Excellent.

It wasn't that he was worried about the effects of the potion or anything, but at least this way he'd get to observe them before experiencing them himself. Gavin was always going on about observations.

BUT... potions things. "Cool, and... good luck," he grinned, giving her a light elbow nudge before throwing a bezoar into his mortar, his pestle already in his hands. His utensils were clean, spotless, done at the beginning of the lesson when he'd unpacked his things. So with a contented smile, Zeke started grinding away until the bezoar reached the consistency of a fine and even powder. After double-checking the consistency, Zeke levelled off four measures of the ingredient and added it to his waiting cauldron.

So... next... standard ingredient.

"How do you feel?" he asked, peering at his partner as he worked.

Elsa kept gazing around, blinking her eyes hard, trying to get rid of the blurriness in them. Her glance kept bouncing from Jace to the teacher, to Jace again back to the teacher and down at her own hands, holding the spare cauldron.

She sighed loudly fumbling with her robes trying to find her wand to empty the cauldron but somehow she couldn’t. Maybe it was a good thing, performing magic feeling like she did didn’t sound too like a good idea. Her head popped up when she heard the professor’s voice.

She raised her hand trembling, gazing at it as it went in and out of focus with a funny expression on her face. “Professor?” she asked, her voice breaking a little at the effort she was making to maintain balance and sit straight. If only the mermaids would stop making the classroom move..what? “I think I might need it” the shloshing sound confirmed this. She lost her balance for a moment before her hand came down in a fast movement to steady herself.



She returned her gaze to Jace and kept watching him preparing the potion. She trusted him. Strangely enough, because had just met him, her Ravenclaw friend seemed determined and confident on what he was doing and Elsa found herself relaxing slightly, at the sight of his concentrated frown and movements. Being poisoned, even by a mild version of a poison was not funny. Elsa did not want to do that again soon, Nu-UH!

She felt his steady hand on her shoulder and that seemed to help her regain some balance. The Slytherin nodded, he might have a point there, keeping quiet might help. But she was still her chatty self under the sweat and dizziness, she just couldn’t keep it down. Literally. She emptied her stomach again into the cauldron. Merlin what as even left inside of her at that moment???

At his odd and funny question she scratched her forehead, her fingers sliding over it as she close her eyes in mock concentration “Can’t seem to find the tips” she declared before giggling, turning slightly green, which was OK. She was a Slytherin after all, right?

With her bezoar all nice and finely crushed up into a powder Hady took a quick second to glance sideways at her partner. She knew Brooklyn had already taken the poison/potion and by the way she was responding to it it must be working. "How are you feeling? Would you like a bit of water?" she asked quietly wondering if maybe she was thirsty or what she could possibly do to help her friend/partner/house mate besides brew the antidote which she was doing already.

Shifting her full attention back onto the brew she had to keep herself focused and get this done. Not only done but done correctly. Carefully Hady measured out four measures of the bezour powder and added it into her already spotlessly clean cauldron. Step two done.

Next went the standard ingredient which she made sure was exactly two measures like it should be. Right into the cauldron it went as well. Hady then went on to fill a measuring cup with water using her wand and a whispered incantation. When it was exactly filled to two cups she poured the water into her waiting cauldron.

So far so good. Everything was moving along smoothly. Checking on Brooklyn once more she gave her a light smile. Hang in there, okay?

Ready for the next step, Janelle heard Hugo say he was going to fetch the potion. Upon returning, he asked the $64,000 question. "Yeah, I'm pretty good at potions, so don't worry. I'll have you good as new in no time." It appeared that "no time" had better be quick. Hugo took the poison and shortly thereafter, he was going down. "Are you ok?", Janelle said with concern. Janelle wanted to help him up, but she needed to focus on the potion. At least if Hugo was sitting, he didn't have much further to fall. Understanding the urgency, Janelle tried to get back to brewing. Time was of the essence.

"Concentrate", Janelle said to herself. She did not want to mess this up. Her partner was counting on her to get it right. Checking her notes once more, she moved on. Getting her measuring spoons and cup, Janelle got four measures of her finely crushed Bezoar powder and deposited it in her cauldron. Next, two measures of Standard Ingredient were retrieved and added to the cauldron as well. Taking a peek at Hugo big mistake, Janelle knew she had to hurry. He was not looking very well at the moment. She had to hurry, but at the same time, be accurate and efficient. Yeah, easy.

Taking out her wand, Janelle pointed it at her measuring cup. "Aguameti", she said. The water began to flow from the tip of her wand and quickly filled the measuring cup. Janelle poured one cup of water into her cauldron and then repeated the process. Two cups of water.........done. The sound of students wretching, was not helping Janelle get through the brewing process. She would just have to tune it out and hope that Hugo didn't get to that point before she had the antidote ready.

It took him a moment to prepare the two measures of standard ingredient, but when it was done he tipped it into his cauldron along with the powdered bezoar from a moment ago. Things were progressing nicely. Taking his quill he quickly made a couple of annotations on his notes before casting a quick glance at his afflicted-first-year partner. Though he knew the Professor would never (and could never) harm them, he did hope she was faring okay. Like, she was little.

Wand at the ready, Zeke performed the "Aguamenti," charm and added two cups of water to his cauldron.

All Matt had time for was to give Ariadne a cheerful grin. He squinted his eyes as he tried to listen to what she was saying after that about dust or something, but his head was starting to spin like whoa. "Like the professor's pet over there!" He managed to say before shutting his eyes.

"I can feel it!! I CAN FEEL IT! IT'S WORKING!" He said as he held his head in a half-attempt to make it stop. He didn't quite want it to stop because that was FUN, but sooner than later he was starting to feel sick. Welp, this wasn't THAT fun. "I'm good, I'm good." The Gryffindor told the Slytherin anyway, giving her a thumbs up and a forced grin as he opened one of his eyes to look at her. He was OKAY.

Sorta.

"Whoa, my HEAD!" HE WAS LOSING IT. Or at least it felt like it.

See, he was good at the dramatics too!

Now that the first set of ingredients was added, it was time to heat everything. Readying her wand, Janelle said, 'Incendio". Once the heat was going, she turned the temperature down to medium and began the countdown. Checking her watch, she watched five seconds pass. Then Janelle noted the time. She had five minutes to kill, so she began to wash her dirty equipment in the meantime.

"How're you doing there Hugo?" Truthfully, the Prefect didn't look great.......but Janelle would never tell him that. "Hang on partner. I'll have the antidote ready before you know it." That was easy for her to say. She wasn't poisoned. As Janelle thought about it, she wasn't exactly looking forward to switching places. Fair was fair and she would have to take her turn at misery. For now though, she checked her watch and waited.

With the water added into the cauldron along with the ingredients it already held it was time for the next step. Picking up her wand once again she cast a quiet 'Incendio' underneath her cauldron to start up a flame bringing it up to medium temperature for five seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Hady counted out quietly before stepping back and allowing the antidote to brew now.

Having five minutes to spare was more then enough time to tick off each step she had already completed on her parchment as well as make note of what was to be done next. Once she had that taken care of her hazel eyes moved towards Brooklyn checking to see how she was doing...probably not all that well but at least she wasn't one of the students currently vomiting. The noise of it along with the smell was enough to make anyone sick if they already weren't.

However she couldn't think like that. Still having a little over a minute left before she could move on Hady began to clean up all the things she had used already with a simple 'scourgify' before setting them aside. No sense in wasting time that could be filled by making sure things were clean and tidy.

Rachel was so miserable. Even without this elixir, she had been having a bad day all because of Haddie and David. Yes, David too. The two of them... couldn't they put aside their idiocy and be friends? Thinking about this started to put the first year in an extremely bad mood. She lifted her head to glare over at the pair of them in turn. She didn't even notice that her crankiness was getting worse.

Her gaze rounded on Esme. "Are you almost done?'' she snapped, her tone harsh. "Really, it can't be that difficult to brew such a simple potion.'' Rachel's dark brown eyes glared at the Hufflepuff. If Esme couldn't do it, then maybe she should take over to brew her own antidote.

Directions were easy enough to follow, it was one of the things he appreciated most about potions class... everything was right there in front of you, all you could need. Ingredients, utensils, directions. Like really, what could possibly go wrong - aside from getting something wrong??? HA.

"It won't be long, promise," he added to reassure his partner.

Heating his cauldron to a medium temperature he counted out the five seconds before then leaving it to brew for five minutes. With a timer set, all he could do was wait.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked Bella, figuring now would be the time if she actually needed something.

"Nice to meet you Carl. You may call me Ilia." She smiled at the baby badger. Not every day someone had the nerve to say oh yes I'll chug an analog potion. "Don't worry, you are in good hands."She spared him a smile as she started to get her things straight. She didn't spare much time for banter before getting to work.

Okay, first thing was first.....powdering the bezoar. She took her mortar and added the bezoar. Pestle in hand, she carefully began to grind it, crushing it down into a superfine powder. Now this sort of thing, the sixteen year old was meticulous about. The smoother it was, the better that it would integrate with the rest of the ingredients.

Alright, now she took her measuring unit and gently scooped up some of her powder with it. Adding it one measure at a time, she ended with four precise measures. There we go.

Jace did look at Elsa’s head, and ever so gently placed his hands on her head trying to feel the tips of the non-existent horns. “Good news, you’re not growing any.” The Ravenclaw smiled at his partner. Jace quickly eyed his timer, and held up a hand at Elsa. “Time’s almost up. Just a few more minutes, and it will be ready!” he said rushing back to his cauldron.

Jace looked at the professor, catching his smile. The Ravenclaw grinned and nodded along in understanding as the old man confirmed his assumption. So the other ingredients are to reinforce the bezoar, and make it a super potion to counter most, if not all poisons. Jace took the last few seconds to write down quick notes on his parchment. As soon as he was done, he took a pinch of unicorn horn, added it to his solution, and stirred it twice clockwise.

1...2.

Jace took two mistletoe berries from his supplies, but paused when he heard Elsa speak up again...and heard the sloshing sound of her...puke inside the cauldron. Jace tried not to make a face, but...he did.

Eugh.

Onto the next step, Standard Ingredient. She wasn't overly thrilled about using pre-made.....she was a bit of an ingredients snob at times....but really it would work just fine. "So Carl, What do you think of Hogwarts so far? You're a first year right?" She asked absently as she began to measure out the Standard Ingredient. With each of her scoops, she ensured perfection by tapping the side of her measuring unit. It made the powders and such settle so that she got a more accurate scoop. Once it was perfectly level, she delicately sprinkled it into her pretty copper cauldron. Scoop number two and there we were.

Next part should be adding some liquid. Taking her separate liquid measuring scoop she used "Aguamenti" and carefully filled it. The more pure your ingredients, the more effective your potions her aunt always said. There was number one. "Aguamenti" here came number two. Ilia gently and slowly poured the water over the other ingredients so that nothing splashed and it began to sort of mix on its own.

Ohhhhhkaaaaayy. Was it bed time yet? With both hands pressed on her stomach, which was feeling a bit like it had that time she'd eaten rose just to see how it would taste (spoiler alert: not very good), Norah pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to concentrate on keeping her feet planted firmly on the chair. Feet. Chair. Yes.

When Yoongi spoke, she turned her head quickly to look at him, but the movement brought on a sudden pounding on her head which she had to lay on her knees before answering. "Ohh m'okay," she said slowly, watching him work with eyes slightly out of focus. The corner of her mouth twitched. "You've gone all blurry." She tried to smile but all she could get out of her mouth was another twitch. Oh man. Puking. Puking sounded good right now, too, but that would mean lifting her head and she wasn't entirely sure that was within the realm of possibility anymore. So. Just sitting and staring at the blobby thing that was Yoongi would have to suffice.

Norah opened her mouth to yawn, but a few hacking coughs came out instead. And then silence again. Silence from her, anyways, the rest of the room wasn't keeping as quiet as she would've liked but the ringing in her ears was doing an alright job of drowning that out. Her eyes drooped slightly. Must. Stay. Awake.

Bella waited a minute or so before the effects of the potion started to kick in. It was definitely something she wasn’t looking forward to. She looked around to see how others was fairing and that’s where it started. Everything started to look funny as her vision became disoriented and blurred. “It’s starting to…. wooaahhh….” She started, but stopped as when she looked at Zeke.

Was there two of him? No, of course it was the effect of the elixir. She had to remind herself of that fact. “You look… funny.” She giggled, swaying a little in her chair. It wasn't to bad at the moment so she was fine... for now. When asked if she needed anything she shook her head and giggled more.

Foggy? "Um, no." Was it foggy to Sam? That must be a side effect of the potion. He wondered if that potion had a point other than just to make the drinker feel awful. If so, why had it been invented? It seemed completely pointless. He also did not understand why someone had to feel awful so the other could brew the potion. It didn't really seem fair, or necessary. But whatever.

Olly had already looked at the board to prepare for the next step. After the five minutes were up he added a pinch of unicorn horn and grabbed the stirrer. He stirred once clockwise, and twice clockwise. He was glad this potion had such simple steps.

She rubbed her eyes, a dull achiness starting to form behind them in addition to the blurry vision. It was making her feel tired.

Oh so tired.

She yawned lightly, and moved so that she could rest her head on her arms against the table. From here, she could make out Oliver and cauldron through the fogginess that was now her eyes. "Imma jus' gonna lay 'ere 'nd watch yeh. Yeh doin' great...."

Yaaaaaaawn.

Well, someone was turning into a cranky pants, wasn't she? Esme decided not to get bothered by Rachel's tone because she knew that it wasn't her fault. She might be moody too if she was experiencing unpleasant side effects - which she would be shortly. "I'm going as fast as I can." It was weird to see the Ravenclaw so grumpy because she was always really happy. Well, happy when Haddie wasn't being a childish butt to her and drawing on her face...

Just have a little more patience and things will be back to normal in no time.

About to turn off the burner, she stopped herself. Good thing she had read the next steps or she would have missed the part about leaving the potion to boil for five minutes. Rat man was explaining things to Jace and then making his rounds. She sent him a smile as he headed her way; everything was juuuuuust fine at her workstation.

Finally the five minutes were up and Esme added the pinch of Unicorn horn. Wait a second... She raised her hand. to ask rat man a question. "No Unicorns were harmed in the process of getting their horns, were they?" Because if so she would NOT be happy.

SPOILER!!: Esme's Notes

ANTIDOTE TO COMMON POISONS

Ingredients:
1 Bezoar
2 measures of Standard Ingredient
1 pinch of unicorn horn
2 mistletoe berries
2 cups of water

Method:
Add 1 Bezoar to the mortar
Crush into a very fine powder using the pestle
Add 4 measures of the crushed Bezoar to your cauldron
Add 2 measures of Standard Ingredient to your cauldron
Add 2 cups of water to your cauldton
Heat to a medium temperature for 5 seconds
Leave to brew for 5 minutes
Add 1 pinch of Unicorn Horns to your cauldron
Stir 2 times, clockwise
Add 2 Mistletoe Berries to your cauldron
Stir 2 times, anti-clockwise
Leave to sit for at least 2 minutes before using

It was getting hard to think... or rather, it was getting hard concentrate on any one thought. They pranced in and out of her focus with a hazy energy suited for the girl herself.

And then the euphoria hit.

Now she couldn't focus, the room was swaying and spinning, she had a throbbing headache and her stomach was nauseated, but her mind was telling her how amazing it felt. Her brain was all like: This feels great! And Haddie was all: No, brain, it doesn't. It feels awful. Pffft, you're an idiot, this is incredible! HEY! I am not! You're mean!

Isn't Tenacius cute? Yes...

Haddie watched Tenacius work with a vaguely dreamy look in her eyes and giggle a bit, like an idiot.

You should tell him that.

And her brain was back to being a jerk. Haddie's eyes went wide and she shook her head furiously. It made her headache worse. She winced.

Tell him! No!

But then Haddie did tell him, or at least she thought she did. She giggled like an intoxicated fool and reached up and patted his hair. "You have great hair," she told him with another pat to the hair. "Have you considered mass producing your hair and selling it to the needy? I bet you can make a fortune!"

Yeah, because that was sooo much better than just saying he was cute. Shut up brain.

Hugo stood up and grabbed the chair. "Yeah, yeah.... I'm....okay" which obviously wasn't true 'cause he felt sick. So this...this is how it felt to die? Or being on the verge of dying. There was no light as they put it in the movies instead he had blurry vision and felt nauseous. He should have a bucket. Just in case.

At least Janelle was good at this so, he just needed to wait. WHICH WASN'T EASY. "My head is spinning. This is awful" he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He WAS NOT going to throw up. No sir, he refused to.

Hurry up, Janelle.

Tenacius returned to his table cradling the ingredients in his arms with such care. He looked at Haddie looking unsure for a second before knocking the faux poison in one go. Well heck, firsties as they are, he could tell this girl will be able to hold her drink. And that’s always good in his book.

He dropped the bezoar into the mortar, flipped the pestle into the air before catching it into his hand and began crushing the bezoar. Pound pound pound. Simple enough right? He eyed Haddie though because he could see that the poison was starting to take hold. Hobbling hinkypunks talk about working under pressure-- a life is dependent on this!

-- Oh wait, what is she doing?? Tenacius paused for a moment as he saw Haddie reaching out to him. IS THIS A CRY FOR HELP??? SHE IS TOO YOUNG TO DIIIIEEE.....

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What is she holding the mortar down for? Its not like it was rocking back and forth.

.... Unless she felt like she was rocking back and forth.

"Far be it for me to say I rock your world eh?"

Man he just cracks himself up today.

When he was finished throwing up and feeling slightly better, he looked up and saw Ava was giving him a glass of water. He nodded and took one sip. He still felt the throw up in his mouth which was disgusting and he went to the sink he had and spit out the aftermath. Well now his mouth felt slightly clean. He was still feeling a little dizzy. He went back to sitting on the chair and still kept drinking the water. "Thanks.." he nodded towards Ava. Alright he should stop nodding because it made his head feel worse. Now here comes the coughing the Professor warned them about. He was now having a fit of coughs. He tried to calm them down but it wasn't working on his own. He began to have more water and that helped a little bit. He mouth still felt dry. Nothing water can't fix.

He tried to look at Ava but she seemed blurry. Man this potion was a horrid one. This was like everything a person hated to feel. "I think I might need aspirin.." he muttered starting to feel his headache getting worse.

And whowudathunkit that that ugly 'ol bezoar could become such a wonderfully fine powder eh?

.... Of course his scrawny arms had a lot to do with that too so yeah, figurative kissing of the biceps there haha.

The curly top took the mortar and pinched out the bezoar powder, sprinkling it into the cauldron. Four of these, no more no less. He eyed Haddie and for a second. He was tempted to sprinkle in a few more, just to make sure his potion would really work. But.... Nah. Bezoar might even taste bad and the last thing he wanted was to give something that Haddie might just spit out in disgust, no matter how necessary it was for her to take it.

See that’s what Iron Chefs do-- they come up with creations that is so delectable that people will claw each other's eyes out to have even a taste of it. Even if its made out of paper. Taste-- the ultimate trickster.

But now it was time for the Standard Ingredient. He heard the Professor talk about it just as he took the packet in his hand. Yeah he really do want to find out how to make this. Iron Chefs make EVERYTHING because EVERYTHING has to be qualified for the HIGHEST standard in the creations they make.

Two measures goes into the cauldron, one and two.

Now that everything had been added to the cauldron, it was time to turn up the heat. He pulled out the timer from his bag. It was shaped like an egg, and shimmered like dragon scales. His mother had given it to him when he showed interest in making potions. It was pretty, sure, but it was reliable, and that's what Austin loved about it.

Austin set the heat to medium and began counting. "One failed potion... Two failed potions... Three failed potions... Four failed potions... Five failed potions..." Once the five seconds were up, Austin left the potion to brew. He turned the timer to five minutes, and thus began a very long five minutes.

It was long because there was nothing to distract him. The Unicorn horn was already crushed, and the berries had to be put in whole. All he had left to do was worry about Scarlett. She hadn't said much (or maybe he wasn't paying much attention) and he was worried he wasn't working fast enough.

And now its time for the universal solvent! Tenacius takes hold of the bottle and looks at the clear liquid inside it. How would he know if this is even PURE water eh? Pure as in no other living thing is doing the synchronized swimming in it? He should boil this and filter it and and....

.... The curly top blinked. Earlier it looked like Haddie was going to do that hilariously cheesy exorcist moment with her head (because Muggles are such pros when it comes to anything cheese), but now she said something. And she patted his curls.

Tenacius just looked at her. And stood still. And looked some more. What is it about people wanting to touch curly hair? Its just hair. Hair that tangles up way too quickly and is an absolute pain in every sense of the word. A diva growing out from the top of your head. A hundred scrawny twirling divas. Yeah.

"Uh.. Thank you!" genuine reply is genuine though. He does agree that his hundred scrawny little twirling divas does look great. "That hasn’t occurred to me... But I'd certainly consider that." nod nod. He'll just think this is the faux poison taking ahold of poor Haddie.

And all the more reason why he should succeed with this potion!

He looked at the bottle of water and huffed. This better be potable, because he got no time to purify it. He takes the cup and measure out two cups of water, pouring them onto the cauldron. Crank up the heat, plop in the thermometer "Burn baby burn...."

Aaaaaand medium temperature reached. He moved quickly to scale back his flame to give the brew a nice simmer.