 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
Still oblivious to anyone's attention on her besides Culloden's, Sophie faltered slightly when Culloden did not, in fact, reassure her that she was doing a good job, and instead used the whole... concerned, pitying, I'm-sad-for-you and I'll-give-you-special-treatment tone.
A sure way to nearly get her to crack, Culloden.
"I am fantastic," she replied, not at all keeping her voice down so everyone KNEW she was fine and there was nothing to worry about over here. The Head Girl had it under control. Just another day, being a good role model and not letting people down and setting a good example for all her peers!!!!!!!
...Then, after a brief moment, her eyes flickered back up to meet his, and she very, very subtly shook her head and mouthed, No. No, she wasn't okay, and no, she didn't want to go out. She WAS fine. She wasn't going to skip potions, her favorite class of all. But surely he understood that, right?
And, as if to prove her point, she tapped her watch, letting him know her eight minutes were finishing up, so she had to get back to work. With a non-verbal casting of the levitation charm, Soph added the eight egg parts to her cauldron, plucked her clean metal stick from her kit, and stirred clockwise as quickly as she could and as evenly as she could so the potion wouldn't come shooting up over the sides until, low and behold, her potion turned a lovely shade of purple.
After a quick cleaning of her metal stick, Soph put on her clean gloves and measured out eight teaspoons of moonstone and the thorns of eight roses into separate containers. With that ready, she picked up her container of moonstone with one hand and sprinkled the contents into the cauldron, watching carefully as the powder dissolved into the liquid below. Once it was all added, she quickly scooped up the container of rose thorns with her other gloved hand and added them to the cauldron. Relieved to be keeping up well considering outside factors, Soph took the dropper and sucked up the salamander blood with it, then held the dropper over the cauldron to very carefully and meticulously let one drop fall inside... two... three... all the way up to seven... and, on the last drop into the cauldron, with a smile on her face as the mother-of-pearl sheen was present, the entire dropper squeezed out from between her fingers and plunged down into the cauldron below.
.........................Wibble. WIBBLE.
SHE WAS NOT OKAY.
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