 Post 2 - Brewer Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror
In the mortar…
…or was it the pestle and the mortar the grinder?
Now Olivia thought she was right the first time around. Her notes did say bezoar in the mortar. And she hadn’t been ill at that point. SO bezoar went into the mortar and the pestle was picked up. And then the pestle went in with the bezoar and like the directions said she went to crush it. It flopped around for a bit in the bowl of the mortar before she managed to get the first real good hit on the bezoar and started breaking it up and crushing it up.
Of course the grinding and the pounding was doing nothing good for her headache. She winched ever handful of movements, eventually pausing to give herself a break from it. Masking it as looking over her work. Nope…still not small and fine enough. Olivia gave it another try but desperately wishing she didn’t have to. She would have much preferred curling up and riding everything out while someone else brewed the antidote.
Something that worked.
Perhaps just take something that was already brewed that was successful.
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