 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
Okay. Easy enough. And there would be a cool explosion to punctuate having done it right? That was an extra bonus. Sophie slid off one glove to pick up her wand and cast "Scourgify!" at her potions knife. With her gloves back on, she placed the slug in front of her and picked up the knife. She prodded at the slug a few times with a gloved finger, wrinkling her nose when it squished. It was a juicy little thing. It was kinda cool, but it would be less cool if it squirted all over when she cut into it, yeah? Only because she had come so far in trying to keep a neat station to impress this new professor guy who seemed to prize cleanliness above all else. But, looking around, everyone else's slugs didn't seem to be squirting them when they cut into it, so Sophie took her knife and made a very precise incision down the middle of the slug from its head to tail, no slug guts flying. Still, poor little guy.
Most important part, she heard Culloden's words ring in her ears, her expression determined. Had it been a minute? Yes. Good. Right. Leaning away from the cauldron but with her arms fully extended, she added the two fire slug pieces and quickly took her hands away thereafter, suspense building...
BOOOOOM!
Coooooool. Her face now an image of delight at the burning surface, Sophie looked on at it mesmerized for a moment before leaning toward the cauldron to blow out the fire. It took her a few long seconds and she tried not to panic when she couldn't get one part to extinguish, but soon enough, everything was in order.
The Ravenclaw took a second to scribble down the new steps as the professor spoke, already eyeballing the salamander blood. That was the most disgusting part, in her opinion, even moreso than the fungus. At least the fungus stuff had been burned and was, at least in her mind, less disgusting that way. But the blood? As one of the last ingredients, Sophie couldn't help but feel like those measly eight drops would taste poorly. Even though it wasn't like any of the ingredients were particularly pleasurable to the palette, she imagined.
Upon being given the go-ahead, she added the eight drops of salamander blood to the cauldron, then slipped off her gloves to pick up her wand. She scourgified the gloves on the tabletop - still just cleaning up after herself to please the cool new professor guy - before following his instructions, switching between two stirs counter-clockwise and two stirs clockwise until she had stirred the potion sixteen times total, her eyes focused on the potion's color as she went. When she was finished, she was beyond pleased to find that the surface had morphed into the deepest shade of blue, almost black, even. She considered it for a moment - the night sky was almost black, wasn't it? So maybe this was the proper color?
Volunteer? Nah. Not her. Maybe with a less disgusting potion in the future.
So, she set off to pluck a tablespoon from her potions kit, cast another quick, "Scourgify!" at it, then measured out the flobberworm mucus. Still gross. She added it to the cauldron, observed as it settled into the potion, and sat back to first clean all her utensils, then she began to make notes and further observations.
All in all, it had been a fun potion to make. Did she want to try it, though? Not particularly. She did stay quite focused on the three volunteers, though, a grin playing upon her lips in curiosity as to how their potion-drinking was going to go.
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