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Waterloo · 02-11-2019, 06:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Jessiqua

Having been near Max, Hanna caught a whiff of... something. She thought it could have been some kind of body function, but then realised they had been brewing potions. Potions was usually full of different smells. Catching his eye, she headed towards him with her own potion. "Hello," she said, "Uh did you want to work together?" She peered into his cauldron and saw that his looked a little bit different to hers. "Oh," was all she said. "We can use this one if you want." Suggesting her own.

Seeing the wounded dummies gave her flashbacks from that Charms lesson when they learned how to heal them. She knew she hadn't wanted to be a healer before that lesson, and was absolutely sure of it by the end. It wasn't that she was queasy with blood, she just didn't like it. But at least, like with that charms lesson, she didn't have to touch the wounds. Just administer the topical potion and cover with 1 or 2 leaves. She could to it.

Jotting the questions onto her parchment, she headed over to the dummy with the potion and looked for one of the more shallow cuts. Ah, that one on its arm. 4 centimetres, she guessed. Dropping three careful drops onto the wound, and then covering with the leaves was all she would do for now. She offered the bottle of potion to Max and waited a minute before peeling the leaf back to see what had changed.

Someone was actually willing to work with him, and based on the diabolical mess he'd created, Max could not afford to be fussy right now. He sent Hanna a quick nod and with a flick of his wand, vanished the contents of his cauldron. He wasn't sure if Wishart wanted to keep and store the potions for marking purposes or something, but really, he was doing everyone a favour by getting rid of it. The smell was awful.

Grabbing some parchment, Max followed the Ravenclaw to one of the dummies and watched as she got to work on one of the wounds. "What do you reckon this poor bloke did to get in such a sorry state, huh?" Sorry Hanna, but he totally worked better when there was a story involved.

He accepted her potion which was 1000000x better than his own and dabbed at a wound on his other arm. "We should name him. What do you think he looks like? A Donald....? A Derek....?"

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Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,509 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote: Originally Posted by Jessiqua Having been near Max, Hanna caught a whiff of... something. She thought it could have been some kind of body function, but then realised they had been brewing potions. Potions was usually full of different smells. Catching his eye, she headed towards him with her own potion. "Hello," she said, "Uh did you want to work together?" She peered into his cauldron and saw that his looked a little bit different to hers. "Oh," was all she said. "We can use this one if you want." Suggesting her own. Seeing the wounded dummies gave her flashbacks from that Charms lesson when they learned how to heal them. She knew she hadn't wanted to be a healer before that lesson, and was absolutely sure of it by the end. It wasn't that she was queasy with blood, she just didn't like it. But at least, like with that charms lesson, she didn't have to touch the wounds. Just administer the topical potion and cover with 1 or 2 leaves. She could to it. Jotting the questions onto her parchment, she headed over to the dummy with the potion and looked for one of the more shallow cuts. Ah, that one on its arm. 4 centimetres, she guessed. Dropping three careful drops onto the wound, and then covering with the leaves was all she would do for now. She offered the bottle of potion to Max and waited a minute before peeling the leaf back to see what had changed. Someone was actually willing to work with him, and based on the diabolical mess he'd created, Max could not afford to be fussy right now. He sent Hanna a quick nod and with a flick of his wand, vanished the contents of his cauldron. He wasn't sure if Wishart wanted to keep and store the potions for marking purposes or something, but really, he was doing everyone a favour by getting rid of it. The smell was awful. Grabbing some parchment, Max followed the Ravenclaw to one of the dummies and watched as she got to work on one of the wounds. "What do you reckon this poor bloke did to get in such a sorry state, huh?" Sorry Hanna, but he totally worked better when there was a story involved. He accepted her potion which was 1000000x better than his own and dabbed at a wound on his other arm. "We should name him. What do you think he looks like? A Donald....? A Derek....?" __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!