05-12-2014, 11:34 PM
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#190 (permalink)
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| Pogrebin
Join Date: May 2009 Location: London
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Graduated
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| urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Didn't she say that he shouldn't help the kid next time? Why else would she be suggesting that he should tell the boy to get help from her, instead?
Jeez, girls were WEIRD.
Instead of retorting with a sassy comment, Grayson just nodded once at Lex. Just to say that he had understood and registered what she had said. Besides, starting an argument in the class wouldn't be ideal. He actually liked Potions, thank you very much.
Speaking of potion, he was going to go back to concentrating on that. The heat was lowered to medium before the fourth year glanced down at his watch and made a mental note of the time. The Professor had been specific about this particular set of instructions. A little too specific and clear about this, even talking slowly. If Grayson didn't know any better, he'd say that the man was annoyed. Or growing impatient. Or even trying not to shout at someone.
Whatever.
Grayson pulled the bowl, cup and metal spoon closer towards him and gave all three a magical clean in turn. Taking hold of the cup, he headed up towards the front of the classroom to collect the re'em blood. This visit really wasn't as exciting as the one with the dragon heart. Sure, that one had included a bit more focus with the measurement but it had been a DRAGON heart. Man, he wanted to see a dragon with his own eyes. Sigh.
Collecting up the cup of re'em blood, Grayson returned to his seat again. The re'em blood was added into the clean bowl, along with the salamander blood. What a bloody mixture. The fourteen year old took hold of the metal spoon and dipped it into the blood mix. Five clockwise stirs took place, followed by five counter clockwise stirs. Then the bowl was set aside. Off you go!
His blue eyes glanced up at the board. Griffin claw. Powdered. Uh huh. He pulled the mortar and pestle closer towards him and gave both of them a magical clean. The claw was then added into the mortar before he glanced down at his watch. Just over three and a half minutes had gone by. Quick crushing, then. Taking hold of the pestle, the Slytherin crushed the claw as quickly as he could, only stopping to tilt the mortar to see how fine the powder was.
There. Done.
Were the minutes up yet?
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