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Droo
"Yes, clean! The top of the five C's of potion making." She said and wrote on the board the ingredients:
1 gallon of goat's milk.
1 tsp of crushed Yellow Moonstone
2 lacewing flies
10 Shrivelfigs
2 tbsp of chopped knotgrass
1 drop of Leech juice
5 drops Pomegranite juice
1 tsp bicorn horn, crushed
1 phoenix tear
1 daisy root, finely chopped
2 sprigs of Fluxweed
2 peppermint toads
1 chocolate frog
1 liquorish wand
"Start by cleaning your cauldrons and filling them with goat's milk."
Amy picked up her quil and began to note down the ingridients in her notebook
She finished scribbiling down the ingridients and put her book to one side, she then moved her cauldron cloder to her and took out her wand, scourgify she muttered watching the cauldron clean itself,
woww, magic was sooo cool! She thought, like a little firstie all over again, she was so childish sometimes, she then took the goats milk and poured it into the cauldron, then stood, waiting for the next instruction
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Originally Posted by Droo
She smiled at the prefect and summoned her ingredients to her desk. "Do retrieve your ingredients, the only one you won't find are the phoenix tears, those I will come around and administer when the time comes. Now," she said and looked into the cauldron filled with goat's milk, "Mortar and pestle out and begin working on crushing the yellow moonstone. Yellow moonstone helps with the de-aging by energizing the milk, and causing the regression in your DNA." She said crushing it. "Grind it to a powder and then sprinkle it in the cauldron as you stir."
Amy, unable to summon things using magic quite yet, walked around the benches, over to the ingridients, levitating them to her desk. She walked back to the desk and stood infront of it, noting some extra things down on her notebook, then she took the pestle and mortar and began to grind the moonstone,
grinding the stones, in the lesson, grinding the stones, in the lesson, she sang under her breath, getting into a rhythm so her arm wouldn't hurt as much.
She carried on grinding until her arm ached and then she lifted the pestle and looked down at the yellow-y powder and began to sprinkle it into the cauldron, stiring at the same time