Marcus rolled his eyes at Evelyn and pushed off the table and headed for the pantry at the back of the room, to collect the ingredients that Miss Flores was too lazy to get.

With his arms full of ingredients he placed them down onto the table just in time to catch the young Hufflepuff's statement.

"You are quite correct Nymphy and to get it to the right consistency we are going to need..." he reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a small looking instrument..."a thermometer."

Lawson turned back to Evelyn, "You are also going to need a saucepan and measuring jug. Oh and probably a spoon would be a good idea as well."

He looked at the Slytherin expectantly, "You do know what those things are, right?"

Ten galleons says she doesn't.

Man, he needed to stop with the betting. It had already got him into this mess.