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Nem had retrieved the matchstick with a quick non-verbal Accio and returned it to their pocket, deep in thought. There was a question they would have liked answered, and they supposed now was the time to ask it, but still they didn't speak up. It was easiest to just ask, and sometimes, like now, the easiest route was the best one. Difficulty was welcome only in making things interesting and fending off boredom, ease was the correct option when they wanted to be sure of maintaining control. It was in the interests of the latter, however, that Nem decided to keep the question unspoken, a carefully weighed-up decision.
Magical photographs; they'd never even considered it. Were there unidentified obstacles lurking elsewhere too? Seemed likely, at this point.
It went without saying that Nem was not going to be the subject of a photograph today, not until they figured this out, but brewing and developing was fine. They looked up at Varma, and then at the instructions on the board, before giving their cauldron a cursory clean with Tergeo and Scourgify, setting it over a low flame, and filling one cup and then another using Aguamenti, to provide the water. Speaking of, they were a decent enough distance away from the Flamsteed Clone that Nem had the opportunity to casually send up a charm to shield their workstation from wayward water spray while they considered the other ingredients, sorting through them and maybe doing a little bit of tinkering and testing in a few spare phials while their water was being brought to a simmer.
Nem picked up the bottle of elf-made wine vinegar, unstoppered it, poured out one cup of the stuff, and then another few drops in a separate phial. This seemed the most likely contender, given it was elf-made, and elves had their own brand of magic. For a little longer, Nem played around with the spare components using spells and interactions with other ingredients entirely, and otherwise just sitting and staring. They had to pause when the water in the cauldron reached a gentle simmer, and turned back to pour the cup of vinegar into it, before adding another.
Dransul leaves, for movement, and yet not widely used outside of this particular potion. Maybe not just for movement then, especially when used in tandem with these other ingredients. Because of course it was all about the combination, but every ingredient introduced a certain kind of effect and interaction. It could even be the water, though Nem seriously doubted it. There could be something in every component, that resulted in this effect only in this very specific combination. Nem doubted that too.
They began crushing the Dransul leaves down with a mortar and pestle, scrutinising their extra ingredients even as they did so. Being in class was limiting; it would probably be something to revisit later in the day. |