Post Three Vanessa the Snot Girl l Rachels Rule | rock,tumble,&roll ❆ adorable coffee bean
His potion looked the right color. That made Clement happy. It obviously meant he was doing something right. He nodded, giving it a nice good look. He knew he was only at the start though. He hadn't exactly put all his ingredients in yet. Looking away from her perfect potion, so he would say himself, he looked back at his text books. "Chopped dried Nettles..." He murmured, glancing down at his nettles. Well they were kind of dry. More dry than they had been when he had collected them. Clement shrugged, and quickly cut up the remaining nettle leaves. He tried to be as careful as possible, figuring that them being neatly cut would be very good. It took him a few minutes, but he wanted them to be as neat as possible. He glanced back at the text book, before placing the chopped nettles into the cauldron gently. They floated on the top, and he glanced at the text book again. Ahh. They were supposed to do that. Very good.
"Stir 10 times clockwise....leave for 5 minutes...then stir 5 times anti-clockwise." He nodded, picking his wand up again, before stirring the potion 10 times in the clockwise direction. Now he needed to let the thing simmer for 5 minutes. He sat back down again, just watching the clock. Oh wow. Time was certainly going to go slow if he just watched the clock. Changing his focus of attention, he read the instructions in his text book again, though this was like the fifth time he had. The next time he looked up at the clock it had just gone 5 minutes. "Perfect."
Picking up his wand again, he stirred the potion 5 times anti-clockwise. Hmm. The potion was still the green color it had been before. He consulted the textbook again, and nodded. That was kind of right. It was a little bit too dark. But that was okay. So he thought anyway. Moving onto the next set of instructions then.
__________________ It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix 
But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain |