. "Of couse I'll trade potions with you", she said. Jasmine was secretly relieved to swap with someone she trusted. Taking the cup from Cris' hands, Jasmine passed the cup containing her potion to him in return. Trying not to think about what the it contained, she jokingly raised the cup and said, "Cheers" Putting the cup to her lips, Jasmine started to drink the potion. As she expected, it did not taste good. It was like drinking liquid aluminum foil, but Jasmine drained the cup as quickly as she could. "That was pretty foul", she declared. "I wish I had a pumpkin juice chaser."

After drinking the potion, Jasmine sat down to give herself a moment to adjust. She felt a little weird, but not dizzy. After a moment, the feeling started to subside and Jasmine was anxious to see how strong she had become. For now though, she just waited to see how Cris made out with her potion.

Sophie tried to ignore the commotion going on around her. She nearly failed her final last term and was determined not to mess things up this go round. It wasn't that she was bad at potions, it was just...she was used to working at a different pace.

Oh, and now Marisol was accepting her offer to help. Sophie paused in her own brewing and glanced over at Marisol's potion. "Actually, it's not a bad start. You haven't blown up your cauldron yet, at least," she said. She passed a quick grin to the slightly younger girl. "I'd do something about that bleeding, though. If you accidentally get blood in the potion, it could mess up the entire brew."

Sophie started to just go back to her own brewing, but then she figured that Marisol might not know the spell to heal herself. "Just point your wand at the cut and say Episkey."

As Culloden was finishing up the potion, he listened and finished up his at the same time. First things first - fire out. "Finite!" he muttered, watching as the flame poofed out. That was the end of the heat! He then took his last snake fang and tossed it into his potion. As Culloden was showing them that muggle strength test thingie, he finished up the potion by taking his wand and stirring it counter clockwise, just the one time. With that all done, he quickly jotted down the extra notes that Culloden had put on the board before taking his scoop and separating out two cups - one for whoever was doing the potion with him, and one for later.

Oh, and the ice cube! Can't forget that! He grabbed it and plopped it in the right cup. There, NOW he was ready!

Meanwhile, Sophie got back to her brew, which was nearly done. She put out her fire, added the other snake fang, and then stirred once counter-clockwise. She waited and watched her potion until it turned thick and bright yellow. WOOT! She scooped up a cup of her potion and set it off to the side. Then she collected another cup and set it aside, as well. She'd take the professor's advice and add in that ice cube, too!

Okay, sooo...what now?! ... OH!!!

"CALEB!" Sophie called out. "Wanna arm wrestle me? I bet I can WIN!" She collected her potion and began strolling over to her brother's work station. "Tell me, how would you feel about losing to a girl?"

An 'S'. Dima could do that. He wiggled his wand about in a somewhat shapely 'S' form. Was that too exaggerated? Too... un-exaggerated? Just right? It just looked like an 'S', not something describable, so he just moved on to saying the incantation. "Scourgify." Scourgify. Scouuurgify.

"Scourgify!" As he said the incantation, the first year pointed his wand at his mortar and wiggled his wand about again.

No more washbasin usage for him, nuh-uh!

"Thanks!" See, she wasn't ALL bad.

While waiting for the rest of the time to pass, Dima cleaned everything else that could possibly need cleaning: the pestle, glass bowl, wooden stick, tabletop, his SHOE... what? It looked all shiny now! He beamed at it and went ahead, doing the other one too. Could he do his CLO-

Oh. Ten minutes were up? He dropped in a fang, then eyed his fire.

How... did you stop a spell?

Somewhat deflated, he took his glass bowl and headed to the washbasin again. AGAIN. The kid filled it with a small amount of water, then brought it back to his burner and dipped his fingers into the liquid. He sprinkled it over the flames until they died out, and the burner was relatively dry still.

After that, Dima added the second fang and grabbed his wooden spoon. His concoction got one last counterclockwise stir, and then he set it aside on the napkin. Peering over the cauldron, he noted the bright yellow color. He was done! A couple additions to his notes, and he could move on.


Once done with his scribbling, Dima dropped his quill and listened to the professor's instructions again. They had to DRINK it? And worse, someone else's? He glanced at the contents of his cauldron again, suddenly feeling sick. It was one think to use dragon hearts and creature bloods in his brewing, since they had already been taken and all... but DRINKING it would just make him feel worse. It was worse.

Nope. He wasn't doing it.

But after how Culloden had yelled at Kyroh, he wasn't eager to challenge his directions. Dima instead glanced at Lex again. They would be partners, right? He hoped she wasn't exceptionally good at potions or anything, because then his lack of exemplary strength would DEFINITELY be noticed.

... but he wasn't gonna drink that. Nuh-uh. Sorry, professor man.

Could they make potions with flowers next time?

Easy. He said it was EASY. Mo watched the professor, the instructions, and his potion so closely he went cross-eyed in the process. He needed at least one more eyeball to be really effective, and right now he was only being mostly effective.

But waiting 10 minutes WAS easy. Or at least it wasn't hard, and Mo set his watch again and turned that very intent gaze on watching Cat work and checking in occasionally on Kyroh. Cat was pretty, and Kyroh needed attention. Easy as.

When the ten minutes was up, Mo dropped that nearly-last ingredient, the snake fang, right into the cauldron and waited until they were instructed to move on. It was easy to put out the magical flame he'd created, and then Mo dropped the second snake fang into the cauldron. Which way was he meant to stir it? COUNTERclockwise. Mo stirred one time and then waited with bated breath for the potion to turn yellow.

It did, and he was mostly a genius. Only had to have his work banished once. Mo cleaned his cup with a Scourgify and scooped out a cup-full of the thick, bright yellow liquid, making a face as he caught a whiff of it. Merlin, that was going to be gross.

"Girlfriend," Mo grinned at her as he dropped ice into the remnant of his potion, just as she'd just done. "Your potion looks perfect. We should be partners, don't you think? You can test mine, and I'll test yours." And they were both the right color and smelled awful.

Did they HAVE to drink it?

Awesome! AJ was just as excited as Adi was! Though he was still disappointed they couldn't try their own potion. Oh well. "I hoped you brewed yours right, AJ,'' he teased. "This won't poison me, right?'' He winked and set down his cup on her workstation and grabbed her cupful.

"Cheers,'' the Puffer said, raising the cup. He drank deeply and immediately gagged. Ugh! That metal taste! It was super horrible. With a look of disgust on his face, Adi slowly consumed the remainder of the potion. "All done, AJ. Your turn.'' And with that, he plopped down on the seat of AJ's workstation. He'd stand when he felt fresh, as the Professor said.

"Excuse you, I'LL be the one winning, thanks. Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I'm going easy on you!" Caleb said with a grin as he sister walked over. How funny, he had just been about to head over and challenge HER to an arm wrestling match. "After I cream you, let's try that muggle thing and see who gets the highest," he added with a grin.

He handed her the potion he'd brewed and took hers. "After you, sis," he said with a chuckle. This was gonna be funnnnn!

It only took a flick of Adrienne's wand and a dismissive, "Finite," for her to put out the flame that was still burning underneath her cauldron. Then she just had to drop in the other snake fang, which made a slight plop, and... yes, now she was nearly done! She gave the potion one quick counterclockwise stir, and marvelled at the fact that what had previously looked like a bunch of random objects floating in water was now one cohesive, gross-looking, nauseatingly yellow entity. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. Was she really going to have to drink that? And not even hers, which she was fairly sure about, but someone else's? Ugh.

Still, she "Scourgify!"-ed a cup and scooped up the liquid, which was much more viscous and even more disgusting than she'd anticipated.

"Oh, no problem at all!" Really, she was just curious as to why Gwen wasn't able to read what was on the board, but she wasn't going to pry. It was obviously something the girl was insecure about, and she didn't want to antagonise one of the few people she was actually still on good terms with. Even though she was really, really curious... Adrienne removed the temptation to ask by instead posing another question to the girl.

"You wanna be my partner? We can trade potions," she said, gesturing to each of their cauldrons, "and then wrist-wrestle, if you like." If not, then she was going to have to actually go find someone whom she trusted enough to ingest the potion of. And not to offend Tora, but she was somewhat wary of her friend, who could be a bit careless, making something that she then had to drink.

Cris smiled gratefully at Jasmine for agreeing to drink his potion. Of course, he could have tried to convince someone to swap potions with him, but he trusted Jasmine enough to know that she wouldn't have messed up while making her potion. He on the other hand...well that remained to be seen.

"Alright on the count of three. One...Two....three...bottoms up" Cris grinned at Jasmine, as he lifted her cup of potion to his lips and gulped down the potion in one sitting.

ECK!!!... the potion had a distinct metallic taste. One definitely couldn't confuse the taste of blood in the potion. Cris stayed seated in his chair as he waited for the potion to take effect. As he sat and waited, he examined his biceps. Had they grown more muscular? Were they larger? What about his stomach muscles and thighs? Cris discreetly lifted the bottom of his shirt to examine his tummy. Was his six pack more pronounced? Were his abs harder?

Cris flexed his biceps and then laughing, he looked over at Jasmine. "Do my biceps look tougher and more muscular? Can you feel them for me?" he asked her leaning over to allow her more access to his arms.

Then he realized that she had just drank his potion and quickly asked her,"What about you? Do you feel any different...stronger? Did my potion work?"

Then he chuckled,"I guess the only way we'll find out is to either wrist wrestle and play that muggle game? I'm open to either," Cris held up one wrist before gesturing over to the hammer pounding, bell ringing thingy.

Cris looked at Jasmine and felt bad. There was no way she was going to beat him at either options. The least he could do was try to even out the odds. "I tell you what, if you choose the hammer, I'll make it easier for you. I'll only use only my left hand to raise and hit the hammer," Cris showed Jasmine raising his left arm.

"If you decide to go with the wrist wrestling, I'll give you a five second head start," Cris raised up five fingers. Even with the handicap he had just given her, Cris suspected that Jasmine still would not be any match for him. Having developed strong upper body and leg muscle as a result of his rock climbing, running and mixed martial arts training, he already had that advantage over her.

Yes this would be a quick and easy win for him. The only thing he could do was look remorseful while he was winning.

Now, Mordaunt FOCUS.

Ethan sat up straight and took down notes as the potions master spat out his instructions. He is one grumpy one…and most probably a perfectionist too. So yes, Ethan needs to focus and get this potion right. This is, by the way his first potion brewing activity in Hogwarts…and he did promise the dragon—well, dragon’s heart, that he will not put his or her death in vain. So onto the FOURTH STEP! Woop! Woop!

Placing his quill down, Ethan lowered the heat to medium and waited for five minutes—keeping an eye on his classmate’s wristwatch. “Note to self—get a watch. No. Ask Dad to get me a watch.” What are father’s for, yeah? Seeing that he still got plenty of minutes to spare, he got himself a bowl, a cup, and a metal spoon. “Scourgify, scourgify, scourgify.” Clean. Clean. Clean. That Hufflepuff kid was right. This class demands a lot of sterilization! Ethan got his Salamander blood, and poured it in his bowl, after which he got up and made his way up front, and got himself a cup of Re’em blood. “Blood. Blood everywhere!” Ethan didn’t say a word to the professor as he eyed his cup of Re’em blood caaaarefully and slowly made his way back to his work station. He didn’t want to spill the precious liquid, you know? The young Slytherin took a deep breath and poured the contents of the cup into the bowl, then stirred it five times clockwise. “1…2…3…4…5.” Then counter clockwise. “5…4…3…2…1.”

Up next was the griffin claw. He cleaned his mortar and pestle, and dropped the griffin claw into the mortar, and crushed it with his pestle. “Cruuuuuushhhh youuuu…” Maybe he should start practising that line. He might find it useful once he drank the strength potion. Mhm. Good idea. Once he was done, he stopped crushing the griffin claw and waited for Culloden’s next instruction.

Tapping his fingers against his table, he eyed his classmate’s watch as it constantly ticked. “Almost there…Come on, five minutes…”




Ethan got startled as Culloden shouted.

Merlin, he shouts a lot! “He’d make a good Quidditch coach or something…” Ethan reigned his thoughts and did what the potions master told them to do. “This should be easy.” The Slytherin got the bowl of blood with his left hand…and the mortar with the crushed griffin claw on his right. He sloooooooooooowly poured the blood into his concoction until his bowl was empty, then immediately dumped the contents of the mortar in his cauldron. See? Easy.




Even Culloden was pleased.

Ethan returned his grin as he passed by, then took down notes. “He is one moody man.” Ethan made a face as he wrote down the process on his notebook and scolded himself for getting distracted.

Ten minutes was a loooooooong time. So instead of keeping an eye on his classmate’s watch, Ethan sat on his chair and started to draw on his notebook. He drew himself, lifting a full grown dragon and amused himself to no end—oblivious to the commotion that was about to happen.

He did look up though when the Professor intervened the small group of Slytherins and a Gryffindor…and saw a snake fang on the ground. Ethan supressed a groan at the sight, and checked his classmate’s wristwatch again to see if the time is up.

And yes, ten minutes was up and he immediately added one snake fang to his potion.



Aaaaand the professor was mad again.

Ethan sat up straight on his chair when Culloden called their attention and listened to his instructions. The Slytherin extinguished the flame, picked the other snake fang and dropped it in his cauldron, and stirred the contents counter-clockwise, once. Ooh. The contents was still there, all right—and the color of his potion turned bright yellow. Just like what the potions master said. Ethan suppressed a squeal of joy, and instead got his notebook and jotted down Culloden’s additional notes.

Interesting stuff!

Ohh. OOOOOh. They get to drink it? Oh yeaaaah!

Ethan got himself a cup of Strength Potion from his cauldron, then added an ice cube into the rest of his concoction.

So…who wants to try his potion of wonder?

Zander could feel the power in his arms already. Woah. This was strong. He was strong. Zander watched as Bay got ready to wrestle. "Here it goes." He grabbed on to the older boy's had and made eye contact. "Okay. One.... Two..... THREE!" Zander immediately put all his [the potion's] strength to work. He felt so powerful. This activity was going to be a peice of cake. Thank goodness Bay could brew a good potion!

Finishing up her potion according to the directions, Gwen was admittedly nervous about drinking someone else's potion. Not that she didn't trust everyone else, it was just, there were certain people she was sure couldn't make a potion to save their lives, and she didn't want to accidentally get poisoned.

Then Adrienne asked if Gwen wanted to trade potions with her. Adrienne was a fourth year. Her potion was probably the best offer Gwen was going to get. She glanced at her own thick yellow potion and nodded. "Yeah, okay. But if it's bad or something, I'm really sorry." It looked right, but that could just be a fluke. Just so that Adrienne understood that if something went wrong, it wasn't Gwen trying to poison her.

The second year cleaned a cup and scooped some of the steaming hot potion into it, offering it to Adrienne.

Waiting ten minutes? Oh he could do that. Picking up his wand again Kyroh pointed it at the bowl that the blood had been in. "Scourgify!" He said, the spell, surprisingly working on only his first try this time! Maybe soon he could do the spells and wouldn't even have to talk, yeah?

Moving over to the other items he began to clean everything so that when it was time to pack up everything was easy. As soon as he was finished he turned back to Mo, noticing the pretty girl sitting beside him for the first time. Kyroh waved at her, because why not? and looked over at the clock. TEN MINUTES!

Without hesitation he picked up one snake fang and dropped it in.

Grabbing his quill he started to write the new steps down in his notes. He had only just finished when the Professor started giving more instructions!



Waving his wand a bit the flame went out and Kyroh dropped the last snake fang into the cauldron. Grabbing his spoon he stirred it once, counterclockwise ANND THEN It was OFFICAL. Kyroh Scabior had finished his very FIRST potion. The first year beamed as he looked into the now yellow mixture.

As the Professor continued talking Kyroh knew he was being good. He was LISTENING and everything. He knew how long the potion would last, he knew what colour it should be, he knew EVERYTHING. He just didn't want to drink it.

Not his.

Not anyones.

He didn't even want to touch the dragon heart. And so why would he want to DRINK something that contained it?.........but then Culloden would probably hate him. Sure he could pretend like he had drank someones but that would be lying. And Kyroh didn't want to lie.

Questions?

Kyroh, sighed, completely put out, and looked over at Toby. Could Toby protect him now? "Do I have to sir?" He paused. "I know you'll probably say yes, but if you say yes i'm still not going to do it." It was the truth.

Well it looked like Cris survived drinking Jasmine's potion. Did she happen to spill a little cocky juice in there by mistake? Cris seemed to be awfully confident about his abilities. Let the trash talking begin. Jasmine laughed hard when Cris asked if his biceps looked more muscular. Was he flexing? And did he just invite her to feel them? If Jasmine's competitive streak hadn't reared its ugly head at that moment, she might have swooned at the thought. "You talk a lot of smack Strand. I could feel your biceps, but with my super strength I wouldn't want to hurt you". Wait did he just peek check his abs? Oh it was soooo on. Two could play that game. While sitting, Jasmine managed to stretch out her lean but muscular dancer's legs and examine them for any changes.

Jasmine was actually feeling stronger and rather confident herself. She didn't know how much was the potion and how much was her thought that she was stonger. Physical strength plus mental toughness plus plain old desire, Jasmine felt that she had a chance to take Cris down. "You underestimate me my friend. Don't let the small package fool you. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Dancing isn't the only thing I do you know."

"I say we arm wrestle first and if we have time we can hit the hammer. Oh and by the way, I won't be needing any head starts. Let's get this show on the road."

Cris burst out laughing. He had to admit he had been sounding over confident and was glad to see that Jasmine wasn't falling for it. When she flashed her legs for him to see, Cris' breath caught in his throat. Not only were her legs muscular, they were also rather...um...sexy. Was it suddenly getting hot around here?

Reluctantly dragging his eyes away from Jasmine's legs, he looked up at her and grinned. "Have you always been that feisty? Or is that my potion talking?" he asked her teasingly. "Actually I believe, that big things come in small packages," he winked at her as he flexed his biceps in front of her again, his eyes brimming over with laughter.

"Wrist wrestle...arm wrestle. Okay let's do it, and if your hand isn't hurting too much we'll move on to the hammer," Cris nodded, as he placed one arm on the table and waited for Jasmine to lock wrists with him.

Ugggh, not finished yet.

And he had to wait a whole ten minutes this time? It was torture. Theodore rested his elbows on the desk and popped his head in both palms. And he just watched it. Doing its thang. His eyes may have been drooping a bit, too, but that was to be expected with such boring steps like this, right?

Once he had been waiting at least eight minutes, Theo's eyes flickered between his potion and his watch. Which was making the time go a whole lot slower. THERE - TEN MINUTES.

Theo sat up straight and rubbed his eyes til they were pretty red. Plop, in goes one snake fang.

WOAH, OKAY.

Theo jumped a little but retrieved his blood bowl quickly. He graaaaadually poured the mixture into his cauldron, and once it was empty, he pretty much threw the griffin claw in afterwards. Since there was such emphasis on the immediately. Sheesh, pressure.

Could he go now? Was he done?

Definitely Culloden's time of the month.

Theo made a subtle face at him, then put out his fire with no problem. Thank Merlin he was good at potions, it seemed like the people that sucked were getting a lot of stick today. He picked up his clean spoon with one hand, and the snake fang with another and stirred the potion counter clockwise right after throwing the fang into the brew. Bleugh, potion looked gross. He really did not want to drink it...

Yellow, yes. Disgusting.

The Slytherin cleaned his spoon and laid it on the table. He looked at everyone else, he looked at Culloden, and he looked at his potion. Procrastination, yay!!

Lily was starting to get nervous. First Professor Culloden had seemed like he wanted to hex everyone into submission, and now he was walking around smiling at everyone as if they were all perfect little students and he hadn’t been angry at all. That was enough to keep her on her toes, and yet there were also the last few steps of the potion to finish. She’d known there had been at least one step left, but apparently that was drawn out into three. Plus, there was waiting, so it was almost inevitable that she was just going to stay nervous. At least she had something to do while she waited for ten whole minutes, but writing the last steps into her journal, even adding another little note as he had given them more instructions after the potion brewing steps were done, hadn’t taken up hardly two of those minutes. She’d double-checked that with her watch, even. Only two minutes had past, and she still had eight to go before she could finish. Definitely nervous, and because of that, she’d reverted to her normal little habit when she was worried or nervous. She found herself humming softly to herself, not really one song or another. Just music, which kept her from checking the time every minute.

Soon enough, she checked her watch again and let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Ten minutes, so now she could add the first snake fang. That was easy enough. It would have been difficult to mess up just dropping a fang into her cauldron. Although that simplicity was threatened as the professor had changed demeanor yet again, back to the yelling, and she’d jumped. Nearly dropping the fang, but luckily it had landed inside the cauldron. Okay then, she thought, glancing up at him before applying her attention back to her potion. The flame underneath was easily extinguished, and the second fang landed in the potion much more smoothly than the first. Quickly Scourgifying her stirrer, she slipped it into the potion and stirred it once counter-clockwise. At least it looked as she imagined it ought to have, but she still wasn’t really anxious to try it out. Drinking thick yellow liquids really weren’t her thing, unless it was lemon. This was definitely not lemon.

She Scourgified her cup again, along with a ladle, however, transferring some of said yellow liquid into the cup for someone to try. She slipped an ice cube into the remainder of her potion afterwards, and then set her journal safely aside before cleaning all of her tools aside from those still containing the potion. Now all that was left was finding someone who was willing to be her partner and test her potion, and her green eyes flickered around the room. “Does anyone want to test mine out?,” she asked, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she actually felt. She was going to still have to drink someone else’s potion, after all.

SPOILER!!: potions journal

Strength Potion – helps with anaemia and getting large tasks completed (like building things that involve large heavy items)
• 2 kilograms of dragon heart (a few grams more/less doesn’t matter)
• 1 pomegranate
• A cup of re’em blood
• One mature salamander’s blood
• 2 unicorn tail hairs
• Powdered griffin claw
• 2 snake fangs

1. Add 2 litres of water and the unicorn tail hairs one by one
2. Turn the heat to high and add the dragon heart
3. Wait until it boils and add pomegranate
4. Turn the heat to medium and wait for five minutes. In the meantime, mix re’em and salamander blood in a bowl and stir them five times clockwise and five times counter clockwise and crush griffin claw (doesn't have to be a perfect powder - just crush as well as you can without magic).
5. Add the blood mixture slowly and THEN, the powdered griffin claw IMMEDIATELY.
6. Wait for ten minutes and add one snake fang
7. Put the fire out and add the other snake fang
8. Stir counter clockwise once
-note: drink while hot, but add a cube of ice to conserve potion for a week. After a week, the effects will lessen quickly

Leah caught the professor's smile as he walked down the aisle and could not help but smile back. He seemed so happy that she had managed most of the instructions correctly. So ten minutes later, one snake fang was present inside the second year's potion. Ignoring the commotion that happened over the time, she turned her attention back to Professor Culloden.

Extinguishing the fire, Leah added the second snake fang in and scourgified the stirrer. Stir once anti-clockwise. Eeep, the potion was now yellow! Not as bright as others', but at least it was not a dull color either. Now tired of scourgifying, Leah muttered a scourgify at a cup and scooped her potion in it. That was when a much older girl looking for a partner. "Hi, I'd love to try your potion. Would you... like to test mine pretty please?" she asked nervously, approaching the girl with her cup in hand.

When the ten minutes of waiting aka torture was over and he had added the snake fang, the second year Gryffindor put out the fire under the cauldron with a wave of his wand and immediately after he added the second fang. What now? He listened to the Professor, making sure not to look at him. If the man was going to play the ignore game then he could play as well. He scourgified the stirrer and made one counter-clockwise turn before cleaning it again and placing it down on his working space.

After he had turned the liquid it suddenly thickened and turned an ugly yellowish color. Kevin made a disgusting face and looked around. Were they really going to drink this? ewww. He still wanted to have super strenght though so he began to search for someone who didn't have a partner yet. But first he poured the potion in the cup. Okay, partner.... ugh he hated working with people. "PARTNER? ANYONE?" Anyone?