Dizzy, nauseous and gagging? He certainly couldn't wait to try that out in front of all his peers. Thankfully that step was very far from fruition, causing Evan to even briefly consider delaying out his process in order to avoid it. A nice idea in theory, but he had to much pride in his schoolwork to ever intentionally sacrifice results.

Standing with the others to collect a tray, he grabbed one before carefully carrying it back to his spot. Securely fastening his mask to his face as well, Evan propped open his potions book on the recipe they were working on in order to follow precisely. He pulled out his cauldron, getting it set up properly before casting a quick "scourgify!", ensuring it was nice and clean, before beginning to pour in milk. He made sure he was pouring slowly in order to eyeball when it was at the half way mark. Once there, he put the milk back and pulled the Doxy's eggs closer to him.

Again, he raised his wand casting a quick "Incendio!" to get his cauldron on low temperature. From there, he reached for the first egg, cracking it gently against the counter top in order to open it into the beginning of his potion. One egg meant one counter clock wise stir. He then repeated that process again, and again, and again, and one last time to complete five eggs, each one separated by the necessary counter clock wise stir.

With those added, Evan reached for his gloves and slipped them onto his hands before grabbing for his sulfur gems. He used his hands to roll the gems between the two, causing them to break up into much finer particles so that he could add all 10 grams in. Next was the stirring. Evan wasn't quite sure how vigorous he was supposed to be with the potion, but putting in his metal stirrer after having measured out his armadillo bile, he went at it. It took a minute for him to actually get a good spin going, but once his arm started to ache a little he decided that was probably fast enough. He poured in the armadillo bile as well, before stepping back to let it do it's thing.

He wasn't great at patience or standing still and doing nothing whilst waiting for the next step, so he went ahead and spooned up one large wooden spoonful of his flobberworm mucus. He didn't add it yet though, as he noticed his potion was in whirlpool mode. Another minute or so of just... holding the spoon, the potion finally settled and the Ravenclaw was able to start adding spoon after spoon after spoon into the cauldron until all 4 cups had been added.

A slow drizzle of the whale oil into the mixture immediately followed, and far too soon it was the step he had been eying and dreading getting to. Troll dung. Lifting his mask for a moment, Ev secured the nose clamp before also adding in spoonfuls of the troll dung as quickly as possible. He'd tried to hold his breath in order to not take any of the scents, but he started to run out of breath before he could finish up. He gagged a little bit, but thankfully nothing came from it and he was able to take a brief step away in order to take in a deep breath. Crushing lemons was a far welcome task after the prior, and he went at it - getting as much as he could from the fruit and turning any pulp into as fine as possible, before adding his handful of poppy seeds and taking to the mortor again.

Once this task was also completed, it was added to the mixture and the wand was pulled out once again. He made his jabbing motion, speaking the needed incantation, “Dilapsus”. He could only hope he'd completed everything satisfactorily. Grabbing his flask and baster, Evan quickly filled it up and topped it off. He then wasted no time getting rid of the rest of the potion with a quick, "Evanesco!" Last thing he wanted was to have to sit there and smell the potion. He kept his mask and the nose plug on anyways though, just so he didn't have to smell any of the others either for the time being.