 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
"Incendio!"
With a flash of fire Patroclus had his cauldron burning, and the smell exuding from within it was heavenly As the juice began to heat, the boy could hear, pops and splutters as the fruit mixture began to slowly boil. As the crackling began to grow louder and more frequent, Patroclus knew it was time to reduce the flame, so too allow the fruit to simmer and soften.
"Dont want to burn my beauties," he muttered to himself grapsing at a cup and plunging it into the smooth grains of sugar. "One, Two, Three, Four and a Half cups!" the boy cried as he added each load to the simmering mixture.
Placing a ladle into the caludron, the boy gave the impliment a tap with his wand, "Locomotor Ladle!" and rotated his wand, Thank Morgana for Professor Charlton, the boy smiled to himself, as he waited for the sugar to dissolve.
He was truly starving by this point! |