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Uhhhhhhhhhhhh...
AaAH.
Abra gave a sudden jolt of surprise as Professor Noble spoke to him from over his shoulder. Heart hammering wildly, he opened and closed his mouth for a moment as though he were about to say something until, having realised the words weren't coming, he slammed it shut and settled for nodding his head. Loosen it up and try again, got it.
He unravelled the bandage, and then re-wrapped his arm, doing his best not to pull it quite so tight. It was actually surprisingly difficult; on his second try, he realised very quickly he wasn't wrapping the bandage tight enough to offer any compression, which called for starting again a third time. That seemed to do the trick, more or less. It was rough and messy but his arm felt duly compressed and his fingers didn't feel like they were about to fall off, so Abra considered that a success... and just in time for class to move on. To... Professor Noble's section.
With a glum expression on his face, Abra unravelled his bandage once more and rolled it up as neatly as he could and as quickly as possible; he didn't want to lag behind in the Potions portion of class, because rushing and panicking only made him mess up even more. Every time, actually.
Once the bandage was set aside, Abra turned his attention to his cauldron... at which point he realised that he was in... a very unfortunate situation. Verbal instructions. No demonstration. Combined, those approaches made life/school/potions very difficult for Abra; his brain was not very good at storing verbal instructions and already he was mixing up what he had been told to do. Was it half a cup of water and a cup of arnica root, or the other way around? How long did it need to seep for again? Did he say dandelions or daisies?
Already, Abra was becoming flustered, and when he became flustered, he ceased to think straight. His breathing sped up and his heart rate along with it, and he clenched his hands into fists while he looked wildly around at everyone else to see what it was they were doing.
One person nearby was adding a cup - it was definitely one full cup - of water to their cauldron, so Abra quickly did that, using Aguamenti and all, before looking around at the others again. But he really was stuck at this point, because now he couldn't remember what order the other instructions had been in, so he couldn't be sure of who to copy.
Except for Derf. Abra laid eyes on his Hufflepuff and immediately saw that he had his textbook out, and it occurred to him that he could do the same and look at the instructions... though reading them out of a book was likely to be almost as difficult as remembering something he had been told to do. It was better than nothing, except for the fact that they hadn't been told to get their books out, and, what with the strictness of certain new professors in the school, Abra was basically terrified of doing something he had not been explicitly told he could do...
... so he raised his hand, very hesitantly, cleared his throat lightly, and addressed the Potions Master. "Uhhh... Professor Noble?" Breathebreathebreathe. "Is it okay if I... if I follow the instructions from my, uhh... my textbook?" He might also have gone a little red in the face as he spoke; he was essentially admitting out loud in front of everyone that he couldn't even follow a few simple spoken instructions without getting confused, and could only really hope that Noble didn't ask him to explain why he couldn't just remember what was said. |