 CATSUP. I mean, ketchup. Er, CATCH. UP. Ya. Ketchuping in Cooking Class. :D Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Blah blah blah blah blah. "This is totally a cooking class," Fletcher murmured under his breath to both Kurumi and Treyen. "All the ingredients are like, food!" Only they weren't allowed to EAT THEM, were they?! NO. Because Fletcher had tried that once and how well had that worked out?
Hmmph. Still grumbling to himself, Fletcher thoroughly inspected his cauldron and then scourgified it inside and out. He dumped his cottage cheese and lit the burner with his wand. What was next? Bran? Easy.
Fletcher measured out the bran, and, after casting a sneaky glance about the room, picked a few flakes off the top and placed them on his tongue. OM NOM NOM she did NOT see that. And he wasn't crunching this time so there was no way Lafay had heard either. He was just measuring. That was all.
In went the bran and then the salt, which did not need a taste-test verification, and Fletcher began mixing the ingredients with a spoon. Or 'folding,' them. Whatever.
"You only fold ingredients together when you cook," he continued muttering. Not that this boy cooked....ever....but he had read his fake-mum's recipes. Mhmm.
Moving on, Fletcher hurriedly chopped up his asphodel leaves and mushed 'em together with the dragon marrow. He leaned his face in close to the mixture and made "ooooooh" sounds as it magically swelled. "WICKED."
Well that was cool at least. Fletcher carelessly dumped that mess into the cauldron and then acquired his portion of the unicorn horn. It seemed a bit weird to be using what was probably a very valuable substance, but whatever. It had been weird to use phoenix tears last lesson too... eh....but he supposed that Lafay knew her stuff, usually. Except when it came to CLEANING CAULDRONS. NOT EVERY CAULDRON SHOULD BE CLEANED BEFORE POTION-MAKING TAKES PLACE, SHOULD IT? BECAUSE THAT CAN ALSO LEAD TO DISASTROUS RESULTS, CAN'T IT?!
And that reminded Fletcher. As he added the Jell-O mixture to his ground horn and then dumped the whole thing into his cauldron, his current frown deepened. That potion didn't look right. Things weren't mixing right... hmm... it must be needing a spot of water... so Fletch fixed that with a bit of aguamenti and a few more stirs. There. Now that there was a pause in the potion making, he figured it would be a good time to ask the professor the question that had been on his mind since the second task of the tournament.
"Question for your expertness, Professssah," he drawled lazily, flapping his hand up and around in the air. "If you were to --- hypothetically --- come across a random old cauldron in the middle of a maze and you had to --- hypothetically --- brew a growth potion in said hypothetical cauldron... and a variety of hypothetical ingredients were available to you along with something already bubbling in this hypothetical cauldron....."
Fletcher paused to take a breath and raise an eyebrow.
"What would be the first thing you would do, madame? Hypothetically speaking, of course." He wasn't sure if he'd gotten that point across yet.
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