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itsjustjesse · 01-09-2014, 09:49 PM

So the Professor didn’t seem to be alarmed by her strong-looks. Honestly that was just the [/i]look[/i] she gave when she was thinking a little too hard. It was similar to the look she gave when playing quidditch and commentating – anything that needed foresight. She knew her eyes had widened and they probably had mischievous light to them when the potion was explained. They were going to learn the fire-breathing potion?

This could come in handy…she could imagine the scenarios where it could be very necessary – like when you don’t have any matches, or a wand available and you need to start a fire to keep warm. Just drink the potion and blow flames on a pile of logs and start an immediate campfire. She could, of course see the issues with it – accidental fires, burning down houses, bedrooms, and even schools. Why was she smiling at this?

Oh. Right. It was because like her boyfriend she herself was a complete and total pyromaniac – maybe just a little less of one then he was.

Taking her wand in hand and sort of twirling it in her fingers as she listened to the questions and answers…was anyone else getting sort of antsy? Did anyone else just want to start making the potion and not answer lame – no mega-lame questions? Oh wait…they were starting! Finally what was that an hour of incessant talking?

She stopped twirling her wand and pointed it at the cauldron. “Scourgify” she pointed and shifted the cauldron making sure it was completely and utterly clean. It was now at least. Carefully she placed it back on the yet unlit burner and pointed her wand again into the depth of the cauldron. “Aguamenti” the water poured from the tip of her wand as if it were the spigot of a sink. “Finite” she muttered as the water filled to one third of the way up. She then took her time to clean off her mortar and pestle, her knives, and stirrers just so be safe. She never knew when she'd need them right?

She didn’t light anything – even if she wanted to light things aflame. She thought it was tedious...honestly, having to go and collect powdered feathers she could have easily chopped them herself until they looked as if they had been ground into a powder in her mortar and pestle…but no, Professor does-it-for you had chopped them for her already. Which might have been a nice thing if she hadn't been excited to make her own powdered feathers. Getting up, rather slowly she skulked her way up to the desk and collected the powder before returning to her seat and adding the feathers into the cauldron she carefully stirred the concoction with a wooden stick until it looked uniform. So, she had to set the heater to high? She thought as she quickly set it, and nothing…right burners needed to be lit right?

“Incendio” she lit the burner and watched as it – with the heater set to high began to warm the potion. She quickly added in the mycosis fungus into her mortar and began to crush them with her pestle. Thirty seconds into it she added some water into her mortar and shook it a bit just in hopes that they would mix a little better. Carefully she moved the fungus-water-mixture over the potion and carefully added it in and then waited.

SPOILER!!: potion notes

01-09-2014, 09:49 PM	#246 (permalink)
itsjustjesse Fwooper Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the void Posts: 21,838 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10	catching up & megga-posty-posting HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED So the Professor didn’t seem to be alarmed by her strong-looks. Honestly that was just the [/i]look[/i] she gave when she was thinking a little too hard. It was similar to the look she gave when playing quidditch and commentating – anything that needed foresight. She knew her eyes had widened and they probably had mischievous light to them when the potion was explained. They were going to learn the fire-breathing potion? This could come in handy…she could imagine the scenarios where it could be very necessary – like when you don’t have any matches, or a wand available and you need to start a fire to keep warm. Just drink the potion and blow flames on a pile of logs and start an immediate campfire. She could, of course see the issues with it – accidental fires, burning down houses, bedrooms, and even schools. Why was she smiling at this? Oh. Right. It was because like her boyfriend she herself was a complete and total pyromaniac – maybe just a little less of one then he was. Taking her wand in hand and sort of twirling it in her fingers as she listened to the questions and answers…was anyone else getting sort of antsy? Did anyone else just want to start making the potion and not answer lame – no mega-lame questions? Oh wait…they were starting! Finally what was that an hour of incessant talking? She stopped twirling her wand and pointed it at the cauldron. “Scourgify” she pointed and shifted the cauldron making sure it was completely and utterly clean. It was now at least. Carefully she placed it back on the yet unlit burner and pointed her wand again into the depth of the cauldron. “Aguamenti” the water poured from the tip of her wand as if it were the spigot of a sink. “Finite” she muttered as the water filled to one third of the way up. She then took her time to clean off her mortar and pestle, her knives, and stirrers just so be safe. She never knew when she'd need them right? She didn’t light anything – even if she wanted to light things aflame. She thought it was tedious...honestly, having to go and collect powdered feathers she could have easily chopped them herself until they looked as if they had been ground into a powder in her mortar and pestle…but no, Professor does-it-for you had chopped them for her already. Which might have been a nice thing if she hadn't been excited to make her own powdered feathers. Getting up, rather slowly she skulked her way up to the desk and collected the powder before returning to her seat and adding the feathers into the cauldron she carefully stirred the concoction with a wooden stick until it looked uniform. So, she had to set the heater to high? She thought as she quickly set it, and nothing…right burners needed to be lit right? “Incendio” she lit the burner and watched as it – with the heater set to high began to warm the potion. She quickly added in the mycosis fungus into her mortar and began to crush them with her pestle. Thirty seconds into it she added some water into her mortar and shook it a bit just in hopes that they would mix a little better. Carefully she moved the fungus-water-mixture over the potion and carefully added it in and then waited. SPOILER!!: potion notes Fire-breathing Potion •3 goose feathers (chopped WELL that they look like powder) •5 centimetre square of parasites (mycosis fungus) •Roughly 2 centimetre square fire-crab shell (prepared) •One fire slug •8 drops of salamander blood •Some flobberworm mucus (depends on how much rigidity one wants) 1) Fill your cauldron 1/3 with water, please, and do not light a fire undernearth. 2) Add the powdered feather and stir clock wise with a wooden stick until it looks homogenous, then turn the heater to high and add culture of mycosis fungus into your mortar. 3) Once they are in the mortar, crush them with pestle for thirty seconds or so, add some water on them and shake the mortar a little for them to mix better with water. Then, add them calmly to the potion. __________________ IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________ IF YOU MAKE HER ____________ Last edited by itsjustjesse; 01-10-2014 at 12:08 AM.