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sweetpinkpixie · 10-06-2025, 11:56 AM

Text Cut: Mr. Grunt

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Id, forever the expressive one, paid no attention to one of his brows lifting in surprise. It would have been quite something if the barbs helped one to be briefly protected from Fiendfyre. But unlike Cox, his optimism skyrocketed; perhaps a barbed potion of the sort he was about to brew with that strength could be a thing. As for the second question, Idris made a face at the possibility of one’s cauldron exploding from adding a bit of dragon liver. “Thanks, professor! You helped clear things up. I’ll be sure to put extra care forward when handling the barbs.” He quickly scribbled some notes before getting started on brewing.

“Jan and I have always been a good team, Professor. I promise we won’t be working together for all of your lessons.” The Gryffindor didn’t find the need to explain that he was rather sad that his brother was graduating in the new year and that them working together was just one more way for him to make a valuable memory. Instead, he grinned broadly at Jan and bounced once, twice on his feet. “We got this!’’

Opting to use distilled water, five hundred ml of it was measured and added to the cauldron. “Incendio,’’ the fifth year muttered. Once the burner was lit, the flame was adjusted to low. Some time passed but eventually, there were bubbles swelling and popping. Not the fierce sort of swelling and popping, but of the gentle kind. This told Id it was time to add the salamander blood. Drip by ten drip, they fell among the bubbles. Silver stirring rod in hand, the mix was stirred clockwise thrice. Immediately it turned a lovely shade of orange. At his big brother’s words, he looked over once more at Jan’s cauldron and saw that they were at the same stage. “Makes me think of orange juice!” he chirped. “Grab a glass with me in the kitchen when we have some free time?”

As Jan moved on, so did he. The Language Enthusiast added the three fire seeds to the mortar and began to crush them with the pestle. The first scoop of the seeds was scooped up with a silver spoon and shaken into the cauldron. Once that was dissolved, the step was repeated for the remaining spoonfuls. The new mix was stirred clockwise twice. The two mushroom tops were diced, all the while Idris was working in tandem with Jan. He felt at ease and just as confident as if he had been working alone. The pieces were placed in the liquid, him being careful not to throw them in too hard so as to minimise any splashing. With fascination, Idris watched as bubbles formed, small ones, and they popped soon after. They released yellow vapours - this made him happy as they reminded him of Paully. The five grams of dragon scale shavings joined the other ingredients before he hurriedly retreated a bit. Id did not fancy getting sparked upon. This time, he was reminded of Jan as the sparks were green, and he peered over at the Slytherin. “Extremely cool! Too bad we can’t do that again.” With a chuckle, Idris approached his cauldron again. Stirring ensued once more, this time at a pace slower than the previous; he made sure to count out fifteen hippocampuses across the three clockwise stirs.

Now the three grams of Wartcap powder was slowly sprinkled in, all the while his gaze remained fixed on the potion. Indeed it began to thicken and undergo a colour change to forest green. The first drop of Essence of Murtlap was placed into the thickened potion followed by some stirring. This was repeated for the other three drops. Id was in awe of the new colour that appeared, exactly as described bright purple speckled with gold. A look towards Jan’s potion told him they had brewed correctly so far.

Id made sure his fingertips weren’t sweaty before taking a pinch of the phoenix feather barbs. “Cheers! We’re almost done!” He bumped the seventh year’s fist. The barbs safely in the mix now, four stirs were done in a counter clockwise direction four times. Now, the heat was reduced so that the potion could simmer. “Nope, it wasn’t! I hope it’ll be a part of at least one of our exams. We’ll score full marks!” While keeping an eye on the time, Idris began cleaning up his workstation. The time elapsed before he knew it and so the cauldron was removed from the heat for cooling. This was obvious by the way the cerulean colour slowly emerged and the gold became copper. Like Jan, he too was thinking about their trip since the former colour reminded him of the calm waters.

After placing some of his mixture into the phial the relevant information of his name, House and Year were written on it.

Yes. Indeed. Clarifying was all in a day's work for a professor and what not.

He couldn't quite help his jaw setting once again with the enthusiasm over this alleged teaming up. Potions require precision, after all, not collaboration. The more hands involved, the more likely things go wrong. Too many cooks spoil the brew, and he'd seen enough failed attempts to know that.

Easy to say for the man whose picture was featured next to 'solitude' in the dictionary.

No matter, for as his gaze flicked to the cooling potion, he nodded gently in approval. "Mind your tempo on the counterclockwise stirs in the future, make sure you are keeping the same pace and there isn't too much variation in your movements. Confidence shouldn't outpace precision," he cautioned, nodding towards his desk in the next breath. "Acceptable work, Mr. Grunt. Leave your sample on the desk."

- - - - - -

With the final phial corked and set aside on his desk, Cox's gaze swept the room once more and took the briefest of moment to enjoy the lingering hum of simmering cauldrons before they entirely quieted to an expectant stillness. Clapping his hands together suddenly, the runes on his hands once again glowing, a single glass cup shimmered into being upon each workstation. He exhaled slowly, though a sharpness hung in the air from his tone, as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Ladle out some of your potion ino the glass," he instructed. "120 milliliters, approximately one ladle's worth, will be more than sufficient for what comes next." He paused to let them accomplish this, eyes tracking for spills or overfilled cups [s]and expecting to see this from two students in particular. "You'll be testing your brew firsthand. The potion, when properly made, should produce a mild cooling sensation beginning in the chest and spreading outward - though it is also very likely that you will feel that coolness as the liquid travels down your throat, similar to how it feels to swallow an especially cold glass of water. A soft tingle across the skin is normal and it is merely a sign that your body is adjusting to the fire resistant properties. If you feel burning, dizziness, numbness, or anything beyond this cooling sensation... report to me immediately. No exceptions."

He allowed the words to settle, then added dryly as he produced a couple larger phials filled with the crisp cerulean liquid from the topmost drawer of his desk, "For those of you uncertain about your handiwork, or your courage, you may come to the front. I've a handful of phials from my own brew you can use.”

Once the clinks of cups and ladles was heard, timid or otherwise, Cox snapped the fingers of his left hand thrice to summon candles from various positions in the classroom to hover near each workstation. There were not enough candles for every individual student, so hopefully they would sort out on their own that they needed to share.

"These are for you to test your protection in a confined space before we truly put them to the test." The cork gave a quiet pop beneath his thumb before he downed the contents in a single unceremonious swallow. The familiar chill spread from the base of his throat, settling in his chest like a pocket of winter before radiating outward in slow controlled waves and a faint tingle crawled along his fingertips - the unmistakable sign of successful transference. His brow lifted a fraction and the corners of his mouth twitching as if to say 'as expected'. "Hold your hand close to the flame," he continued, demonstrating as he spoke. "You shouldn’t feel heat. A properly brewed Fire Protection Potion will allow you to pass your hand through it slowly, or even rest upon it, without discomfort. If you feel anything more than a whisper of warmth, stop immediately."

He straightened the stack of parchments on his desk with the edge of his hand, expression unreadable save for the faintest tug at one corner of his mouth. The lesson, after all, was far from over and he was quite curious how they would handle the next challenge.

OOC: Another 24 ish hours before we really start to heat things up

10-06-2025, 11:56 AM	#28 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,468 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Text Cut: Mr. Grunt Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Id, forever the expressive one, paid no attention to one of his brows lifting in surprise. It would have been quite something if the barbs helped one to be briefly protected from Fiendfyre. But unlike Cox, his optimism skyrocketed; perhaps a barbed potion of the sort he was about to brew with that strength could be a thing. As for the second question, Idris made a face at the possibility of one’s cauldron exploding from adding a bit of dragon liver. “Thanks, professor! You helped clear things up. I’ll be sure to put extra care forward when handling the barbs.” He quickly scribbled some notes before getting started on brewing. “Jan and I have always been a good team, Professor. I promise we won’t be working together for all of your lessons.” The Gryffindor didn’t find the need to explain that he was rather sad that his brother was graduating in the new year and that them working together was just one more way for him to make a valuable memory. Instead, he grinned broadly at Jan and bounced once, twice on his feet. “We got this!’’ Opting to use distilled water, five hundred ml of it was measured and added to the cauldron. “Incendio,’’ the fifth year muttered. Once the burner was lit, the flame was adjusted to low. Some time passed but eventually, there were bubbles swelling and popping. Not the fierce sort of swelling and popping, but of the gentle kind. This told Id it was time to add the salamander blood. Drip by ten drip, they fell among the bubbles. Silver stirring rod in hand, the mix was stirred clockwise thrice. Immediately it turned a lovely shade of orange. At his big brother’s words, he looked over once more at Jan’s cauldron and saw that they were at the same stage. “Makes me think of orange juice!” he chirped. “Grab a glass with me in the kitchen when we have some free time?” As Jan moved on, so did he. The Language Enthusiast added the three fire seeds to the mortar and began to crush them with the pestle. The first scoop of the seeds was scooped up with a silver spoon and shaken into the cauldron. Once that was dissolved, the step was repeated for the remaining spoonfuls. The new mix was stirred clockwise twice. The two mushroom tops were diced, all the while Idris was working in tandem with Jan. He felt at ease and just as confident as if he had been working alone. The pieces were placed in the liquid, him being careful not to throw them in too hard so as to minimise any splashing. With fascination, Idris watched as bubbles formed, small ones, and they popped soon after. They released yellow vapours - this made him happy as they reminded him of Paully. The five grams of dragon scale shavings joined the other ingredients before he hurriedly retreated a bit. Id did not fancy getting sparked upon. This time, he was reminded of Jan as the sparks were green, and he peered over at the Slytherin. “Extremely cool! Too bad we can’t do that again.” With a chuckle, Idris approached his cauldron again. Stirring ensued once more, this time at a pace slower than the previous; he made sure to count out fifteen hippocampuses across the three clockwise stirs. Now the three grams of Wartcap powder was slowly sprinkled in, all the while his gaze remained fixed on the potion. Indeed it began to thicken and undergo a colour change to forest green. The first drop of Essence of Murtlap was placed into the thickened potion followed by some stirring. This was repeated for the other three drops. Id was in awe of the new colour that appeared, exactly as described bright purple speckled with gold. A look towards Jan’s potion told him they had brewed correctly so far. Id made sure his fingertips weren’t sweaty before taking a pinch of the phoenix feather barbs. “Cheers! We’re almost done!” He bumped the seventh year’s fist. The barbs safely in the mix now, four stirs were done in a counter clockwise direction four times. Now, the heat was reduced so that the potion could simmer. “Nope, it wasn’t! I hope it’ll be a part of at least one of our exams. We’ll score full marks!” While keeping an eye on the time, Idris began cleaning up his workstation. The time elapsed before he knew it and so the cauldron was removed from the heat for cooling. This was obvious by the way the cerulean colour slowly emerged and the gold became copper. Like Jan, he too was thinking about their trip since the former colour reminded him of the calm waters. After placing some of his mixture into the phial the relevant information of his name, House and Year were written on it. Yes. Indeed. Clarifying was all in a day's work for a professor and what not. He couldn't quite help his jaw setting once again with the enthusiasm over this alleged teaming up. Potions require precision, after all, not collaboration. The more hands involved, the more likely things go wrong. Too many cooks spoil the brew, and he'd seen enough failed attempts to know that. Easy to say for the man whose picture was featured next to 'solitude' in the dictionary. No matter, for as his gaze flicked to the cooling potion, he nodded gently in approval. "Mind your tempo on the counterclockwise stirs in the future, make sure you are keeping the same pace and there isn't too much variation in your movements. Confidence shouldn't outpace precision," he cautioned, nodding towards his desk in the next breath. "Acceptable work, Mr. Grunt. Leave your sample on the desk." - - - - - - With the final phial corked and set aside on his desk, Cox's gaze swept the room once more and took the briefest of moment to enjoy the lingering hum of simmering cauldrons before they entirely quieted to an expectant stillness. Clapping his hands together suddenly, the runes on his hands once again glowing, a single glass cup shimmered into being upon each workstation. He exhaled slowly, though a sharpness hung in the air from his tone, as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Ladle out some of your potion ino the glass," he instructed. "120 milliliters, approximately one ladle's worth, will be more than sufficient for what comes next." He paused to let them accomplish this, eyes tracking for spills or overfilled cups [s]and expecting to see this from two students in particular. "You'll be testing your brew firsthand. The potion, when properly made, should produce a mild cooling sensation beginning in the chest and spreading outward - though it is also very likely that you will feel that coolness as the liquid travels down your throat, similar to how it feels to swallow an especially cold glass of water. A soft tingle across the skin is normal and it is merely a sign that your body is adjusting to the fire resistant properties. If you feel burning, dizziness, numbness, or anything beyond this cooling sensation... report to me immediately. No exceptions." He allowed the words to settle, then added dryly as he produced a couple larger phials filled with the crisp cerulean liquid from the topmost drawer of his desk, "For those of you uncertain about your handiwork, or your courage, you may come to the front. I've a handful of phials from my own brew you can use.” Once the clinks of cups and ladles was heard, timid or otherwise, Cox snapped the fingers of his left hand thrice to summon candles from various positions in the classroom to hover near each workstation. There were not enough candles for every individual student, so hopefully they would sort out on their own that they needed to share. "These are for you to test your protection in a confined space before we truly put them to the test." The cork gave a quiet pop beneath his thumb before he downed the contents in a single unceremonious swallow. The familiar chill spread from the base of his throat, settling in his chest like a pocket of winter before radiating outward in slow controlled waves and a faint tingle crawled along his fingertips - the unmistakable sign of successful transference. His brow lifted a fraction and the corners of his mouth twitching as if to say 'as expected'. "Hold your hand close to the flame," he continued, demonstrating as he spoke. "You shouldn’t feel heat. A properly brewed Fire Protection Potion will allow you to pass your hand through it slowly, or even rest upon it, without discomfort. If you feel anything more than a whisper of warmth, stop immediately." He straightened the stack of parchments on his desk with the edge of his hand, expression unreadable save for the faintest tug at one corner of his mouth. The lesson, after all, was far from over and he was quite curious how they would handle the next challenge. OOC: Another 24 ish hours before we really start to heat things up __________________ 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