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sweetpinkpixie · 10-03-2025, 07:41 AM

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Some might beg to differ. But he had asked a question so he really had no other option than to point a finger at himself.

"Marsh…mallows," Cox repeated, the faintest twitch of his jaw betraying a struggle between an amused chuckle and disapproving scowl. "Yes, I imagine some found their time on the pyre more… palatable than others. You are correct that the Flame-Freezing Charm rendered Muggle executions into inconveniences at best. What is worth noting is the duality you illustrated in your example. To some, fire as a force of destruction… to others, a disguise. A reminder that perspective, as much as spellwork, shapes how we interpret fire."

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His eyes shifted briefly to Miss Clean-Sleeves-For-Now, her frown not escaping his notice while the coals in the brazier released another loud POP . "An astute observation, Miss Webb. Innovation, after all, is not always progress… nor is tradition always wisdom. Fire has indeed tethered us to certain ways of life long after Muggles found alternatives. Yet, it remains our most constant tool in disciplines such as brewing brewing. A foundation and, depending on one’s perspective, a limitation."

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"Well considered, Miss Beery," Cox nodded. "You’ve rightly noted that control is the deciding factor. Fire can shape metal into tools, warm the lost, or reduce cities to ash. Fiendfyre especially - arguably our most infamous example discussed thus far - reminds us that magic without mastery is nothing more than ruin in waiting. Transformation, of course… but always double edged."

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…indeed.

Moving on.
"Incendio," Cox repeated evenly, giving the boy a small, deliberate nod while resuming rubbing his forearm. "A spell we arguably rely on daily and one far too easily perverted into cruelty. You’ve caught the duality well, Mr. Grunt. Sit in your unease - a wizard who forgets the weight of fire’s dangers is already half a danger himself."

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Fiendfyre certainly was a hot topic in this discussion, but that was only to be expected.
“Fiendfyre." Cox’s tone was razor-sharp but not necessarily unkind. “Among the most volatile magics ever devised…an inferno that devours even its caster more often than its target. And yet…" he allowed the faintest hint at something light to tug at his voice, “it was that very feral nature which reduced a Horcrux to ash. History is not without irony nor its nods to duality of cause." His gaze flicked briefly over the room, lingering on quills scratching against parchment. “And the Floo Network, yes, of course. A marvel of domesticated flame… so commonplace most of you have likely forgotten you’re stepping into a hearth."

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Cox’s gaze lingered, one hand drifting to his forearm where his thumb pressed firmly over a pair of bindrunes until the faint burn there steadied. Meanwhile a deeper ache pulsed across his shoulders in counterpoint, the transmutation circle inked there making its presence known for a fleeting moment. “The Goblet is an apt example," he allowed. “A vessel of flame not for simple destruction or utility, but for judgment. Its fire is meant to illuminate truth and not to consume." The faintest quirk tugged at one corner of his mouth, but if you blinked you may just have missed it. “And yet, as you noted, truth itself rarely arrives without peril. Fire does not coddle. Nor did the Tournament."

He rubbed his forearm once more, then let his hand fall to his side, gaze sweeping across the room. The rune on the board flickered faintly, like a coal drawing breath. “Another fine example why we must study the intention bound into fire’s form, not only its blaze."

Cox let the murmur of quills and parchment scratchings settle before he spoke again. His hand shifted once across his forearm, more habit than necessity now, and he surveyed the room with his usual level calm.

“Good," he nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. “Dare I say…excellent? You’ve all demonstrated that fire is, and always has been, both a servant and a saboteur. From… alleged marshmallows on the pyre to Fiendfyre consuming its caster, it is the same truth again and again. Fire builds and it consumes." His gaze flicked toward the rune on the board, the faintest tightening around his shoulders betraying the ache of the transmutaton circle inked there.

“Which leads us to the first part of today’s work- the Fire Protection Potion. Its use is as literal as it sounds. Dragonologists, curse-breakers, and the less stubborn sort of Gringotts goblin will often soak protective gear in the potion for prolonged resilience against dragonflame, cursed fire, and similar hazards. In other cases, you’ll see it combined with rune work such alongside Kenaz and other runes, embroidered into dragonhide tunics or engraved into protective gears and wands. The potion and the runes complement one another, each reinforcing what the other lacks." He paused, gaze sharp as he continued. "However, limitations must be understood. One sip will protect the drinker’s skin for no more than for approximately 20–35 minutes and should be sipped sparingly. Chugging too much too without chasing it with water, risks nausea, disorientation, and in extreme cases, setting your internal temperature so low you’ll struggle to thaw properly. This is why dragonologists and cursebreakers tend to prefer layering their protections rather than relying on a flask." The faintest flicker of a smile tugged, unnerving as it was handsome. "So! Before anyone thinks it quaint to stroll through a bonfire with bravado or have yourself a cup of cocoa while sitting in the middle of the fireplace in your common room just because you can… keep that in mind."

Lifting his palm toward the board, the runes etched along his knuckles flared, magic threading visibly through his veins. As Cox paced casually to the far side as chalk scratched and shifted of its own accord in his wake. Kenaz faded and replaced by a neatly rendered list of ingredients and brewing steps. He paused to allow everyone to take it all in.

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Fire Protection Potion

INGREDIENTS

500ml distilled water (or Aguamenti-conjured water)
10 drops of salamander blood
2 bursting mushrooms (tops, diced)
3 g Wartcap powder
3 fire seeds (crushed)
5 g dragon scale shavings
4 drops of Essence of Murtlap
1 Phoenix Feather (optional for strength; OWL and NEWT candidates ONLY)

PREPARATION CAUTIONS

Brew in a brass cauldron for best stability, though any cauldron will work.
Stir only clockwise unless noted.
Use a silver stirring rod (wooden instruments have a tendency to combust).

STEP-BY-STEP BREWING

Add water to cauldron and bring to a gentle boil (low flame).
Slowly drip in the salamander blood and stir 3 times. Potion should turn a glowing orange.
Crush Fire Seeds (these have already been cooled for you) using a moral and pestle (does not need to be a fine powder)
Add crushed Fire Seeds one silver spoonful at a time, allowing each to dissolve fully. Stir 2 times.
Dice the 2 bursting mushrooms tops into small pieces and add them to the cauldron. Will cause the potion to bubble with small bubbles that release white or yellow vapors when they pop — this is the "flaring" effect and is means the and reflect mushrooms' neutralizing properties
Sprinkle in Dragon Scale shavings. Mixture may spark (should be a shade of green) - this is normal. Stir 3 times slowly - should take you around 5 hippocampuses to circumnavigate once .
Slowly add 3g of Wartcap powder. Potion should immediately begin thickening and turning into a deep forest green.
Add Essence of Murtlap drop by drop, stirring after each. The potion should shift to a vivid purple color with gold flecks.
OWL & NEWT CANDIDATES: add a pinch of barbs from the phoenix feather provided and stir counterclockwise 4 times. (There is only one feather so don't be greedy with your pinch)
Reduce heat and allow potion to simmer for 5 minutes.
Remove from heat and let cool until it becomes a rich cerulean color (think deep tropical ocean waters) and the gold flakes have taken on a copper color.

Cox clapped his hands once, the sharp sound cutting through the room and, hopefully, breaking concentration and pulling attention back to himself. "Right then, supplies." He gave a curt nod in the direction of the student closest to where he stood and, more specifically, their personal potions ingredients kit. "Common ingredients you’ll find there. Anything rarer," he tapped the edge of his desk with two fingers where several neatly arranged containers waited, "collect from here, one at a time, no elbows in anyone’s ribs. It is completely unnecessary."

He began pacing slowly along the front row, his gaze seeking out each relevant student as he continued. "OWL and NEWT candidates, you’ll see an advanced step noted. It involves a phoenix feather. You are only attempt it if you have the confidence to manage it, but consider this your push to do so." He turned on his heel, navy cloak flaring as he gestured back to the board. "Questions about ingredients or the process, ask them. Better you speak now than waste perfectly good components." He paused just long enough to scan the room on last time before offering a twitch of the lips that could actually be considered a smile. "Begin your brewing. When finished, ladle your potion into the phial provided, label with your name, house, and year, and wait for further instruction." At the threshold of the second row of workbenches, he raised his brows and shared an eerily casual warning. "And mind yourselves at every stage, no shortcuts and be thorough as well as diligent...unless you've always fancied going about without eyebrows."

OOC: Tada! Brewing time! Thank you again so much for coming and sharing your RPG energy with me

You’re welcome to have your student complete the brewing process in however many posts feel comfortable—whether that’s all at once or broken into smaller sections. Both are totally fine!

Failure is also fair game. Professor Cox may be a prickly dude, but he won't be cruel. He knows mistakes are part of the learning process at your characters' ages.

You will have at least 2 days (48 hours) to get through all or most of your character's brewing process before the next activity is introduced.

Catch up is also always welcome

10-03-2025, 07:41 AM	#18 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,861 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Text Cut: individual replies Text Cut: the one who is not doing a very good job at being invisible Quote: Originally Posted by Samia Marina was very aware of the ~eyes~, it was also why she trying very hard to stay invisible and not make a fool of herself . She had to really reel herself in and not wave like a maniac when Cat showed up as well. She simply grinned at the girl, her partner in crime - or well ... partner-in-crime by association? Or somethign of that sort. ANYWAAAAAY. When the professor started speaking, Marina’s quill moved quickly - noting down the rune - Kenaz - though she might’ve added a little doodle of a torch in the margin just to help herself remember it better. And then her hand shot up before she thought too hard about it. “Well - fire’s been both, hasn’t it? Destructive and useful. I mean....." she tilted her head, voice bright but steady, “back when witches and wizards were getting burned at the stake, loads of them just used flame-freezing charms, right? So for Muggles, fire was destruction, but for us, it turned into… well, kind of a disguise, even a bit of fun. I read about one witch who said she just sat there roasting marshmallows on the flames while the Muggles thought she was shrieking." Her lips twitched like she knew she should stop there but didn’t. “And then, on the other side of things… there’s fire in wandwork, in forging goblin metal, in potion-brewing. We wouldn’t have half of what we’ve got without it. I suppose it just depends on whether you’re holding the torch or standing too close to it." Was she talking too much again? Nah. Some might beg to differ. But he had asked a question so he really had no other option than to point a finger at himself. "Marsh…mallows," Cox repeated, the faintest twitch of his jaw betraying a struggle between an amused chuckle and disapproving scowl. "Yes, I imagine some found their time on the pyre more… palatable than others. You are correct that the Flame-Freezing Charm rendered Muggle executions into inconveniences at best. What is worth noting is the duality you illustrated in your example. To some, fire as a force of destruction… to others, a disguise. A reminder that perspective, as much as spellwork, shapes how we interpret fire." Text Cut: the one who might get inky sleeves from her messy writing Quote: Originally Posted by Syd Her sleeves were mostly spotless, yes, thank you Professor. Cat glanced down at said sleeves, brushing (imaginary or real?) dust from them as she carefully extracted note-taking supplies from her bag and set them very deliberately on a safe part of her desk. Marina's presence near her, and the big smile, was both a comfort and somewhat anxiety-inducing, since Cat wasn't entirely sure something wasn't going to break. Or catch fire. Or something. It was fine. Then Professor Cox was saying a lot of words. And most of them, honestly, were going over Cat's head. In one ear and out the other. Whichever metaphor made more sense. She knew the bare minimum about runes (she'd started researching after that one day, but it was slow-going), and he was saying a lot of new things in general. She tried to take as many notes as she could, her handwriting becoming messy quite quickly in her haste. Thankfully, though, she caught the question. And understood, mostly, how it tied in to the rune and potions. Probably. Cat inclined her head to listen to the other first year's answer to the question. She sure talked a lot. Cat scribbled down a few things that caught her attention before raising her own hand. "I mean, there's progress in the sense that we use it when making potions and stuff. We can't really do that without fire. But, like... I think it's destructive in the sense that, like, it kind of holds us back." Electricity, anyone? "Like wizards figured out fire and decided that it was good enough, we don't have to change anything, and we're still lighting the castle with it." She was frowning by the time she stopped speaking. It really was an odd experience these past few months to get used to. His eyes shifted briefly to Miss Clean-Sleeves-For-Now, her frown not escaping his notice while the coals in the brazier released another loud POP . "An astute observation, Miss Webb. Innovation, after all, is not always progress… nor is tradition always wisdom. Fire has indeed tethered us to certain ways of life long after Muggles found alternatives. Yet, it remains our most constant tool in disciplines such as brewing brewing. A foundation and, depending on one’s perspective, a limitation." Text Cut: the one who would not cause you to grow gills unless hexed to do so Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Gillyweed raised her hand, her posture a touch straighter. "Fire has been both indispensable and perilous. On the constructive side, it underpins disciplines like alchemy and metallurgy, where controlled heat is a significant factor that determines success or failure. Fire also has long been regarded as a necessity for defence and survival: it has been relied upon for warding away predators, for warmth, and for signalling when lost." Her gaze flicked back to the rune on the board before she continued. "Yet history shows how swiftly that same element turns destructive when misused or left unchecked. The Great Fire of London, for instance, is said to have been sparked by a young Common Welsh Green, devastating both Muggle and magical communities alike. And Fiendfyre raged through the Room of Requirement during the Battle of Hogwarts, devouring its caster along with priceless magical artefacts." She paused a beat before concluding, "So fire, like Kenaz itself, reflects transformation: it can forge progress or consume it entirely, depending on the discipline and intent of the person who wields it." "Well considered, Miss Beery," Cox nodded. "You’ve rightly noted that control is the deciding factor. Fire can shape metal into tools, warm the lost, or reduce cities to ash. Fiendfyre especially - arguably our most infamous example discussed thus far - reminds us that magic without mastery is nothing more than ruin in waiting. Transformation, of course… but always double edged." Text Cut: the one who is a bouncy ball personified Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Woops! Apologies, Professor! Id could not help but be wildly and loudly affectionate about all the things in life. Or most of them. The time he and Paul had briefly been apart certainly failed to be categorised in the former. “That’s me,’’ he confirmed brightly. Cox being unimpressed and by his extension, the tone of his voice were not anything that bothered Id. He understood all too well that everyone were who they were. “I sure did! I think I brought double the amount of enthusiasm.'' The Gryffindor paused thoughtfully. “You know, to ensure there’s enough to go around for both subjects." He was not sassing the man, by the way; simply expressing the truth. Stupor? Nope, he wouldn’t want that! “I’ll try not to, Professor!" Id now had his books and writing apparatus ready for the lesson, and was watching his classmates file in. Rory got a huge grin; how could she not? Then the classroom’s door was shutting which meant the lesson was beginning. Indeed the fifth year was very familiar with the Elder Futhark; learning about it had been one of his best Hogwarts memories. All the same, he diligently scribbled notes as Cox spoke. Jan would be proud of him on this matter. The Gryffindor carefully considered the question before lifting a hand. “The Fire Making Spell, Incendio. We can use it to light our burners but evil witches and wizards have used the spell in the past to set structures on fire, and probably even to harm or threaten others to do their bidding." The thought about the latter upset and saddened Id, and his face reflected it. …indeed. Moving on. "Incendio," Cox repeated evenly, giving the boy a small, deliberate nod while resuming rubbing his forearm. "A spell we arguably rely on daily and one far too easily perverted into cruelty. You’ve caught the duality well, Mr. Grunt. Sit in your unease - a wizard who forgets the weight of fire’s dangers is already half a danger himself." Text Cut: the one he wished he knew less about Quote: Originally Posted by WhittyBitty At this point Aurora was used to Professor Cox’s demeanour, so she didn’t even question anything and sent him a smile instead. She honestly still wasn’t too sure about him. Nyle and Iris obviously thought he was great, and she figured he was. But she was still a little wary. Everything should be okay as long as she didn’t seriously mess up. Turning her attention to Idris, he got his own smile plus a friendly wave. "Hey, Emma!" It was nice to see her friend sit by her, especially since this was her last year. There was only so much longer that they could work by each other. Caret mark? Huh? Aurora was confused as to why a proofreading mark was being mentioned until she realized that Emma was talking about what was on the board. "That’s not a caret mark. It’s a Rune." Had she forgotten that this was also an Ancient Runes lesson? Did she need help with the subject? She’d have explained things further, but she knew that Professor Cox would do just that himself shortly. As the lesson started, Aurora listened carefully and took notes as needed. Even though she had been studying a lot of Ancient Runes, it was still a good idea. It was no surprise when the conversation turned to fire, given that they were discussing Kenaz. She listened as her classmates spoke, then raised her hand. "Fiendfire is very destructive Dark Magic and also very hard to control. But it was also very beneficial in being able to destroy Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem." Much like the Basilisk’s fang which was also deadly but able to destroy Horcruxes. "The Floo Network also uses fire." So that was another benefit. Aurora had more thoughts, but she left it at that so that others could have the chance to speak. Fiendfyre certainly was a hot topic in this discussion, but that was only to be expected. “Fiendfyre." Cox’s tone was razor-sharp but not necessarily unkind. “Among the most volatile magics ever devised…an inferno that devours even its caster more often than its target. And yet…" he allowed the faintest hint at something light to tug at his voice, “it was that very feral nature which reduced a Horcrux to ash. History is not without irony nor its nods to duality of cause." His gaze flicked briefly over the room, lingering on quills scratching against parchment. “And the Floo Network, yes, of course. A marvel of domesticated flame… so commonplace most of you have likely forgotten you’re stepping into a hearth." Text Cut: the one who would maybe survive if hisnamewaspulledfromthegobletofFIYAH Quote: Originally Posted by Charely Potter That was definitely his little brother, just as chirper as ever, even as he was approaching his height. Jan was fairly decent with Potions and he considered himself on par with Ancient Runes, but put together, "I do wonder... I bet it'll be a thrill." He suggested to Idris before the lesson began. Two magical developments with fire, destructive, and a tool of progress in wizarding society... Aurora already mentioned Fiendfyre, which was definitely on the destructive pattern, and of course, Incendio. When it was his turn to answer, he responded, "Well, it's debatable on which side of the spectrum this would fall under, but the Goblet of Fire is meant to be an impartial judge for selecting students to represent their school in the Triwizard Tournament. The Tournament was meant to unite the schools together in the event, although students had died in pursuit of winning the cup, so it could fall under both serving as progress and destructive in nature with the risk." At least, that was his thought process. Cox’s gaze lingered, one hand drifting to his forearm where his thumb pressed firmly over a pair of bindrunes until the faint burn there steadied. Meanwhile a deeper ache pulsed across his shoulders in counterpoint, the transmutation circle inked there making its presence known for a fleeting moment. “The Goblet is an apt example," he allowed. “A vessel of flame not for simple destruction or utility, but for judgment. Its fire is meant to illuminate truth and not to consume." The faintest quirk tugged at one corner of his mouth, but if you blinked you may just have missed it. “And yet, as you noted, truth itself rarely arrives without peril. Fire does not coddle. Nor did the Tournament." He rubbed his forearm once more, then let his hand fall to his side, gaze sweeping across the room. The rune on the board flickered faintly, like a coal drawing breath. “Another fine example why we must study the intention bound into fire’s form, not only its blaze." Cox let the murmur of quills and parchment scratchings settle before he spoke again. His hand shifted once across his forearm, more habit than necessity now, and he surveyed the room with his usual level calm. “Good," he nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. “Dare I say…excellent? You’ve all demonstrated that fire is, and always has been, both a servant and a saboteur. From… alleged marshmallows on the pyre to Fiendfyre consuming its caster, it is the same truth again and again. Fire builds and it consumes." His gaze flicked toward the rune on the board, the faintest tightening around his shoulders betraying the ache of the transmutaton circle inked there. “Which leads us to the first part of today’s work- the Fire Protection Potion. Its use is as literal as it sounds. Dragonologists, curse-breakers, and the less stubborn sort of Gringotts goblin will often soak protective gear in the potion for prolonged resilience against dragonflame, cursed fire, and similar hazards. In other cases, you’ll see it combined with rune work such alongside Kenaz and other runes, embroidered into dragonhide tunics or engraved into protective gears and wands. The potion and the runes complement one another, each reinforcing what the other lacks." He paused, gaze sharp as he continued. "However, limitations must be understood. One sip will protect the drinker’s skin for no more than for approximately 20–35 minutes and should be sipped sparingly. Chugging too much too without chasing it with water, risks nausea, disorientation, and in extreme cases, setting your internal temperature so low you’ll struggle to thaw properly. This is why dragonologists and cursebreakers tend to prefer layering their protections rather than relying on a flask." The faintest flicker of a smile tugged, unnerving as it was handsome. "So! Before anyone thinks it quaint to stroll through a bonfire with bravado or have yourself a cup of cocoa while sitting in the middle of the fireplace in your common room just because you can… keep that in mind." Lifting his palm toward the board, the runes etched along his knuckles flared, magic threading visibly through his veins. As Cox paced casually to the far side as chalk scratched and shifted of its own accord in his wake. Kenaz faded and replaced by a neatly rendered list of ingredients and brewing steps. He paused to allow everyone to take it all in. Quote: Originally Posted by blackboard Fire Protection Potion INGREDIENTS 500ml distilled water (or Aguamenti-conjured water) 10 drops of salamander blood 2 bursting mushrooms (tops, diced) 3 g Wartcap powder 3 fire seeds (crushed) 5 g dragon scale shavings 4 drops of Essence of Murtlap 1 Phoenix Feather (optional for strength; OWL and NEWT candidates ONLY) PREPARATION CAUTIONS Brew in a brass cauldron for best stability, though any cauldron will work. Stir only clockwise unless noted. Use a silver stirring rod (wooden instruments have a tendency to combust). STEP-BY-STEP BREWING Add water to cauldron and bring to a gentle boil (low flame). Slowly drip in the salamander blood and stir 3 times. Potion should turn a glowing orange. Crush Fire Seeds (these have already been cooled for you) using a moral and pestle (does not need to be a fine powder) Add crushed Fire Seeds one silver spoonful at a time, allowing each to dissolve fully. Stir 2 times. Dice the 2 bursting mushrooms tops into small pieces and add them to the cauldron. Will cause the potion to bubble with small bubbles that release white or yellow vapors when they pop — this is the "flaring" effect and is means the and reflect mushrooms' neutralizing properties Sprinkle in Dragon Scale shavings. Mixture may spark (should be a shade of green) - this is normal. Stir 3 times slowly - should take you around 5 hippocampuses to circumnavigate once . Slowly add 3g of Wartcap powder. Potion should immediately begin thickening and turning into a deep forest green. Add Essence of Murtlap drop by drop, stirring after each. The potion should shift to a vivid purple color with gold flecks. OWL & NEWT CANDIDATES: add a pinch of barbs from the phoenix feather provided and stir counterclockwise 4 times. (There is only one feather so don't be greedy with your pinch) Reduce heat and allow potion to simmer for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and let cool until it becomes a rich cerulean color (think deep tropical ocean waters) and the gold flakes have taken on a copper color. Cox clapped his hands once, the sharp sound cutting through the room and, hopefully, breaking concentration and pulling attention back to himself. "Right then, supplies." He gave a curt nod in the direction of the student closest to where he stood and, more specifically, their personal potions ingredients kit. "Common ingredients you’ll find there. Anything rarer," he tapped the edge of his desk with two fingers where several neatly arranged containers waited, "collect from here, one at a time, no elbows in anyone’s ribs. It is completely unnecessary." He began pacing slowly along the front row, his gaze seeking out each relevant student as he continued. "OWL and NEWT candidates, you’ll see an advanced step noted. It involves a phoenix feather. You are only attempt it if you have the confidence to manage it, but consider this your push to do so." He turned on his heel, navy cloak flaring as he gestured back to the board. "*Questions about ingredients or the process, ask them. Better you speak now than waste perfectly good components." He paused just long enough to scan the room on last time before offering a twitch of the lips that could actually be considered a smile. "Begin your brewing. When finished, ladle your potion into the phial provided, label with your name, house, and year, and wait for further instruction." At the threshold of the second row of workbenches, he raised his brows and shared an eerily casual warning. "And mind yourselves at every stage, no shortcuts and be thorough as well as diligent...unless you've always fancied going about without eyebrows." OOC:* Tada! Brewing time! Thank you again so much for coming and sharing your RPG energy with me You’re welcome to have your student complete the brewing process in however many posts feel comfortable—whether that’s all at once or broken into smaller sections. Both are totally fine! Failure is also fair game. Professor Cox may be a prickly dude, but he won't be cruel. He knows mistakes are part of the learning process at your characters' ages. You will have at least 2 days (48 hours) to get through all or most of your character's brewing process before the next activity is introduced. Catch up is also always welcome __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like