 Sardines ♥ // Nomsy, yo ❄ rolling in the ink ❄
The rest of the brewing process had continued in much the same way that it started. Cat was, if she dared to be so confident, in the zone. It was the first time she’d really felt this way - to this extent. The planning, the hours upon hours tucked away in her room at home, reading and studying and taking notes over the summer.
The instructions on timing had caught her up a bit - the row your boats and itsy bitsy spiders were too subjective for her taste. She ended up with a concoction that was perhaps more vibrant than she would have liked. Not pale enough. But it did stretch quite a ways as she lifted a ladle before breaking and settling back into the cauldron.
All in all, she was pleased. And still more confident than she’d probably ever felt in her life.
She glanced toward her classmates that may or may not have been getting reprimanded for creating sentience. She glanced back at her own work, her confidence wavering as she studied the color again. Professor Cox had said it was more about consistency anyway, right?
Well. She supposed it was time to try it out regardless. She took her plastic hand from the airspace it was occupying near her head. Then she did as instructed; holding it by tongs to douse it in potion from her ladle until covered (she was careful to pour deliberately so as to avoid any splashing). Then, taptap against the rim. Still no splashing.
One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippgriffs…
She waited eleven, just in case. Then she began to stretch it.
It stretched!
And she was so excited that she maybe dropped one end before reaching her full arm span… but the hand began to slowly revert to its normal shape. So… she’d call that a win.
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