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SilverTiger · 02-14-2016, 07:58 AM

Text Cut: poor Hady

Things were going insane. As far as Brooklyn was concerned, or at least she was trying desperately given how sideways things were going for herself, she was going to try and stay calm. Except it was proving difficult as she continued trying to crush her bezoar and remember the instructions she had barely looked at before the activity had started. She hadn’t thought she’d still be feeling icky when it was her turn to brew. Part of her felt like maybe Hady had done something wrong, but then that wouldn’t explain why everyone else was still crazy. Therefore it must mean someone else had targeted them all, and she regained her trust in her partner. Except for that weird broom question she’d asked, to which Brooklyn had only responded with a look and then another glance at her mortar. Things were still foggy, so she lifted it up until her nose was practically in the powder.

Bad idea. It only made her want to sneeze, but she managed to lower the mortar awkwardly to the table before it happened. A sneeze, which almost made her fall off her chair. Thankfully, the mortar basically had stayed on the table, aside from some of the powder which tipped out of it to the floor. As far as she could tell, there was still four measures in there, and she quickly added that to her cauldron, plus two measures of standard ingredient. She’d tilted her head slightly once that was done, trying to think of the instructions again. Maybe the water was supposed to go in after the dry things. She couldn’t remember, but she hadn’t lit any flames yet so hopefully that meant she still could say she was a good potioneer. She thought there was two cups in the cauldron though, so there was that. She’d blinked as she’d straightened her head up again, anyway. That had just made the spinning worse, and she still had to heat the potion. That meant an awkward casting of Incendio, thankfully avoiding hitting anything she shouldn’t. Like Hady’s hair.

Things were still okay. She just had to let it brew for five minutes, as far as she remembered. She could do that. Except it would have been a lot easier without all the spinning and random rain in the classroom. At least the water had made the vomit smell less strong. It helped her keep her composure.

02-14-2016, 07:58 AM	#376 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,286 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Sixth Year x5 x3	Post 3 (impaired brewer) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Text Cut: poor Hady Quote: Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy So much was going on around her Hady wasn't sure whether she was coming or going anymore. What she did know was all the voices and smells from others having gotten sick was causing her head to pound. And trying to figure out who was even speaking to her only made matters all that much more worse. Really it was like trying to hear when you had cotton stuffed in your ears and trying to see what was happening was like trying to see through a white bed sheet when you're a little kid and pretended to be a ghost. This wasn't easy. Pushing her chair as close to the table as she could with herself still sitting on it she folded her arms on the cool surface before setting her head down on top of her arms. Or well it was more like burying her fact in her arms and shutting her eyes, this proved to help if not only a little bit. Hady vaguely heard what Brooklyn had said and response to her simply gave a nod of her head. Why the girl needed a broom she really didn't know and honestly she didn't care much just then. Wait. What? A-a broom? No, no that couldn't be right? Turning her head to the side on her arms so she was facing in her partners general direction she mumbled something along the lines of, "What do you need a broom for, did ya knock something over?" Cause you know if she had a simple cleaning charm would help with that much faster then a broom would. Things were going insane. As far as Brooklyn was concerned, or at least she was trying desperately given how sideways things were going for herself, she was going to try and stay calm. Except it was proving difficult as she continued trying to crush her bezoar and remember the instructions she had barely looked at before the activity had started. She hadn’t thought she’d still be feeling icky when it was her turn to brew. Part of her felt like maybe Hady had done something wrong, but then that wouldn’t explain why everyone else was still crazy. Therefore it must mean someone else had targeted them all, and she regained her trust in her partner. Except for that weird broom question she’d asked, to which Brooklyn had only responded with a look and then another glance at her mortar. Things were still foggy, so she lifted it up until her nose was practically in the powder. Bad idea. It only made her want to sneeze, but she managed to lower the mortar awkwardly to the table before it happened. A sneeze, which almost made her fall off her chair. Thankfully, the mortar basically had stayed on the table, aside from some of the powder which tipped out of it to the floor. As far as she could tell, there was still four measures in there, and she quickly added that to her cauldron, plus two measures of standard ingredient. She’d tilted her head slightly once that was done, trying to think of the instructions again. Maybe the water was supposed to go in after the dry things. She couldn’t remember, but she hadn’t lit any flames yet so hopefully that meant she still could say she was a good potioneer. She thought there was two cups in the cauldron though, so there was that. She’d blinked as she’d straightened her head up again, anyway. That had just made the spinning worse, and she still had to heat the potion. That meant an awkward casting of Incendio, thankfully avoiding hitting anything she shouldn’t. Like Hady’s hair. Things were still okay. She just had to let it brew for five minutes, as far as she remembered. She could do that. Except it would have been a lot easier without all the spinning and random rain in the classroom. At least the water had made the vomit smell less strong. It helped her keep her composure. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥