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The days were slipping by fast and Max knew he couldn't procrastinate any longer. The Slytherin wasn't in the best of moods as he trudged into greenhouse one in order to complete the first part of the Herbology assignment. Make a soap and a face mask!? What kind of silly assignment was that anyway!?
He spotted one of the only flowers he recognised without having to reference his textbook and decided that would make do. He'd never heard of a sunflower soap but oh well. He then wondered if it was possible to make potato soap... he'd totally make that and send it home to his dad just for the giggle.
Anyway, time to get this over with.
After a rummage in his rucksack, Max emerged with the vial he remembered to bring along. But now to see if he remembered the incantation. It had been quite the mouthful after all.
"Natatataro!" He said firmly, unholstering his wand and doing the 'fishing' wand movement Professor Myers had shown them in class. Nothing happened. He tried several times and still ... nothing.
Frustration sinking in, Max had to reference his textbook anyway and realised he'd been getting the incantation all WRONG.
"Natatraho!" Yes! This time it worked and the fourth year directed the stream of essence into one of the vials and quickly stuck in the cork.
He still had the cinnamon essence he had collected from class earlier in the term and figured he may as well put it to use now so that he didn't have to go through this again. Sunflower soap with cinnamon fragrance? That would work, right? Shrugging to himself, the Slytherin pocketed the sunflower essence, shouldered his rucksack and made his way out of the greenhouse.
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