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Jojogali · 05-10-2016, 10:51 AM

SPOILER!!: Professor

Elsa was glad to help and was prompt to take her place helping uncover the ingredients. When she was done she retreated herself to her table and watched the ingredients as her fellows did, making her own guesses to herself. She heard her colleagues and nodded in agreement with some of them. Aging potion did sound right. I mean, look at the professor he couldn't be more than 60 yet he looked like he was about to crumble to dust.

SPOILER!!: Professor

The students who had successfully guessed AGING POTION got a very big smile and two thumbs up from Art. "Well done! YES it is an Aging Potion that you will all be brewing today." Or... attempting to brew.

With a wave of his wand, almost dropping it in the process, the chalk appeared on the board. “Yes! An Aging potion. As s-some of you mi-mi-might have g-guessed, I too-o-ook an aging potion this morning b-be-before class. I’m-m-m 60, but I f-f-feel ab-about 100!” And that was no exaggeration. “No-nobody is required to in-ingest the potion, like I have, I on-only want you to brew it yo-yourselves. As I said, you ca-can work with a partner if you w-wish but you don’t have to.” He knew that some of the students preferred to work alone, but there were also some who liked group or partnered work. "Err if... if someone would like to work with Miss Phillips, though?" he asked. Any volunteers?

“You have 90 minutes! I’m-I’m going to j-just try and brew along with you but I’m a-a bit slow today,” he said with a chuckle, “so I m-might not finish on time…” and his potion would probably be useless if that were the case. But he was merely here, as an aged Arthur, to show the effects of the potion. Yes, it caused one to age.

“N-now, there’s little b-bowls and m-measuring cups here for you to-to come and get wh-what you need, if you don’t have these ingredients. The am-amounts are on the board. It’s always help-helpful to take a little bit m-more, just in case. But don’t throw away any leftovers!” No, waste was not good.

First things first! Art pulled out his cauldron and cleaned it with the trusty cleaning charm. He had his tools all out, and cleaned them too. He hoped he didn’t need to explain this to the older students, but the first year students might need it. “Scourgify,” he announced. “A scouring charm, p-point your wand at the-the cauldron and mo-move your wand in an ‘S’ shape, wh-whilst saying SKUR-ji-fy. Ol-older students, if you could ke-keep an eye out for anyone struggling.” That would be much appreciated. This ancient man wasn’t about to get off his chair. “Now there is a lot of stirring in this potion, so we will p-prepare our ingredients FIRST.” He paused to allow the students enough time to get their ingredients, measure them out, and clean their tools.

“Mashing the hairy fungus can be done with your mortar and p-pe-pestle, we j-just mash it until it’s a somewhat uniform consistency. The t-tortoise shell is a bit harder at first, being s-solid, but we put some elbow grease into it an-and we get it done. The caterpillar is sliced, nice and thin, but not t-too thin, enough to keep your sl-slices from falling apart. N-now, the bat tongue can be a l-little tough, but we c-can cut it lengthwise, and then make some-some dices out of our two long bits.” He knew he would have difficulty preparing these ingredients, so he had done them earlier. He pulled the cloth from the selection next to him. Everything was ready to go!

“There’s no water here, our liquid is p-pru-purely from the wine and p-pur-prune juice. We add them to our cauldron, and then light the flame underneath. Only a medium flame, enough to start heating your liquid, not enough to boil it too quickly.” Art had difficulty lighting the match, and dropped about four of them, before he managed to light one and keep hold of it. He put it over the Bunsen burner and turned the gas on. The flame was there, and he set his cauldron over it. “We stir CLOCKWISE, and don’t stop until some-some bubbles ap-appear. Watch as the colour turns from sort of black to a mo-more… purple brown colour.” His liquid started to lighten slightly and turn from a browny red to a browny purple, and little bubbles started forming. “We add our hairy fungus!” He tipped the contents inside one of the little bowls into the cauldron. He set his alarm and continued with the clockwise stirring.

“Ten minutes we stir, keeping with the clockwise direction. Watch the colour lighten a little.” It was amazing, seeing how the ingredients visually worked together. He was lost in his own thoughts when his buzzer went off, signalling the end of ten minutes. “This next bit is where we add our toe-tortoise shell, whilst we continue to stir! Clockwise, of course.” He slowly tipped another of the little bowls into the liquid, continuing to stir. “Keep stirring clockwise for EIGHT minutes. You’ll see it turn a creamy colour, after about two minutes.” After a few moments, his potion started to lose the purple colour, and the brown faded to a cream. Perfect. After eight minutes, his timer went off.

“We remove the heat,” he said, turning his Bunsen burner off carefully, “And add our caterpillar and bat tongue, whilst we continue to stir CLOCKWISE.” Lots of clockwise stirring in this one. “Five minutes we stir, until the cream starts to green a little.” The timer went on again, and five minutes of clockwise stirring continued. At the end of the five minutes, he pulled his stirrer out and put it on the bench. “Now we wait, ap-approximately twenty minutes. Watch it turn a deeper green colour. Once it turns an emerald green colour, like this,” he said, showing a vial of pre-made aging potion, the very same one he had taken just that morning, “We can bottle it up! I want a labelled vial t-to grade, and then you can leave.” And he would either go to bed to nap the potion off, or else he would find the antidote he had somewhere.

OOC: So, no post count! However many posts you feel you need to make is fine. Please see my post about how I will be marking you. There is an IC and an OOC mark. See the ‘OOC’ section for requirements of your posts. I’d like you to do the potion in more than one post, but if you only have time for that then it’s okay. And please, NO EDITING unless it’s for spelling/grammar/coding things. Art and I are still here, and will keep checking in and responding, but if you want us put it in the Title bar so that we can quickly see it, or send me a VM/PM.
This class will continue until approximately May 15th at 3:30pmACST

Yeeees! A grin spread over her features. It was indeed an aging potion and the poor professor had taken it. Elsa felt herself pout with concern. The potions Master was her favorite teacher, she did not like the idea of him being to spent.. he focus was quickly brought back to the task at hand once the professor started explaining the process and giving advise. Her hand automatically flew to her back retrieving a quill and some parchment where she swiftly took note of everything said.

The professor looked like he could use a nap and was thinking about taking one. Elsa grinned as she got up in an orderly fashion and used the measuring cups and little bowls to get the ingredients for her potion. She was missing a few and the professor said it was OK to use his. She was careful to take an ounce more of each, just to be safe.

She was going to make her Uncle proud, he trained her potions skills with her all Summer. Now was the time to prove it worked and she did improve. She pulled her sleeves up and cracked her neck. Terrible, terrible habit.

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Jojogali DoM & DMAC Billywig Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Portugal Posts: 3,658 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elsa Pinkerton-Oliveira Third Year	Late answers and Post 1 of Brewing - preparing. Snuffles Sweetness \| Sirius is my veil dancer SPOILER!!: Professor ------------------------------------------------------- Art wanted to get off his chair to close the door, but he didn’t want to do a big dance of trying to get back onto the chair, in front of all the students. “Miss Tyler, would you mind closing the door for me?” he asked her, as the first student who had offered a hand to him. Once the door was closed he faced the students and said “F-first lesson of the year, er… n-now today we will be brewing a-a v-very advanced potion, so y-younger stu-students mi-iiiii-iiight want to work with an older student,” or not, it was completely up to them. “Now Miss Pinkerton-Oliveira,” he searched for her face and, “Miss Meadows,” he searched for another face. Once he found them, he asked “Would you be s-so-so kind as t-to lift the cl-oths?” Doing so would reveal a large bottle of ruby red liquid, a medium sized bottle of a solid blackish-brown liquid, a large bowl of what looked like fur balls, a smaller bowl of mottled yellow and brown shards, a bowl of what looked like eyebrows, and a smaller bowl full of thin, long, pink, odd looking spiky things. Each ingredient was also displayed in a small jar, which was for demonstration purposes only. He smiled up at the class and looked at them for a moment. Could they see? “Mr Bronwyn, would y-you be able to pass these ing-gredients around?” he asked the Ravenclaw Prefect, indicating the small jars, rather than the bowls and bottles. After giving the students plenty of time to look at each of the ingredients, he said “Who wo-would like to take a gu-guess at what we might be bre-brewing today?” he asked. Elsa was glad to help and was prompt to take her place helping uncover the ingredients. When she was done she retreated herself to her table and watched the ingredients as her fellows did, making her own guesses to herself. She heard her colleagues and nodded in agreement with some of them. Aging potion did sound right. I mean, look at the professor he couldn't be more than 60 yet he looked like he was about to crumble to dust. SPOILER!!: Professor The students who had successfully guessed AGING POTION got a very big smile and two thumbs up from Art. "Well done! YES it is an Aging Potion that you will all be brewing today." Or... attempting to brew. With a wave of his wand, almost dropping it in the process, the chalk appeared on the board. “Yes! An Aging potion. As s-some of you mi-mi-might have g-guessed, I too-o-ook an aging potion this morning b-be-before class. I’m-m-m 60, but I f-f-feel ab-about 100!” And that was no exaggeration. “No-nobody is required to in-ingest the potion, like I have, I on-only want you to brew it yo-yourselves. As I said, you ca-can work with a partner if you w-wish but you don’t have to.” He knew that some of the students preferred to work alone, but there were also some who liked group or partnered work. *"Err if... if someone would like to work with Miss Phillips, though?"* he asked. Any volunteers? “You have 90 minutes! I’m-I’m going to j-just try and brew along with you but I’m a-a bit slow today,” he said with a chuckle, “so I m-might not finish on time…” and his potion would probably be useless if that were the case. But he was merely here, as an aged Arthur, to show the effects of the potion. Yes, it caused one to age. “N-now, there’s little b-bowls and m-measuring cups here for you to-to come and get wh-what you need, if you don’t have these ingredients. The am-amounts are on the board. It’s always help-helpful to take a little bit m-more, just in case. But don’t throw away any leftovers!” No, waste was not good. First things first! Art pulled out his cauldron and cleaned it with the trusty cleaning charm. He had his tools all out, and cleaned them too. He hoped he didn’t need to explain this to the older students, but the first year students might need it. “Scourgify,” he announced. “A scouring charm, p-point your wand at the-the cauldron and mo-move your wand in an ‘S’ shape, wh-whilst saying SKUR-ji-fy. Ol-older students, if you could ke-keep an eye out for anyone struggling.” That would be much appreciated. This ancient man wasn’t about to get off his chair. “Now there is a lot of stirring in this potion, so we will p-prepare our ingredients FIRST.” He paused to allow the students enough time to get their ingredients, measure them out, and clean their tools. “Mashing the hairy fungus can be done with your mortar and p-pe-pestle, we j-just mash it until it’s a somewhat uniform consistency. The t-tortoise shell is a bit harder at first, being s-solid, but we put some elbow grease into it an-and we get it done. The caterpillar is sliced, nice and thin, but not t-too thin, enough to keep your sl-slices from falling apart. N-now, the bat tongue can be a l-little tough, but we c-can cut it lengthwise, and then make some-some dices out of our two long bits.” He knew he would have difficulty preparing these ingredients, so he had done them earlier. He pulled the cloth from the selection next to him. Everything was ready to go! “There’s no water here, our liquid is p-pru-purely from the wine and p-pur-prune juice. We add them to our cauldron, and then light the flame underneath. Only a medium flame, enough to start heating your liquid, not enough to boil it too quickly.” Art had difficulty lighting the match, and dropped about four of them, before he managed to light one and keep hold of it. He put it over the Bunsen burner and turned the gas on. The flame was there, and he set his cauldron over it. “We stir CLOCKWISE, and don’t stop until some-some bubbles ap-appear. Watch as the colour turns from sort of black to a mo-more… purple brown colour.” His liquid started to lighten slightly and turn from a browny red to a browny purple, and little bubbles started forming. “We add our hairy fungus!” He tipped the contents inside one of the little bowls into the cauldron. He set his alarm and continued with the clockwise stirring. “Ten minutes we stir, keeping with the clockwise direction. Watch the colour lighten a little.” It was amazing, seeing how the ingredients visually worked together. He was lost in his own thoughts when his buzzer went off, signalling the end of ten minutes. “This next bit is where we add our toe-tortoise shell, whilst we continue to stir! Clockwise, of course.” He slowly tipped another of the little bowls into the liquid, continuing to stir. “Keep stirring clockwise for EIGHT minutes. You’ll see it turn a creamy colour, after about two minutes.” After a few moments, his potion started to lose the purple colour, and the brown faded to a cream. Perfect. After eight minutes, his timer went off. “We remove the heat,” he said, turning his Bunsen burner off carefully, “And add our caterpillar and bat tongue, whilst we continue to stir CLOCKWISE.” Lots of clockwise stirring in this one. “Five minutes we stir, until the cream starts to green a little.” The timer went on again, and five minutes of clockwise stirring continued. At the end of the five minutes, he pulled his stirrer out and put it on the bench. “Now we wait, ap-approximately twenty minutes. Watch it turn a deeper green colour. Once it turns an emerald green colour, like this,” he said, showing a vial of pre-made aging potion, the very same one he had taken just that morning, “We can bottle it up! I want a labelled vial t-to grade, and then you can leave.” And he would either go to bed to nap the potion off, or else he would find the antidote he had somewhere. OOC: So, no post count! However many posts you feel you need to make is fine. Please see my post about how I will be marking you. There is an IC and an OOC mark. See the ‘OOC’ section for requirements of your posts. I’d like you to do the potion in more than one post, but if you only have time for that then it’s okay. And please, NO EDITING unless it’s for spelling/grammar/coding things. Art and I are still here, and will keep checking in and responding, but if you want us put it in the Title bar so that we can quickly see it, or send me a VM/PM. This class will continue until approximately May 15th at 3:30pmACST Yeeees! A grin spread over her features. It was indeed an aging potion and the poor professor had taken it. Elsa felt herself pout with concern. The potions Master was her favorite teacher, she did not like the idea of him being to spent.. he focus was quickly brought back to the task at hand once the professor started explaining the process and giving advise. Her hand automatically flew to her back retrieving a quill and some parchment where she swiftly took note of everything said. The professor looked like he could use a nap and was thinking about taking one. Elsa grinned as she got up in an orderly fashion and used the measuring cups and little bowls to get the ingredients for her potion. She was missing a few and the professor said it was OK to use his. She was careful to take an ounce more of each, just to be safe. She was going to make her Uncle proud, he trained her potions skills with her all Summer. Now was the time to prove it worked and she did improve. She pulled her sleeves up and cracked her neck. Terrible, terrible habit. __________________ Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind. Don't you wonder what's inside?