Honor the dragons... That sounded like the best thing to Beverly. Her eyes might of glazed over a bit all dream-like. Yep. Her brother was getting a five foot letter about the awesomeness of this lesson.

Notes were jotted down at the speed of light and by the time the professor was done listing ingredients, Beverly's long brown locks were in a braid. She was ready to get down to business.

After getting up to get the ingredients they were told about, Beverly drew her wand and performed a the cleaning charm on her supplies. Dad and Grandmother were really big on that, they sometimes made it seem if she didn't do that she'd blow up and die a painful death.

Before adding the first of ingredients she filled her, now very sparkling clean, cauldron 1/3 of the way with water. Beverly probably looked like a robot. She did everything as instructed: added the powdered feathers, stirred clockwise. Then crushed the mycosis fungus in the mortar, gloves on and all. She'd gotten a hard lesson about that too back home, and she didn't want smelly fingers.

Narrowing her eyes at the mixture in the mortar, making sure she'd done just as instructed, she added it to the potion...calmly.

Her attention briefly wander over the to boy asking what 'homogenous' meant. "To look the same; consistent." She snapped her mouth close after blurting that out. She spoke in front of people...again. And it embarrassed her. Beverly turned back to her cauldron and stared at it. What was the next step? Huh, HUH?