When he was sure Scarlett wasn't going to fall off the stool, Austin went back to the potion. The powder seemed fine by eye, but just to be sure, he spent another minute crushing. He wanted to be sure to get it right the first time. There wasn't much room for error, not because his new friend was going to die or anything. But because he didn't want her to be suffering for long. It probably wasn't the best of feelings, and if/when he had to do it, he wasn't sure he'd like it either.

After the Bezoar was crushed to a very fine powder, he added it to his cauldron. "One... Two... Three... Four measures of the powder..." He mumbled again. Austin found that mumbling helped him concentrate. "Now for the Standard Ingredient.. One... Two.. measures of that..." His voice trailed off.

The Ravenclaw's nerves faded away the longer he was behind the cauldron. He wasn't nervous, and he was more confident in his abilities. How could he have ever doubted he'd get the antidote made? He'd made his own potion when he was thirteen, a common antidote was no problem.

With his new found pride, he added two cups of water to the cauldron. "One and two!"