Dylan was doing some light organizing, ingredients-wise. They always seemed to add things according to how they were listed, so he was preparing the armadillo bile...as he assumed that would be the next thing.

...And by prepare, the Captain was just getting it within reach.

Naturally, when he heard someone start talking to him rather quickly, he nearly dropped the ingredient, whirling around to see one of his favorite Gryffindors standing there, looking at him. "Alexa." Yea, he and Skylar had an ickle...and that ickle was Cambridge. Still though, he was relieved it was her. Anyone else would have gotten a severe stink-eye. "...No...I just cleaned mine because I had egg-goo on them and I didn't want something weird happening when I picked up the sulfur."...because he himself didn't know if something would happen. Better to be safe than sorry.

...And that answered one of Alexa's questions. Aww, for shame. Lafay was getting ill. Dylan was loathed to see that.

Giving his ickle a look, though...he lowered his voice and winked. "Let me finish my next step and I'll come check on you, okay?" Also, he'd duplicate his notes for her...because it was her...and he was in a giving mood. This happy-feeling...It was good stuff. The Slytherin quickly decided he rather liked it...

After ruffling her hair, Dylan turned back to Selina.

Now, back down to business.

Skylar was being awfully sassy...which in turn made him smirk and roll his eyes some. He wasn't too bothered, really. This was the nature of their friendship...and he enjoyed it. The barbs. "Now, were you watching her?"...Seriously, Dylan felt he needed to ask. "If you don't have measuring cups, you can always do the tablespoon method..."...He was just giving information for information's sake. "One ounce equals TWO tablespoons."...because some people preferred it to to measuring cups. Yea, his American was showing.

Anyway, for this, cups it would be...It just sounded like they'd need to immediately add the bile as a whole. So, no time for individual tablespoons...He grinned, pulling silver cups from his bag. After scourgifying them, he carefully scooped out two ounces of the gooey bile. Setting it to the side but within reach, Dylan nodded. "Now we just stir like Professor Lafay demonstrated. If it's moving fast enough, it should funnel in the middle. Clockwise. Remember that." Once again, not passing judgments here. He got them mixed up, too.

Lots of BOSS-stirring later, the potion was twirling and moving at a fast, steady pace. Picking up the pre-measured armadillo bile, Dylan dumped it in...stepping away from the potion after doing so. "Then we wait until it stops moving, like she said. We can take this time to measure out the mucus."

And...could he just say...the potion was starting to REALLY smell?! It was already a bad combination of things...Merlin. The Slytherin Captain was going to inquire about the bubble-head charm...after he threw up...Wait, NO! He couldn't throw up. Not yet. That was showing massive weakness. So...he needed to act like he wasn't bothered....Right.

Quickly preparing the flobberworm mucus, Dylan sat back, crossing his arms and holding his breath. Remembering the wooden spoon, he rolled his eyes and plucked the one from his case. Scourgifying it, he set it to the side...When the potion finally settled down, he moved forward, picking up the four ounces of mucus he'd gotten ready. "Remember...your wooden spoon." The words were gritted out. The Slytherin didn't want to chance smelling anything...His stomach was already turning uneasily. And seriously...if he spewed in front of everyone in this class, he'd be forever embarrassed.

So, yea. NO BREATHING...

Adding the four ounces of mucus with the spoon, Dylan tried just breathing with his mouth...and not through is nose. Dear Merlin.

Just...

UGH.

Pulling his notebook closer, he silently updated his progress. He hoped Skylar was listening and doing the same with hers.