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"Now add the cup of whale oil from the side, letting it drizzle in slow and low." She said showing them, "Now for the fun part..." She placed a nose clam on. She then sent a basket of them around the room. "Take one and put it on."
She waited a moment and then summoned her jar of troll dumg. "The clamp will help, but it won't mask it all so... try not to throw up in the cauldron."
She added the content of the Mountain Troll Dung jar. If that Branxton kid was grossed out by the mucus, she wondered what would happen with this. "Just add it in as quickly as you can."
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McFeisty Oh pooh. She just wrinkled her nose in disgust and took her nose clamp and quickly - a little too quickly placed it onto her nose. A little squeak of discomfort later she was ready to start with the next step.
She carefully picked up the cup of whale oil and started to drizzle in the oil. Low and slow of course as demonstrated. Her nose clamp was on a little longer than it should have been but it was best to get used to it.
Two cups? WHY two cups? She thought as the stench of Troll dung began to fill the air with its acrid - gag scent.
"Oh god I'm going to be sick" she groaned a whistling sound emanating from her nose as she tried to breath - but breathing only made it worse. She gagged a bit as she quickly dropped it into the cauldron. The scent just seeping out to her covered nose yet again.
The stench was so overpowering that all she could do to stop from throwing up in her cauldron was to turn her head slightly. The contents of her stomach unfortunately finding a new home on the floor, and some unfortunate fellow students and people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
On the bright side. She felt loads better.
Oh, oh... Merlin. Mo watched helplessly as one of his favorite people projectiled all over another. That. Was. Disgusting. It was actually upsetting how disgusting it was, because it meant that Mo couldn't rush to assist in cleaning up without worrying that he was going to join in the digestive pyrotechnics. He was literally distraught over not being able to help.
Mo clamped the nose plug thingy on his nose, took a steadying breath, and scooted around his work station to offer a handkerchief to Queen Alice and his sleeve to Creepy Mika. "You should sit down and try some deep breathing. You're looking... pale." That's what his mother said whenever he was sick. He looked pale. He needed toast and tea. "You need toastandtea," Mo whispered to Mika, very seriously, before scurrying back to his own work station. They'd get it later. Some for Alice too.
Whale oil (which was NOT mustard oil). Mo glanced back at Alice and Mika before drizzling the oil into the cauldron. 'Round and 'round and 'round. It almost made him forget about how putrid the next part was going to be. Almost, but when Mo finished the oil, he
knew what was coming next. Troll. Dung.
TROLL DUNG. Mo scowled darkly at the jar as he yanked off the lid and slopped the gunk into his cauldron. There was a
little splash-back, but none got on Mo or on his work station, so he counted it as a win. Or a draw, 'cause it stunk and NO ONE was winning at the moment.
HOW LONG WOULD HE SMELL LIKE THIS?