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Buuuuuubble, buuuuuubble, toil and... toil some more. Not that stirring was exhausting, but it was soooooo exhausting. Jaemin stared at the liquid in the cauldron rather pointedly, as if it would somehow get the hint and start to bubble sooner. Apparently things didn't work that way though, because it was just sitting there. Doing nothing.
Stir. Stir. Glare. Stir.
A BUBBLE. He had very clearly seen a bubble. Maybe. Hopefully? He stirred some more, leaning in a little to watch closer.
MORE BUBBLES. Definitely bubbling. And the colour seemed lighter, too. Which meant it was time to start adding things. Jaemin tilted himself sideways again to see the board before straightening up, snatching up the smushy fungus, and he carefully tipped it into the cauldron. One little bit stuck to the dish, and he scraped it out with a fingertip to drop it in after the rest. Now it was... more stirring, right? Professor Newton had said lots of stirring?
Ten minutes of it. Which meant... Jaemin spent ten minutes staring very pointedly at the small enchanted clock he brought with his potions equipment to each class, counting down the minutes and seconds and even the milliseconds at some points while he slowly stirred the cauldron concoction with one hand. He didn't look at the cauldron as he stirred, as he was too fixated on the clock, but he had watched Art start at stirring his and was doing his best to keep his stirring on pace with the old-gone-older man's.
Seven... six... five... four... three and a half... three... one and three quarters... ZERO. FINALLY. If there was one thing about potions that frustrated the small, energetic boy to no end, it was that it took so looooong and kept him tied up with inane tasks. LIKE STIRRING. Which he was going to have to continue to do... while adding the tortoise shell powder.
Tearing his eyes away from the clock, Jaemin picked up the small, measured out bowl of shell powder. It didn't look like much of anything, but... it had to be important if it were going in a potion, so Jaemin whispered a quiet thank you to the tortoise that had sacrificed its hardened exterior for science and sprinkled the dusty substance into his now soft purpley-brown potion.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand stir. His arm was getting tired, but he had to keep going for another EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES this time. His eyes flickered from clock to cauldron, back and forth rather rapidly as the potion's colour began to fade. HMMMMMMM. |