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Daffy.Potter · 11-27-2009, 04:16 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Harmonizer

Samson's blood seemed to rush through his veins as he felt the urgency to finish the potion. Talk about pressure. And even if Livvy was being quiet, he was certain she was trying to rush him as well. All eyes were on him. Theee prreeeessuuurrreeee! He quickly wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. Meh.

He all but scramled to gather the remaining ingredients and started to dememberify (what a word) the bloodroot. EWW. For a guy, he sure was squeamish. He felt like he was cutting the veins of a person. Eugh. Well, that was 3 down. That wasn't so bad. That is, if he didn't want to scream in disgust right now. Okay. So being afraid of blood was not something a guy was allowed to admit. Meh.

Apple cider was easy enough. But, mincing lionfish hearts? Again with the bloody work. Bloody hell. BLOOD. GAH. With one eye closed, Samson proceeded to mince the heart with one eye partially closed. Finally, he dumped the ingredients in the cauldron. "Ugh, nasty," he murmured under his breath, then wiped his hands hastily on the side of his robe. Gross.

He looked at Livvy, a displeased look on his face, and then looked back at the cauldron. It was now beginning to change color, and as he sniffed, the scent changed as well. It smelled of strawberries and cream. And cinnamon. It smelled exactly like Issy. The sweetest of scents. Ahhh.

He was allowed to fall into temporary bliss, wasn't he?

The silence sounded so... loud to Livvy's ears. It was deafening. But she ignored it and she didn't even attempt to change that. The potion needed to be finished and drunken. The process couldn't be prolonged no longer and the professor was closing up class soon. Thank merlin he was allowing them to stay for a little bit longer.

She then took the inner membrane of the root from Samson's hands and dropped it gently into the cauldron. Livvy then watched Samson and his funny expression as he worked on the lionfish heart. Bleeehhh... poor lionfish. The look on the boy's face greatly amused her but ew.... ewwww... EWWWWW.... blood didn't scare her but she hated seeing it. Even though Livvy had seen blood enough during Quidditch, about 7/8 of it all being produced by Nigel Forbulus, she still despised the sight of it.

Livvy decided that she'd let Samson take care of the lionfish and drop it into the cauldron. SHE... began to gather up the griffin dandruff. BLEH. Who knew that griffins had dandruff. Once the apple cider and the lionfish heart were added into the potion, she peered into the cauldron and studied the color. Ooohhh... pweeetehh. It smelled nice too. "Noooow.... the griffin dandruff," Livvy said, sprinkling it into the cauldron. "I think we're pretty much done." She grinned at Samson at the last sentence. Excluding... the whole... drinking the potion thing.

11-27-2009, 04:16 AM	#698 (permalink)
Daffy.Potter Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Flyingpigs. [GMT-5] Posts: 12,081 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercedes A. Finklestein x7 x3	James' Violin Buddy \| Josey's Duckie ♥ \| \| Dandruffie's BFF \| O Sparkly One Quote: Originally Posted by Harmonizer Samson's blood seemed to rush through his veins as he felt the urgency to finish the potion. Talk about pressure. And even if Livvy was being quiet, he was certain she was trying to rush him as well. All eyes were on him. Theee prreeeessuuurrreeee! He quickly wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. Meh. He all but scramled to gather the remaining ingredients and started to dememberify (what a word) the bloodroot. EWW. For a guy, he sure was squeamish. He felt like he was cutting the veins of a person. Eugh. Well, that was 3 down. That wasn't so bad. That is, if he didn't want to scream in disgust right now. Okay. So being afraid of blood was not something a guy was allowed to admit. Meh. Apple cider was easy enough. But, mincing lionfish hearts? Again with the bloody work. Bloody hell. BLOOD. GAH. With one eye closed, Samson proceeded to mince the heart with one eye partially closed. Finally, he dumped the ingredients in the cauldron. "Ugh, nasty," he murmured under his breath, then wiped his hands hastily on the side of his robe. Gross. He looked at Livvy, a displeased look on his face, and then looked back at the cauldron. It was now beginning to change color, and as he sniffed, the scent changed as well. It smelled of strawberries and cream. And cinnamon. It smelled exactly like Issy. The sweetest of scents. Ahhh. He was allowed to fall into temporary bliss, wasn't he? The silence sounded so... loud to Livvy's ears. It was deafening. But she ignored it and she didn't even attempt to change that. The potion needed to be finished and drunken. The process couldn't be prolonged no longer and the professor was closing up class soon. Thank merlin he was allowing them to stay for a little bit longer. She then took the inner membrane of the root from Samson's hands and dropped it gently into the cauldron. Livvy then watched Samson and his funny expression as he worked on the lionfish heart. Bleeehhh... poor lionfish. The look on the boy's face greatly amused her but ew.... ewwww... EWWWWW.... blood didn't scare her but she hated seeing it. Even though Livvy had seen blood enough during Quidditch, about 7/8 of it all being produced by Nigel Forbulus, she still despised the sight of it. Livvy decided that she'd let Samson take care of the lionfish and drop it into the cauldron. SHE... began to gather up the griffin dandruff. BLEH. Who knew that griffins had dandruff. Once the apple cider and the lionfish heart were added into the potion, she peered into the cauldron and studied the color. Ooohhh... pweeetehh. It smelled nice too. "Noooow.... the griffin dandruff," Livvy said, sprinkling it into the cauldron. "I think we're pretty much done." She grinned at Samson at the last sentence. Excluding... the whole... drinking the potion thing.