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*Felixir* · 10-05-2025, 02:24 AM

It wasn't unusual for Ty to simply sit quietly in lessons, even when he knew the answers (or, more likely, thought he could give a very good guess, which often turned out to be more or less on the money) to the questions posed. Not all the time, of course; he made sure to give his input often enough to show he was engaged and not one of the sullen silent types (common in his house, he'd noticed), and there were times it was necessary to voice something if he thought it important to do so, but he was usually content with listening and note-taking. Such was the situation today so far.

Once Cox had reached the end of his spiel and revealed the potion recipe on the board, Ty scribbled down as much as he could remember on the subject of fire and then briskly underlined his notes, in order to jot down the instructions. Much easier to keep track of his own brewing progress that way, even if it meant he took a little longer to get started. Plus it meant avoiding the initial rush for supplies.

After a few minutes, Ty dropped the quill on top of his parchment and went to go and collect what he did not already have. He dithered for a moment or five over the phoenix feather, but ultimately chose to grab one. He'd decide how the potion was looking when he got to that stage, and if he was not confident in that step, would simply... return it, he supposed. It was not exactly that he lacked confidence in his ability, more that his potions did not always share that confidence with him.

Back to his workstation, and then it was down to business. Ty was nothing if not diligent when it came to his schoolwork, and did not find himself hampered by starting a few minutes behind schedule. At least potions was relatively simple in essence, even though that didn't necessarily translate to being easy. Just follow the instructions as closely as possible. Do what was expected and try not to mess up. He was good at that. To a fault, sometimes. In fact... well, no, he would simply not mess this up, that was all.

As Ty went, he ticked off the steps on his parchment. Water boiling gently over a low boil, tick. Ten drops of salamander blood followed by three stirs, tick. Glowing orange... or... was that maybe closer to red? Blood orange? Well... tick, all the same. By the time Ty was crushing the fire seeds, though, he could feel a familiar, uncomfortable ticking in his chest too, and found himself sending a wary glance or two in Cox's direction. But still, he forged ahead, spooning the crushed fire seeds into the potion with his silver spoon, staring intently at the liquid throughout the interminable wait while they dissolved. Then two stirs.

But it was after adding the mushroom pieces that Ty suddenly stalled. The potion was bubbling alright, but... the vapours. The instructions said white or yellow. Ty's were closer to white than yellow, but Ty had been listening to the talk in the classroom, and Cox had only elaborated on the ideal yellow shades. After a moment of considering his potion, Ty wasn't even sure these vapours were white at all; it suddenly seemed not just probable but likely that he had convinced himself of it. Surely these were grey. Beige. Brown, perhaps. Taupe.

(Narrator: The vapour was, in fact, white-ish yellow.)

For a moment, Ty froze. He hated the way this happened, how the anxiety swooped in out of nowhere, entirely missing the memo that he was not an anxious person. He chanced another glance at the professor again and then at his closest neighbours. Doing nothing was not an option, obviously, not with a potion bubbling right in front of him, probably going through all kinds of different processes the longer he stood there. He could not call the professor over either, but Cox was the person best placed to advise; Ty wasn't sure how much he'd trust the input of another student, especially now that he had so completely discredited his own senses. But he wasn't about to just barrel ahead either, and risk turning a failing potion (Narrator: The potion was perfectly acceptable.) into a catastrophe.

So Ty mustered his courage, and cleared his throat. "What colour would you say these vapours are?" he asked out loud in his most confidently curious, would-be casual tone, addressing no one in particular, but hoping intently that it would not be the professor who came over to check. But also hoping that it would be. But also not. But.

10-05-2025, 02:24 AM	#25 (permalink)
Felixir Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,224 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Ty Prince, Slytherin Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight It wasn't unusual for Ty to simply sit quietly in lessons, even when he knew the answers (or, more likely, thought he could give a very good guess, which often turned out to be more or less on the money) to the questions posed. Not all the time, of course; he made sure to give his input often enough to show he was engaged and not one of the sullen silent types (common in his house, he'd noticed), and there were times it was necessary to voice something if he thought it important to do so, but he was usually content with listening and note-taking. Such was the situation today so far. Once Cox had reached the end of his spiel and revealed the potion recipe on the board, Ty scribbled down as much as he could remember on the subject of fire and then briskly underlined his notes, in order to jot down the instructions. Much easier to keep track of his own brewing progress that way, even if it meant he took a little longer to get started. Plus it meant avoiding the initial rush for supplies. After a few minutes, Ty dropped the quill on top of his parchment and went to go and collect what he did not already have. He dithered for a moment or five over the phoenix feather, but ultimately chose to grab one. He'd decide how the potion was looking when he got to that stage, and if he was not confident in that step, would simply... return it, he supposed. It was not exactly that he lacked confidence in his ability, more that his potions did not always share that confidence with him. Back to his workstation, and then it was down to business. Ty was nothing if not diligent when it came to his schoolwork, and did not find himself hampered by starting a few minutes behind schedule. At least potions was relatively simple in essence, even though that didn't necessarily translate to being easy. Just follow the instructions as closely as possible. Do what was expected and try not to mess up. He was good at that. To a fault, sometimes. In fact... well, no, he would simply not mess this up, that was all. As Ty went, he ticked off the steps on his parchment. Water boiling gently over a low boil, tick. Ten drops of salamander blood followed by three stirs, tick. Glowing orange... or... was that maybe closer to red? Blood orange? Well... tick, all the same. By the time Ty was crushing the fire seeds, though, he could feel a familiar, uncomfortable ticking in his chest too, and found himself sending a wary glance or two in Cox's direction. But still, he forged ahead, spooning the crushed fire seeds into the potion with his silver spoon, staring intently at the liquid throughout the interminable wait while they dissolved. Then two stirs. But it was after adding the mushroom pieces that Ty suddenly stalled. The potion was bubbling alright, but... the vapours. The instructions said white or yellow. Ty's were closer to white than yellow, but Ty had been listening to the talk in the classroom, and Cox had only elaborated on the ideal yellow shades. After a moment of considering his potion, Ty wasn't even sure these vapours were white at all; it suddenly seemed not just probable but likely that he had convinced himself of it. Surely these were grey. Beige. Brown, perhaps. Taupe. (Narrator: The vapour was, in fact, white-ish yellow.) For a moment, Ty froze. He hated the way this happened, how the anxiety swooped in out of nowhere, entirely missing the memo that he was not an anxious person. He chanced another glance at the professor again and then at his closest neighbours. Doing nothing was not an option, obviously, not with a potion bubbling right in front of him, probably going through all kinds of different processes the longer he stood there. He could not call the professor over either, but Cox was the person best placed to advise; Ty wasn't sure how much he'd trust the input of another student, especially now that he had so completely discredited his own senses. But he wasn't about to just barrel ahead either, and risk turning a failing potion (Narrator: The potion was perfectly acceptable.) into a catastrophe. So Ty mustered his courage, and cleared his throat. "What colour would you say these vapours are?" he asked out loud in his most confidently curious, would-be casual tone, addressing no one in particular, but hoping intently that it would not be the professor who came over to check. But also hoping that it would be. But also not. But. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!