Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Nodding, Wesley carefully poured the apple cider into the measuring glass. Hands shaking nervously, some of it slopped onto the table, but she still managed to fill the beaker. Because the Hufflepuff was so tiny, she didn't have to bend over to double check; the meniscus was already at eye level.

Setting the cider aside tenderly, Wesley reached for the gryphon dandruff and began to shake it out onto the measuring spoon. Her first shake was too violent, and the flakes went everywhere. Sneezing into her sleeve, the dandruff-covered 12-year-old very slowly shook them again. After several pain-staking minutes, she managed to acquire the exact amount, and gently tipped it into a spare phial.

"Right." Hesitantly taking the minced heart in hand, which she had been so desperately avoiding, Wesley stared at it, eyes wide in horror. What poor lionfish died for this? Somewhere, out in the ocean, or river, or wherever lionfish's lived, there was a baby lionfish and a mama lionfish, and they where crying. What kind of a person went around cutting out daddy lionfishs' hearts?

Trying to come up with a person, Wesley forgot about the potion, remembering it just as she heard the slosh of the bloodroot being added. Oh! Now it was her turn. Biting her lip, the Hufflepuff extended her arm holding the heart, and turned her head, not looking, as she tipped over the container. Expecting to hear another splash, Wesley was surprised when nothing happened. Looking back, she saw the minced heart hanging on, still sticky from just being cut. Oh no! It's angry, and it doesn't want to go in! It doesn't want to die! Overlooking the fact that the heart was already dead, Wesley opened her mouth to ask if she really had to do this.

But she already knew the answer. She had to. But she didn't want to! But she had to. Because Tiberius had picked her to be his partner; he had placed his absolute trust in her, and she couldn't let him down.

Flinching, the small child shook the container until she finally heard the substance come out. Wesley gulped and quickly added the pretty cider. It seemed to turn pink upon contact with the already added ingredients. Slowly - as the liquid spread throughout, the color bled in, and depending on how she tilted her head, the potion appeared to be much like a rainbow.

Looking at it in wonder, momentarily forgetting about Daddy Lionfish and his mourning family, Wesley spoke quietly, "Now's all we need is the dandruff."

She prodded the phial over to Tiberius just as he had done earlier with the minced heart. With his help, they where actually going to make something. Wesley owed a lot to the Ravenclaw; he deserved to add the final touch.