Originally Posted by Tegz

And he had a question in the meantime. He stuck his hand up. "Professor how come we use a wooden spoon for the flobberworm mucus?" Like there was a reason that she'd specified the KIND of spoon?

Originally Posted by Rosa Chispa Princessa

Then she walked over to professor Lafay keeping in mind that she was only looking to make things right. She tapped on her shoulder, "Excuse me what you said to my friend and fellow Gryffie Lexi was really uncalled for. Threatening death on a student for any reason even if you don't mean it is not right.".

Originally Posted by CassiopeiaAKTF

Daichi looked down in his cauldron and thought he was doing a pretty good job so far. No explosions or weird bubbling bubbles came from it. Measuring out the armadillo bile , the Slytherin stirred the cauldron fast but not to fast that he would get splatters everywhere...he had learned that the hard way in his first year, or had it been his second? mweh.

He was about to drop 2 ounces of armadillo bile when a small kid looked inside his cauldron. Raising his eyebrow, Daichi turned his head to see who it was and when he saw Eliza he smiled a little. "Having trouble?" he asked before he dropped the 2 ounces in the cauldron. While he waited , he grabbed the wooden spoon and when the spinning stopped he added 4 cups of flobberworm mucus like instructed.

Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Her ears went into shock for a moment when she heard what the girl had decided to bother the Professor about. This. Wouldn't. End. Well. She knew it and Oichi should have known it. Lex felt she needed to fix this before something BAD happened so she quickly hurried over to her and rested a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Umm...Oichi...it's fine..." Her eyes shifted to the Professor nervously, she had already been sent back to her cauldron once, she shouldn't have left it a second time but she was sure the Professor wasn't appreciating the talk from the older Gryffindor girl. "You should um...you should sit before the Professor gets mad." She continued in a whisper. Then she looked up at the Professor juuuuust a little bit bolder this time. "I a-apologize f-for her Professor. I think she might have done something wrong with her mixture and the fumes got to her...it's not her fault..." PleaseDon'tGetMadAndKillThemBoth. She didn't WANT to DIE >___<

Originally Posted by fanficfanatict

As Selina was copying Dylan's notes looking over some clerical parts of Dylan's notes, the redhead got sort of all involved in her writings. So much so that when she heard Dylan's voice she sort of zoned him out, luckily for her he had been talking to Cambridge. But there was something about Selina that just let her sort of turn off her listening ears. It was her most POWERFUL weapon. What?- was her favorite response to every topic of conversation. Mostly because people got really irritating really fast at this school and tuning them out was usually the best way to handle them. Not that the Head Girl EVER tuned anyone out ever... ahem.

Anyway, when she tuned back into the world she heard Dylan yammering off to someone. Looking over to him she saw he was talking to ickle Cambridge. As much as she really did GENUINELY like Cambridge- because the ickle was adorable- whenever Selina saw Cambridge it was like instaheadache because where Cambridge went trouble followed. It was wildly endearing on her, but she could not help but wonder what the younger Gryffindor was up to.

SO she turned up her listening ears and went back to scribbling on her notes so she could listen to their conversation. 'Sides, Dylan got all Daddy Dylan whenever he spoke to Cambridge, which never ceased to amuse Selina. Listening to a little of their conversation while she scribbled she figured out that Cambridge was indeed lost. Heh. Must be a Gryffindor thing with potions because it seemed that Selina was NOT the only one who was rubbish at it. Well come on, potions was hard and confusing and also temperamental. There was not much to like about the class. At least in her opinion.

And then Daddy Dylan showed up. He was all nice and promised to help Cambridge once he was done with this. The redhead wondered if he knew that she was onto him. He was a nice guy underneath all of that really nice hair that he wouldn't let her braid.

When Dylan returned to Selina, she shot him a knowing smirk about Cambridge and laughed a little, "Going to go and check on her, Daddy Dylan?" She made sure that she said it low enough so that only the two of them could hear, but at least she knew that HE would hear it. And yes, she was making fun of him a little. At the same time, though, she thought it was sweet he was all caring and stuff of Alexa the headache enduser.

Wait, watching who? Oh the Professor? She rose her eyebrow and said, "Um, what do you think?" She WAS after all in this bet to WIN it. Duh.

Pulling her hair back in a quick braid, because all of the ingredients were starting to get gross and she didn't want it in her hair, she watched Dylan move onto the next steps. Yeah, yeah... something else equaled something else. This wasn't Arithmancy, Dylan. She didn't need a number lesson.

Doing as he said, she filled up the cup with the correct amount of Armadillo bile, which was two ounces, and then put it to the side. It was time to spin stuff around. Taking the stirrer from earlier, she began to spin it around counterclockwise as fast as she could. Once that was going full speed, she dropped the bile in there and watched it spin around until it finally got lost in the potion. Then she sat and waited for it to stop spinning around and around, it was sort of fun to watch actually, before she moved onto the next step.

Then she measured out the flobberworm mucus and started to load it into the potion with the wooden spoon. Yeah? Was that right? Well, that was how Dylan did it so she was going to do that.

When she did finally look over at Dylan she noticed that he looked kind of funny. Raising her eyebrow, she was about to ask why until she suddenly got a whiff. Yeah... that was why... ew.

Taking her notebook of perfection, she started to scribble down.