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Lissy Longbottom · 10-28-2021, 11:23 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Oh.

So that was how it was going to be.

Immediately falling silent and neck all but disappearing between his shoulders, Atlas resolved himself to simply nodding his head and agreeing with whatever it was that Claudine said for the simple sake of keeping the peace. He wasn't sure what exactly had prompted her to go from pleasant and welcoming to cold as daggers, but it had happened because he had answered her honestly...and since he did not know how else to answer things...it was best he just not talk at all.

Which was what he did. Not even when the professor addressed his question, which was mostly what he had been asking but also missed the mark a tiny bit, and certainly not when the professor posed the next question. He just sort of slouched in his seat and let Claudine take control of the moment. He wasn't too sure about the answer anyway other than maybe offering up the lame response of inflation - though, and he hated to admit this, he liked Kinsay's answer best and was the one he agreed with the most.

People, witches and wizards, were a cruel race...

...anyway...

Not-so-humbly disagreeing with the professor when he said they were moving on to the 'fun part', Atlas knew he could do at least the bare minimum and read the instructions. Read and commit them to, temporary, memory so if he was ASKED how to properly brew it he could give you an answer...but knowing was only half the battle. It also sounded like they did not need to be in their partners anymore, something he was now torn on being grateful about or horrified, so the Gryffindor simply tugged his robes a little more securely around him before slipping off the stool. All his stuff, including his cauldron, was at his station in the back of the room anyway.

"...okaybyethen..." he murmured before shuffling his feet and retreating to ~~safety~~ the back of his classroom and his own textbook. He had some reading to do before gathering up his ingredients.

Javier hadn't heard ALL the particulars of the group work between Claudine and Atlas, obviously, but as they got started he could tell the Gryffindor boy seemed a bit...off. That pep in his step he usually had was gone. It had been some time since he'd been a teenage boy, but he still knew how to recognize when something was wrong, so as he passed the boy - who was now reading his textbook and hopefully going to get started soon - he tapped the corner of his desk to get his attention. "Everything alright?" he asked softly.

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ash agreed with Kinsay too. And Kale. If the government really cared about werewolves, they'd make the potion free. Sure it would cost lots of money, but that was far more preferable than having werewolves A. suffer(cruel) or B. kill people and break stuff(obviously bad too). They'd probably save money. And people wouldn't hate werewolves so much, probably. Money money money money money. She had lots and lots of money. Maybe she should pay for werewolves to get wolfsbane, because she cared, but also to make a point.

Hm. She jotted down a note on the back of her hand, then turned to her potion ingredients.

Step one... Ash grabbed a syringe and very very carefully emptied it into a beaker with her hand as steady as she could manage. It was not a lot of milk... who knew what would happen if she was off by even a little bit! She triple-checked that all of the milk had made it into the beaker, then started heating it(ooh fire! No Ashley, don't get distracted by the pretty fire).

Step two... Ash filled half(EXACTLY half) of her cauldron with water... it was very scary and her hand was shaking a little bit. Thankfully, it was hard to miss the cauldron, and she added both the water and the milk without incident.

Step three... Ash set the cauldron on low flame(ooh fire. NO).

Step four... Ash added the fluxweed, making extra extra sure she had every tiny little bit in the cauldron. It didn't matter that nobody would be drinking the potion. Ash didn't want to make a mistake! And this was really hard. The potion masters who made the real version of this potion correctly were like... wow. She was in awe!!!

Step five... she turned seven times clockwise with a metal stirrer.

Step six... she sprinkled in the dog fur as evenly as she could. Thankfully, the potion turned green. Moss green. Ash could say quite certainly the the potion was moss green. She was relieved.

Step seven... Ash waited, checking the seconds so that she could add the feather things at the exact right time. This was scary and wayyy above her pay grade. She nearly dropped the feathers in the cauldron a couple times because her hands were shaking a little bit and she had her hand ready to drop the feathers because she didn't want to be even a little bit late.

She checked the ingredients list and did a double take, committing the recipe to memory before turning back to the clock. "Professor Hernandez..." Ash didn't look away from her very important task of watching the clock. "why is the number seven so important to this? You said the real thing takes seven days to brew, right? Is that like... an arithmancy thing or...?" Because the number seven appeared too many times to be random.

Four minutes and forty- nine seconds left.

"Good question, Miss Fox. Your Arithmancy professor is probably a better expert on this, but the fact that seven shows up as a number of importance all throughout history is certainly not a coincidence. Many believe it represents the joining of the physical and spiritual, which would make sense in the case of werewolves - their physical being is being altered by magic. However, that's the extent I know about it," he added with a soft smile. One didn't have to dig too deep, though, to find MORE examples of the power of seven in history.

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Lissy Longbottom Potterdom Mod Book Club Mod DMAC & DoM Giant Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Ferrix: GMT-6 Posts: 56,907 Hogwarts RPG Name: Moritz Schultz (#0f667e) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nancy Schultz (#ac6f77) Hufflepuff Fourth Year Ministry RPG Name: Jabari Rahal (#c54031) Mysteries Ministry RPG Name: Calloway Bennigan (#b8b323) Accidents & Catastrophes x11 x1	curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - chicken emoji - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Oh. So that was how it was going to be. Immediately falling silent and neck all but disappearing between his shoulders, Atlas resolved himself to simply nodding his head and agreeing with whatever it was that Claudine said for the simple sake of keeping the peace. He wasn't sure what exactly had prompted her to go from pleasant and welcoming to cold as daggers, but it had happened because he had answered her honestly...and since he did not know how else to answer things...it was best he just not talk at all. Which was what he did. Not even when the professor addressed his question, which was mostly what he had been asking but also missed the mark a tiny bit, and certainly not when the professor posed the next question. He just sort of slouched in his seat and let Claudine take control of the moment. He wasn't too sure about the answer anyway other than maybe offering up the lame response of inflation - though, and he hated to admit this, he liked Kinsay's answer best and was the one he agreed with the most. People, witches and wizards, were a cruel race... ...anyway... Not-so-humbly disagreeing with the professor when he said they were moving on to the 'fun part', Atlas knew he could do at least the bare minimum and read the instructions. Read and commit them to, temporary, memory so if he was ASKED how to properly brew it he could give you an answer...but knowing was only half the battle. It also sounded like they did not need to be in their partners anymore, something he was now torn on being grateful about or horrified, so the Gryffindor simply tugged his robes a little more securely around him before slipping off the stool. All his stuff, including his cauldron, was at his station in the back of the room anyway. "...okaybyethen..." he murmured before shuffling his feet and retreating to ~~safety~~ the back of his classroom and his own textbook. He had some reading to do before gathering up his ingredients. Javier hadn't heard ALL the particulars of the group work between Claudine and Atlas, obviously, but as they got started he could tell the Gryffindor boy seemed a bit...off. That pep in his step he usually had was gone. It had been some time since he'd been a teenage boy, but he still knew how to recognize when something was wrong, so as he passed the boy - who was now reading his textbook and hopefully going to get started soon - he tapped the corner of his desk to get his attention. "Everything alright?" he asked softly. Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Ash agreed with Kinsay too. And Kale. If the government really cared about werewolves, they'd make the potion free. Sure it would cost lots of money, but that was far more preferable than having werewolves A. suffer(cruel) or B. kill people and break stuff(obviously bad too). They'd probably save money. And people wouldn't hate werewolves so much, probably. Money money money money money. She had lots and lots of money. Maybe she should pay for werewolves to get wolfsbane, because she cared, but also to make a point. Hm. She jotted down a note on the back of her hand, then turned to her potion ingredients. Step one... Ash grabbed a syringe and very very carefully emptied it into a beaker with her hand as steady as she could manage. It was not a lot of milk... who knew what would happen if she was off by even a little bit! She triple-checked that all of the milk had made it into the beaker, then started heating it(ooh fire! No Ashley, don't get distracted by the pretty fire). Step two... Ash filled half(EXACTLY half) of her cauldron with water... it was very scary and her hand was shaking a little bit. Thankfully, it was hard to miss the cauldron, and she added both the water and the milk without incident. Step three... Ash set the cauldron on low flame(ooh fire. NO). Step four... Ash added the fluxweed, making extra extra sure she had every tiny little bit in the cauldron. It didn't matter that nobody would be drinking the potion. Ash didn't want to make a mistake! And this was really hard. The potion masters who made the real version of this potion correctly were like... wow. She was in awe!!! Step five... she turned seven times clockwise with a metal stirrer. Step six... she sprinkled in the dog fur as evenly as she could. Thankfully, the potion turned green. Moss green. Ash could say quite certainly the the potion was moss green. She was relieved. Step seven... Ash waited, checking the seconds so that she could add the feather things at the exact right time. This was scary and wayyy above her pay grade. She nearly dropped the feathers in the cauldron a couple times because her hands were shaking a little bit and she had her hand ready to drop the feathers because she didn't want to be even a little bit late. She checked the ingredients list and did a double take, committing the recipe to memory before turning back to the clock. "Professor Hernandez..." Ash didn't look away from her very important task of watching the clock. "why is the number seven so important to this? You said the real thing takes seven days to brew, right? Is that like... an arithmancy thing or...?" Because the number seven appeared too many times to be random. Four minutes and forty- nine seconds left. "Good question, Miss Fox. Your Arithmancy professor is probably a better expert on this, but the fact that seven shows up as a number of importance all throughout history is certainly not a coincidence. Many believe it represents the joining of the physical and spiritual, which would make sense in the case of werewolves - their physical being is being altered by magic. However, that's the extent I know about it," he added with a soft smile. One didn't have to dig too deep, though, to find MORE examples of the power of seven in history. __________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid