 Post 1 Jupiter's Satellite
Louise looked down at her list of potential ingredients based off a poem of all things and felt a little bit ridiculous. Of course those ingredients weren't real at all and she had just been grasping at straws. She morosely gathered her supplies and just sat and stared at the instructions for a bit before she was able to concentrate enough to read them. This began her trouble.
The professor had said that she should mash the fungus in the mortar, but was it two grams before or after she mashed it? It took her another couple seconds to realize that she was being an idiot. It would be the same amount either way because it was weight based. And she was supposed to be in the House of wit. Lovely. She shook off her thoughtless mistake and got to work.
....and this ended her trouble. She mashed, ground (using all the strength in her scrawny little arms), and cut the ingredients, pushing back her overlarge robes away from her hands every now and then, until she had nice, neat, little piles in front of her. Once she was done with that she looked around to see what everyone else was doing. At this point, Louise really didn't know any spells or anything that would help her, but everyone else seemed to be whispering, muttering, or whatnot "Scourgify" over their cauldrons and- WHOA! It made it really shiny and clean!
Louise grinned to herself and poured in the red wine. Now if only she were able to figure out how to light the fire underneath. How was everyone else going about it?
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