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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Roman Gellar
Slytherin Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arden Toros
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SPOILER!!: Professssor Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine  Text Cut: Questions
Cosgrach nodded at her, oblivious to her grating and whatnot.
"Not the main ingredient, but it serves for that purpose, yes."
...
And then, after some time, Annabeth had to be dramatic again.
Cosgrach didn't even understand WHY she was SHOUTING, but he was next to her shortly after. Cleaning his hands magically, he placed the wormwood under the knotgrass and bringing two ends of it together, neatly tied it.
"There."
Ah, these firsties.
He walked by the kid and pointed at the wormwood. "This one." The kid (Hugo, right, yes) could tie it by himself though, right?
Right.
Hayden with questions again!
Maybe he shouldn't even leave her side. Not that he minded. Questions showed she wanted to LEARN, and that was his job here. So not bothered at all, he was in eye-contact with her again and shook his head at her first question.
"Ice is cold," he said in the simplest form, "and we need cold now." That was the reason they didn't light a fire, but added ice, see? They would keep the temperature low.
"As for carrots, not every ingredient have to be magical. The magic of other ingredients is enough. Carrot itself helps with especially the eyes, both physically and metaphorically to see the faults of that person, and the potioneers still don't know why half of it has to be grated, but this is the best way it works." In potions, as well as in pretty much everything in the world, you just didn't know everything.
"Wormwood is the symbol of bitterness, and it tastes bitter as well Bound with knotgrass, every feeling you have changes into bitterness and hatred."
Cosgrach briefly laughed at the question, not because it was funny, but because...
"I was going to ask you guys that in the next lesson." It didn't matter, though, he could still ask that and see how many of them had paid attention now.
"Their magical properties, as well as chemical ones, combined with your magical abilities makes a potion, potion."
Text Cut: Mistakes/On purpose stuff
Of all students...
Cosgrach didn't have time for disappointment, though. He shook his head, too focused for words, drew his wand, cleaned a spoon from her kit and fished out the leeches with it. He then examined them and vanished them the next second, cleaned the spoon and put it on her table. It took him only a minute or less while he did those, so Jasmine could keep silent in that time?
"No need to start over," he said at last as he looked at her, "but I hope you're aware this'll be a poor work. It's okay, though, I know mistakes happen. You may continue." He shrugged and smiled.
See this, class? He didn't EAT everyone that made a mistake.
...???
Cosgrach raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "If you made a mistake but not let me know, I promise you it'll be bad." But she was, uh, at least 15 years old, pretty much sane and responsible now, so he let her be and walked to another student.
He would be watching her, though. He certainly would.
Actually... his potion was becoming a fail.
Cosgrach wasn't quite in the mood to check every single student, so while he was busy with another one, Kace added the carrots before the ice had melted. Which was a problem, actually. But this was a hate potion, and it hated, well, everything, so it didn't give any warning.
Hopefully, Kace would understand his mistake. If not...
Y'know, this was the phase Cosgrach would expect a student to mess up the least, so he didn't sit down with them and counted their cubes. So he didn't see Benny add eleven too. So he couldn't vanish his potion. And this was a sly potion, meaning it didn't usually warn people if they got a step wrong, and Benny's wasn't different than the rest of the class, so...
Oops.
Kyroh accepted it so simly? Wow. This kid was someone else's . He couldn't be a Scabior.
Anyways. A Scabior or not, Cosgrach actually liked the kid and nodded at him.
"Sure." Then, he would certainly award him some points, because inventing was hard.
And nobody knew, since the potion barely gave any hints about it. It looked as if it was all correct.
...and watching...and watching...
"I believe that's about right stirring." Not that Cosgrach was 100% sure, because he wasn't anyone's potion-sitter. And anyway, the GIRL would be the one drinking that, so not really his problem.
Cosgrach walked to the front and tapped the blackboard with his wand again.
"If you have done everything right, the steam from your potion should be visible to the eye and it should make you only slightly nauseous. If you don't feel anything, then you might as well vanish it and start over."
Was that clear? He paused briefly and then continued with reading the next steps.
"Stir eleven times clockwise with wooden stick. Do clean it before using. Then add two crow feathers. Stir once clockwise with metal stick. Add another two feathers and stir clockwise with metal stick again. Go on like this until all feathers are added. Do not stir after the last couple of feathers. You don't have to remove metal every time to clean it - just keep it inside the cauldron until last feather is added."
All clear?
Now, who was vanishing their potions?
OOC: Like Cosgrach has said, the nausea feeling isn't strong enough to make your character vomit. The steams only affect the brewer, so the wrong ones won't be affected by other vapours. Wrong potions do look as if they are all right, though (in case your characters want to fake it  ).
This is a catch up point, as I'll post again probably more than 24 hours later.
Eden looked up at the professor again, FRIGHTENED. Right. Um. No. She was too far in to go back now--so she just cleared her throat and nodded. "I--My potion is fine--thanks, professor--" she hadn't messed up NOPE NOT HERE.
She would just have to do her best, now. There was steam from her potion, yes, and the color was looking like other's in here--but she felt NO nausea at all. Well. Time to see how well she could act. She held her nose a little and acted like--OH THIS IS GROSS--but in reality--nothing. She sighed inwardly. OKAY. Time to try to....remedy the potion, now. She shot Layla a quick look before continuing...
Time to COUNT correctly, too. Eden began to stir in the right direction--eleven whole times--saying the numbers aloud to herself, but low enough not to disturb others. She squinted up at the board again because it was hard to keep up with his talking. She set the metal rod down, and set it down before picking up the two feathers. After adding them, she watched the potion for a minute---okay...the smell might be a little stinky? Who knew. Maybe she was making it up to herself so that it seemed more...realistic? UGH. She picked up the metal stick again and began to stir in the opposite direction. This was a bit like cooking. It was just...soooo precise, and much hard than cooking, she supposed.
There were lots of feathers, man. Lots. So she just kept doing that--adding two, then stirring--until the plunked the last two into her brew and watched the steam rise. It did smell rather icky, now. Maybe her potion wasn't LONG gone. Not PERFECT, but not LONG gone, either.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |