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Hogwarts RPG Name: Meinir Ellis Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora "Rory" Archer Hufflepuff Fourth Year | Little Fox | ½ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw...?? *overthinks* | #HouseNATARINA Step one. Begin with a medium heat. Medium was subjective to say the least, no? Both extremes she could understand, so she got it going to something that didn't look too low or too high. Middling. Probably, possibly medium. It would do. She poured the honeywater infusion into the cauldron, after very briefly bobbing down to beaker level to do her due diligence in ensuring it was actually 500ml. Two spoonfuls of Flobberworm mucus - disgusting, by the way - were added to the honeywater infusion, one level, one slightly heaped. Then seven CLOCKWISE stirs were completed. "One, two, three, four, f-ive, six, seven, ei-" She muttered under her breathe. Seven and one-billionth stirs completed. No one would know. What difference would a fraction of a stir make anyway?
In answer, the potion coughed, which it was probably supposed to do. Meinir narrowed her eyes. Hmm. That was a golden sheen, right? Step one complete! This was a piece of cake. Or... hmm, she'd have to think of potions-related pun another time. No one wanted her honeywater-mucus mix to bubble away while she was thinking of puns. Moving onto step two! Add powdered Billywig wing gradually while continuously stirring counterclockwise. Guess that meant all of the powdered Billywig wing? One and a half teaspoons of the powder were roughly shaken into the potion, some missing the cauldron eeeeeeeever so slightly, while she stirred and stirred and stirred. COUNTER-clockwise, she remembered! Just. When did she need to stop stirring? When it- OH, LOOK! Sparks, barely perceptible, rose from the surface of the liquid, alternating between pale and pale orange. Very pretty, she must admit. Her eyes skimmed over the instructions again, almost missing the part about the sparks turning orange. Oops. That would've been bad, huh? She turned the heat down a touch. Then a touch more, just to be safe.
Step three! Oh, she needed the heat to be low now anyway? Well, wasn't that just perfect! She happily sprinkled (read: dropped) the gum arabic into the mix, feeling pretty proud of herself. Nothing had blown up yet! This step didn't mention stirring, though, so did she need to? She hadn't been stirring at any rate, not since the pretty sparks had caught her eye and she'd needed to lower the heat. Not stirring it would thicken it, though, she reckoned. It was looking goldish and syrupish, though she had no real clue what the texture of warmed syrup was. It was probably this, she decided.
Mei then read step four, which mentioned not stirring the potion for three minutes. To steep. So did that include the time she already hadn't been stirring it for, or...? Throwing caution to the wind, she tossed in the essence of reed grass and waited. For approximately three minutes, give or take two minutes.
The surface was decidedly dull, not even slightly reflective, no matter how much she squinted at it. "Uhh..." |