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sweetpinkpixie · 05-25-2026, 01:36 AM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Levi was aware that Cox gave his potion a tad extra attention. Sometimes it made him nervous because he was half afraid to hear he had done something wrong. The other half of him wouldn’t mind hearing such since it meant that he would - hopefully - be able to correct whatever error had been made. Thankfully, today’s lesson did not fall into the latter scenario. Cox’s single word and nod made the Hufflepuff’s heart explode with happiness and relief. “Thanks again, professor!” The man’s feedback was always welcome and appreciated; just imagine all that Levi could learn from the man’s expertise!

Unset cement? Curdled milk? Making a face at the thought of his elixir turning out like that, Levi added these to his notes for future reference. “Constant vigilance is also required for potion brewing,” he told himself. Anyway, who believed that Cox would let them consume subpar potions? Certainly not him. Cox wouldn’t risk it all to harm the students, right?

With things progressing, the third year set his quill down on the pages of his open book to watch in fascination as the ‘hands’ put on a sort of show. In the end, a blue one appeared in front of him so he reached out to take it. Oh… so the hands were a part of testing the elixir! Obviously Levi did his best to follow the instructions to the letter.

Tongs and hand in either of his actual hands, some of the elixir was placed on the fake hand’s surface. Tap. tap! The excess was gotten rid of! Soon enough the count to ten hippogriffs was also completed which meant… the fun part! The excited boy seized the other end of the hand and…

STREEETCHEEED!

It was safe to say that he was quite delighted with the results. It did not feel like or seem like there were any of those adverse effects Cox described as the hand stretched and snapped back into shape with perfection. Levi basked in the moment of success; in a moment he’d head over to try out the activity.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Levi made his way to the row of front stations, along with the trust ‘hand’. It would be lovely to get one of those tokens; if not, then that was okay. He never minded essay writing. Thoughtful eyes lingered on the additional tokens that were hanging from the chandeliers. He’d made a second attempt if there was time. Or so he told himself. Clearly there was nothing wrong with his potion but did that mean Levi still trusted his brewing skills? Not really. There was always some level of doubt that he wrestled with. His self-confidence could use some work.

From where he stood, the Hufflepuff ensured that the ‘hand’ STREEETCHEEED! to the required length. Now, Levi had excellent coordination skills, something which had been demonstrated countless times on the Quidditch pitch and in his capacity as Keeper. As the ‘hand’ extended, he found his confidence in securing a token growing. His tongue stuck between his teeth, as though that would help with his aim, the object was guided towards one of the tokens.

Truthfully? It took a while for him to secure one. The token seemed determined to escape the hand. Rather than be discouraged, Levi kept trying, though there eventually was some light pain shooting through his arm from the continuous guidance it was providing to the ‘hand’. In the end, a token was scooped up, thankfully before the Elixir wore off, which made him do a brief wiggle which totally counted as a victory dance.

Victory!

"Nicely done, Mr. Singh-Phora," he said as the boy's distinctly unrestrained victory wiggle unfolded. He was here to critique brewing techniques, not dance moves. "Your brew appears stable, responsive, and — most importantly — highly unlikely to liquefy your skeletal integrity upon consumption."

High praise, truly.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the remaining tokens suspended from the chandeliers overhead.

"You have passed the preliminary stability tests safely enough," he continued. "Should you wish to attempt the second phase, I see no reason to discourage it."

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Cox’s attention shifted toward Miss Webb just in time to witness the backscratcher stretch successfully across her arm span before slipping from her grasp in what appeared to be excitement overriding motor function. Still, the plastic hand slowly recoiled back toward its original shape, which was promising indeed.

"Good work, Miss Webb,” he remarked as he stepped nearer her workstation, gaze flicking briefly toward the slightly over-vibrant coloration of the potion in her cauldron. "The structural consistency appears correct."

He paused and gestured toward the front row of desks.

"Go ahead and give the second stage of trials a go."

Text Cut: the one really doing his darndest

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Originally Posted by renmarie

The moment Professor Cox stopped beside him, Wesley knew he was in trouble. Not catastrophic, expelled-from-Hogwarts trouble. But definitely “you have somehow offended the potion personally” trouble.

Wesley’s grip tightened slightly around the spoon as he looked down at the silver-blue ribbon trying to crawl its way out of the cauldron. In hindsight, continuing to stir it had maybe not been his strongest decision.

"Sorry, sir," he said quickly, cheeks warming in embarrassment. "I thought if I kept it moving, it'd settle itself back down." Clearly, that had not been how Elasticity Elixirs worked.

As the professor pointed out each mistake one after another, Wesley felt his stomach sink lower with every sentence. The reed grass stirring. Forgetting the tendon shavings. The structural rebound thing he definitely should have understood the first time.

Merlin. He really was trying.

"Right. Slow," Wesley nodded quickly once the correction was explained. "I can do slow." That sounded far more confident than he actually felt.

Carefully this time, Wesley measured out the additional honeywater infusion and poured it into the cauldron. The potion hissed softly before settling slightly back into itself. Okay. Not dead yet.

He began the clockwise stirs exactly as instructed. One. Slowly. Two. Very slowly.

By the third stir, Wesley was concentrating so hard on not messing it up again that he barely seemed to blink. Once finished, he physically set the spoon down on the opposite side of the workstation and took one large step backward from the cauldron entirely.

"Untouched," he muttered firmly to himself. "We're leaving it untouched now." Honestly, removing himself from immediate access to the potion felt like the safest option for everybody involved.

Wesley blinked as a blue, plastic hand floated in front of him. With some hesitation, he grabbed his tongs as instructed and grabbed the hand in front of him, looking over his potion briefly before following the Professor's instructions.

Wesley dipped the hand in and coated it entirely before counting. One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippogriffs...

When he reached ten hippogriffs, he slowly grabbed both ends of the plastic hand and began to stretch it. He sighed in relief as the hand began to stretch, before it sagged in the middle and lost its form. He groaned aloud as he examined the deformed hand and his potion.

Cox watched the plastic hand sag mournfully at its midpoint with the expression of someone neither surprised nor particularly devastated by the outcome. Though his posture shifted faintly afterward, there was some quieter acknowledgment there that being handed an itemized list of brewing failures in rapid succession was rarely an enjoyable educational experience and that Mr. Blackwell’s spirit likely resembled the collapsed backscratcher somewhat at present.

Such was the harsher reality of potion making. Precision left very little room for error, and unfortunately, error remained one of the most effective instructors the discipline possessed. No competent potioneer existed who had not, at some stage, produced sludge, poison, smoke, or something concerning in pursuit of learning otherwise.

"Your structural integrity is unfortunately too unstable for human consumption," he informed the boy, tone dry but no longer quite as sharp around the edges. "The elasticity is functioning, but the rebound strength is inconsistent. Which, translated less academically, means parts of you would likely stretch correctly while other parts attempted to become decorative pudding. However," he continued, nodding once toward the tokens scattered across his desk, "the potion remains sufficiently stable for external application. You are welcome to attempt the retrieval exercise if you wish." One brow lifted slightly. "Consider it practical evidence that imperfect brewing is still preferable to abandoning the cauldron entirely. And ladle me a sample of your potion as is."

They could go over its composition at another time and compare it to another attempt at the potion at a later date.

OOC: Last chance to participate in Potions! Professor Cox will be dismissing students in my next post, which should be up within the next 24 hours, technology permitting. If you’d like to jump in before class wraps up, now’s the time!

05-25-2026, 01:36 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: 41,462 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth 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: the one soon to have Gum Gum RETRIEVE ability Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Levi was aware that Cox gave his potion a tad extra attention. Sometimes it made him nervous because he was half afraid to hear he had done something wrong. The other half of him wouldn’t mind hearing such since it meant that he would - hopefully - be able to correct whatever error had been made. Thankfully, today’s lesson did not fall into the latter scenario. Cox’s single word and nod made the Hufflepuff’s heart explode with happiness and relief. “Thanks again, professor!” The man’s feedback was always welcome and appreciated; just imagine all that Levi could learn from the man’s expertise! Unset cement? Curdled milk? Making a face at the thought of his elixir turning out like that, Levi added these to his notes for future reference. “Constant vigilance is also required for potion brewing,” he told himself. Anyway, who believed that Cox would let them consume subpar potions? Certainly not him. Cox wouldn’t risk it all to harm the students, right? With things progressing, the third year set his quill down on the pages of his open book to watch in fascination as the ‘hands’ put on a sort of show. In the end, a blue one appeared in front of him so he reached out to take it. Oh… so the hands were a part of testing the elixir! Obviously Levi did his best to follow the instructions to the letter. Tongs and hand in either of his actual hands, some of the elixir was placed on the fake hand’s surface. Tap. tap! The excess was gotten rid of! Soon enough the count to ten hippogriffs was also completed which meant… the fun part! The excited boy seized the other end of the hand and… STREEETCHEEED! It was safe to say that he was quite delighted with the results. It did not feel like or seem like there were any of those adverse effects Cox described as the hand stretched and snapped back into shape with perfection. Levi basked in the moment of success; in a moment he’d head over to try out the activity. Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Levi made his way to the row of front stations, along with the trust ‘hand’. It would be lovely to get one of those tokens; if not, then that was okay. He never minded essay writing. Thoughtful eyes lingered on the additional tokens that were hanging from the chandeliers. He’d made a second attempt if there was time. Or so he told himself. Clearly there was nothing wrong with his potion but did that mean Levi still trusted his brewing skills? Not really. There was always some level of doubt that he wrestled with. His self-confidence could use some work. From where he stood, the Hufflepuff ensured that the ‘hand’ STREEETCHEEED! to the required length. Now, Levi had excellent coordination skills, something which had been demonstrated countless times on the Quidditch pitch and in his capacity as Keeper. As the ‘hand’ extended, he found his confidence in securing a token growing. His tongue stuck between his teeth, as though that would help with his aim, the object was guided towards one of the tokens. Truthfully? It took a while for him to secure one. The token seemed determined to escape the hand. Rather than be discouraged, Levi kept trying, though there eventually was some light pain shooting through his arm from the continuous guidance it was providing to the ‘hand’. In the end, a token was scooped up, thankfully before the Elixir wore off, which made him do a brief wiggle which totally counted as a victory dance. Victory! "Nicely done, Mr. Singh-Phora," he said as the boy's distinctly unrestrained victory wiggle unfolded. He was here to critique brewing techniques, not dance moves. "*Your brew appears stable, responsive, and — most importantly — highly* unlikely to liquefy your skeletal integrity upon consumption." High praise, truly. His gaze flicked briefly toward the remaining tokens suspended from the chandeliers overhead. "You have passed the preliminary stability tests safely enough," he continued. "Should you wish to attempt the second phase, I see no reason to discourage it." Text Cut*: the one who may have moved past her inky legacy* Quote: Originally Posted by squidnie 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. Cox’s attention shifted toward Miss Webb just in time to witness the backscratcher stretch successfully across her arm span before slipping from her grasp in what appeared to be excitement overriding motor function. Still, the plastic hand slowly recoiled back toward its original shape, which was promising indeed. "Good work, Miss Webb,” he remarked as he stepped nearer her workstation, gaze flicking briefly toward the slightly over-vibrant coloration of the potion in her cauldron. "The structural consistency appears correct." He paused and gestured toward the front row of desks. "Go ahead and give the second stage of trials a go." Text Cut: the one really doing his darndest Quote: Originally Posted by renmarie The moment Professor Cox stopped beside him, Wesley knew he was in trouble. Not catastrophic, expelled-from-Hogwarts trouble. But definitely “you have somehow offended the potion personally” trouble. Wesley’s grip tightened slightly around the spoon as he looked down at the silver-blue ribbon trying to crawl its way out of the cauldron. In hindsight, continuing to stir it had maybe not been his strongest decision. "Sorry, sir," he said quickly, cheeks warming in embarrassment. "I thought if I kept it moving, it'd settle itself back down." Clearly, that had not been how Elasticity Elixirs worked. As the professor pointed out each mistake one after another, Wesley felt his stomach sink lower with every sentence. The reed grass stirring. Forgetting the tendon shavings. The structural rebound thing he definitely should have understood the first time. Merlin. He really was trying. "Right. Slow," Wesley nodded quickly once the correction was explained. "I can do slow." That sounded far more confident than he actually felt. Carefully this time, Wesley measured out the additional honeywater infusion and poured it into the cauldron. The potion hissed softly before settling slightly back into itself. Okay. Not dead yet. He began the clockwise stirs exactly as instructed. One. Slowly. Two. Very slowly. By the third stir, Wesley was concentrating so hard on not messing it up again that he barely seemed to blink. Once finished, he physically set the spoon down on the opposite side of the workstation and took one large step backward from the cauldron entirely. "Untouched," he muttered firmly to himself. "We're leaving it untouched now." Honestly, removing himself from immediate access to the potion felt like the safest option for everybody involved. Wesley blinked as a blue, plastic hand floated in front of him. With some hesitation, he grabbed his tongs as instructed and grabbed the hand in front of him, looking over his potion briefly before following the Professor's instructions. Wesley dipped the hand in and coated it entirely before counting. One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippogriffs... When he reached ten hippogriffs, he slowly grabbed both ends of the plastic hand and began to stretch it. He sighed in relief as the hand began to stretch, before it sagged in the middle and lost its form. He groaned aloud as he examined the deformed hand and his potion. Cox watched the plastic hand sag mournfully at its midpoint with the expression of someone neither surprised nor particularly devastated by the outcome. Though his posture shifted faintly afterward, there was some quieter acknowledgment there that being handed an itemized list of brewing failures in rapid succession was rarely an enjoyable educational experience and that Mr. Blackwell’s spirit likely resembled the collapsed backscratcher somewhat at present. Such was the harsher reality of potion making. Precision left very little room for error, and unfortunately, error remained one of the most effective instructors the discipline possessed. No competent potioneer existed who had not, at some stage, produced sludge, poison, smoke, or something concerning in pursuit of learning otherwise. "Your structural integrity is unfortunately too unstable for human consumption," he informed the boy, tone dry but no longer quite as sharp around the edges. "The elasticity is functioning, but the rebound strength is inconsistent. Which, translated less academically, means parts of you would likely stretch correctly while other parts attempted to become decorative pudding. However," he continued, nodding once toward the tokens scattered across his desk, "the potion remains sufficiently stable for external application. You are welcome to attempt the retrieval exercise if you wish." One brow lifted slightly. "Consider it practical evidence that imperfect brewing is still preferable to abandoning the cauldron entirely. And ladle me a sample of your potion as is." They could go over its composition at another time and compare it to another attempt at the potion at a later date. OOC: Last chance to participate in Potions! Professor Cox will be dismissing students in my next post, which should be up within the next 24 hours, technology permitting. If you’d like to jump in before class wraps up, now’s the time! __________________ 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