11-22-2009, 05:18 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Ivandermius Hart Third Year | GUESS WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN ♥ Team Samssy ♥ Quote:
Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter Blink. It was decided. Professor Kaziman was a WEIRDO. And he was just... ahhh... creepy. Love triangles? Really? That just wasn't cool. Having someone fall in love with you with a love potion was already crazy enough. And to have a THIRD person part of the activity.... ? WAS HE INSANE? Yes. He was. He really was. And his smile was just really creepy. Love itself is a tricky business? Shudder.
Livvy made no comment as she crushed the fluxweed and finished off the job. She peeked over at Samson every now and then, with curiosity and to see if the boy was on track of things. There was nothing worse than having a partner that slacked off. BLECH. She hated that.
Meh? She glanced over at Samson when he spoke to her. Oh. So they were speaking? Livvy just smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess. Unless you want to talk about something? I just sort of want to get this all over with or so... but it IS rather dull. So. Uhm. What year are you in?" It was a LAME question, but Livvy couldn't think of anything better. Maybe it would lead off to some better ones. "Oh. And are you done? Cuz' if you are, we can move onto the lovage seeds and extract the pollen. Apparently we have to do it together," she said, shrugging her shoulders. The most work Samson was doing was staring at the bubbles forming in the cauldron as the water boiled. But then, his eyes lifted to the Professor at his instructions. EEEH. Could he skip potions? Like, leave? NOW?
Ugh.
He looked over at Livvy and mirrored her shrug. It was better to have a really stupid question that be silent and awkward and all. "7th year." he said simply. "I'm graduating this year. Finally! And you?" Yeah, that was a stupid question too, but oh well.
As soon as Livvy finished crushing the fluxweed, Samson gestured to the cauldron. Of course he was done. There wasn't much work needed in heating water, really. "I guess you should add that in now. And, er, we have to work on the lovage seeds? Eugh. That sounds haaard," he half whined, but it was needed. A good grade was needed. Rawr.
Samson took the liberty of gathering a handful of lovage seeds, and scattered them on the table. "Seed number one," he held up the small seed with his thumb and forefinger, between his eyes. "Ready?" He could tell she was just as reluctant about it as he was. Extracting the stupid pollen or oil or whatever was inside the stupid small seed that only came in one drop that evaporated almost instantly! What kind of insane ingredient was this anyway.
Meh.
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