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Art was stooped over his walking stick. It was all that was holding him up. He'd thought this would have been fun, a good idea, something to get a laugh, but he was regretting it now. The walking stick was shaking under his tremour. Even dear Madame Curie was looking at him, her little nose sniffing about in concern. He slowly, slowly pulled out his chair, walked around it, and sat down. It took him about two minutes to be able to lift up high enough to place his backside on the chair, but there it was. And hopefully he wouldn't have to move it this lesson. It would take a few hours for the potion to wear off.
The door was already open, and the ingredients were lined up under a charmed piece of cloth. Mostly so that he could be sure nobody had tampered with them, but also to keep the ingredients a secret. At least for now. He was starting to think about how he would manage to reach across the desk to lift the cloths... how would he manage that? Well, a class of students, he was sure he could ask one of them to lift it up for him.
Prepare all ingredients as listed in the ingredients list, weighing and measuring each carefully.
Slowly heat the red wine and prune juice and begin stirring clockwise until you can just see bubbles starting to form. (The mixture will be dark purple/brown)
Immediately add the Hairy Fungus and continue to stir clockwise for ten minutes. (The mixture will slowly fade to a lighter purple/brown)
Continuing to stir clockwise, add the tortoise shell. (The mixture will be a creamy color)
After eight minutes, remove the cauldron from the heat and add the caterpillar and bat tongue, making sure to continue to stir the solution in a clockwise motion for five minutes, until it changes to a creamy green colour.
As the potion cools, it will turn emerald green. Once it is completely cooled (about fifteen to twenty minutes), you may cease dispense the potion into appropriate vials for storage.
Characteristics: Emerald Green Level: Advanced Information: The effects are dosage based; the more ingested, the older one will age
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Rula didn't know what potion they were going to be brewing, but if it had anything to do with the condition the professor seemed to be in, she wasn't too excited about it. And some of the ingredients didn't look too appealing either. Not that she expected them to, considering this was Potions class, buuut still.
She had no guess right now, so she just readied her parchment and quill to take some notes.
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Azura saw Brady and Jace walk in.. But neither one of them took any notice of her and she bit her lip and bowed her head a little. She was already regretting telling them about her mother. Azura wanted to talk to them, but.. They didn't seem to want anything to with her..
She bit her lip and turned away before looking up at the Professor..
An advanced level potion? She was looking forward to that! And she wasn't wasn't going to burden an older student with her! She could do it herself!
As she studied the ingredients and looked at them carefully a few answers came to her mind.."Are we making the Pokyjuice potion Professor?" she asked, as her hand went into the air.. Maybe that "Or the Draught of living death?"
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Merlin, Noelle was running late.
Why did the Gryffindor common room have to be soooooo far away from potions class?? Noelle had been down here already but realized she had forgotten her potions book and had high tailed it back to get her book. Now she was out of breath as she entered the potions classroom, just as the professor started speaking.
Most of the seats were taken, but Noelle sat down beside Azura. She gave the girl a wave and a smile. Now to pay attention to the professor.
The ingredients had been hidden in a way but now they were shown. And Rooney was asked to hand out the ingredients. Noelle wanted to see what they were. She wasn't very tall so it was hard to see over the other students.
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Okay... was the Professor going to DIE? Like right now, right here, in this very lesson? Dora certainly hoped not, but it looked as though it could be a very real thing. A THING TO BE FEARED. But he was nice, he was. And she smiled softly when he returned her greeting. Awww the old man was nice at least!
AND FINALLY!! He was removing the cloth!! Dora pulled her feet up under her bum and shifted so she could see better. Even though she was not as short as she had been when she started Hogwarts, but she was still a bit short! AND OMG LOOK AT THOSE THINGS!! DORA HAD NO IDEA WHAT THEY WERE GOING TO BREW, BUT IT WAS ALL VERY EXCITING! So. Exciting. UGH.
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What the heck are those.... are those eyebrows??? looking at everything it totally turned her off, what were they making? listening to the other students make some guesses she started to write some down as "possible options" some of these kids though were pretty smart. Echo just hoped and prayed that she didnt get messy, please not that again.
Echo thought she might as well shout out an option "polyjuice potion sir?" she asked questioningly. while kind of shrinking in her chair, shes a 5th year and she didnt really study over summer break, hopefully she passes her owls this year.
Colt heard the Professor's greeting towards him and he shot him a quizzical yet surprised look. He didn't think this guy would have this much enthusiasm. He gave an awkward half smile and took his seat. As he heard the door shut, he refrained from doodling and heard the Professor speaking. Man did he have a stuttering problem. Was he nervous or was he born with it? Ah well it was starting to get a little annoying but the snake would have to get used to it. He saw the Professor unveil the ingredients and he wondered what it could be. There was pink spikes, some yellow scales and fluff balls? What in the bloody merlin? He had no clue.
Nope potions was not his strong suit at all. He tilted his head to get a better look and shrugged. "Profesor are we making a fluffy creature?" It would be kind of cool to keep as a pet
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Advanced? Work with older students? Blaise groaned, having not removed his head from the desk. This was the first class of the term. They had a bunch of First Years who'd only gotten off the train like a day or two ago, why'd they have to be diving into advanced things so soon? Wouldn't this have been better when the class had grown more acclimatized to being back at school instead of having their brains still stuck in summer mode?
His brain was still in summer mode and even if staying up hadn't left him exhausted, thinking about a potion that might be too 'advanced' for him surely did it in.
Just let him sleep please. Five minutes. Just five--no no ten, ten might help, or half an hour. That sounded heavenly.
Eventually, Blaise lifted his head, resting it in the palm of his hand with with his elbow on the table for support to watch everything that was going on. "I don't know Professor...but I'll have the opposite of whatever you had before coming to class this morning." Because now that his head was up, he did notice something was a bit off with the man and would rather not suffer the same fate thanks.
Unless...you know....it wasn't a potion the man took but father time catching up with the old man.
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Colt thought he might as well be proactive. He needed to try and get into some lessons. He was being nagged by his mother via owl to try and get an education. He needed to do well in OWLS. He didn't think they would come up so soon. As he made his way to the potions classroom from his common room, he realized it was so close. He didn't have to walk too far. Kudos to him. As he passed the entrance way to the potions classroom, he noticed the Professor was there. Hmm he had a cane with him? Must be really old. Why would he want to spend his time with snobby little brats? Ah well his choice.
He nodded towards him and muttered, "Hello Professor.." and then walked to find his seat. He found one near the back of the classroom. Time to do some doodles before class started. He wondered what they were learning. He snorted at Mel's question and gave her a little wave.
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Colt heard the Professor's greeting towards him and he shot him a quizzical yet surprised look. He didn't think this guy would have this much enthusiasm. He gave an awkward half smile and took his seat. As he heard the door shut, he refrained from doodling and heard the Professor speaking. Man did he have a stuttering problem. Was he nervous or was he born with it? Ah well it was starting to get a little annoying but the snake would have to get used to it. He saw the Professor unveil the ingredients and he wondered what it could be. There was pink spikes, some yellow scales and fluff balls? What in the bloody merlin? He had no clue.
Nope potions was not his strong suit at all. He tilted his head to get a better look and shrugged. "Profesor are we making a fluffy creature?" It would be kind of cool to keep as a pet
Melbourne gave Colt a wave back as he waved to her…the little snort wasn’t missed. It was a valid question especially since the Professor had basically poisoned the entire class just the previous year. “Ah…don’t worry Professor,” Melbourne gave him a small smile as she started setting up her workstation and cleaned all of her stirrers, knives, and her cauldron.
“Professor what are with the eyebrow…things? Are they caterpillars?” She asked raising an eyebrow at her Professor. “But…um…are we maybe making Shrinking solution?” She asked as she eyed the potion ingredients on the table…she really wanted to know about the eyebrows.
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Potions time! Janelle was exited for class today. Potions had quickly become one of her favorite classes, even though she hated the potential for making costly mistakes. Then there was the poisoning thing, but whatever. She still found it to be a lot of fun.........pressure filled, but fun.
As Janelle entered the classroom, she took a quick look around. "Good Morning Professor", she said brightly. Then she stopped by the sink to wash her hands. Finally Janelle headed over to the first empty seat she saw, which happened to be next to a familiar face. "Hey Zeke", she said, as she claimed her workstation. Janelle immediately began to clean her equipment in preparation for the lesson. What could they be brewing today? No clues from the ingredients because everything seemed to be covered up. She would just have to wait and see, she guessed.
Janelle's appearance beside him was most welcome, and he found himself grinning at her as he extended his elbow for a light nudge. "Hey yourself," he mused, as he continued to gather and clean his things.
But before he had a chance to ask about her summer, the lesson was starting.
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He made mental notes about the ingredients as they were being passed around, but wasn't motivated to say anything. See, he didn't need to speak his wisdom to be a know-it-all. As it was, his faith in Newton was still.... well, questionable, but if this lesson went well he could maybe right his dad that the man had improved over the summer. His current condition was hardly desirable though. The man was practically fit for a coffin, which left him wondering what it was they were actually brewing. Did he need them to brew an antidote? Maybe.
Zeke remained quiet, opting to take some preliminary notes on his parchment. What he did do though, was turn to Janelle and offer her a wink. "I can help you work through this one if you like." He was a total expert, or something like it.
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Olly looked at each of the ingredients that had been revealed, but none of them gave him any clue as to what sort of potion they would be brewing. Who would that help? An advanced potion maker maybe. Not a third year whose potions ability was average at best. Olly shrugged and glanced around at the others who were taking guesses. They all seemed pretty good to him. Then again, everything seemed pretty good considering he had absolutely no idea. He did agree with Blaise. What was wrong with professor Newton? Had he always looked that old and frail?
"Is it some kind of potion that makes us older?" He asked. That didn't sound pleasant. If that was the case, there had better be some sort of antidote to make them younger again.
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Another first year! Another Hufflepuff. This one didn’t seem as outgoing as Miss Phillips but that didn’t matter. “Go-good morning Mr Elwes,” Art said in greeting, remembering his name from the sorting.
He pointed towards the new, fresh, unclaimed white lab coats to the wall and said “I-if yo-you’d take one of the la-lab coats there and-and j-just write your name on it, it’s y-yours from n-n-now until you g-graduate.”
Gendry started when the professor greeted him. He looked over at the lab coats and shuffled over. He thought about what the professor had said, you keep it until you graduate. Did that mean sphe should choose one that fit him now or one that would fit him as a seventh year. He wasn't sure. It seemed like such a huge choice. This lab coat would follow him all his years at Hogwarts. It was not a choice to be taken lightly. He stood there immobile...not quite sure what to do.
He looked back to the professor, wondering what his choice should be. He didn't want to make a poor choice.
Isabella looked at the potions professor in concern as class began. He seemed a bit frail. She scooted to the edge of her seat and tried to see over the people sitting in front of her. What were the ingredients? The liquids didn't really mean anything to her, they were probably just newt's blood or something, right? But the fluffy things, she felt like she should know what those were. Some sort of magical pollen?
She raised her hand. "Is it a potion to thicken your hair?" she guessed. It looked like there were some eyebrows there, after all, and eyebrows were hairs. She glanced around, hoping she'd be able to find an older student to work with when they started actually making potions.
This was it! Her first potions class, she wondered what it would be like. Would they be using ingredients with funny names like "Eye of Newt" and "Wool of Bat"? Louise vaguely remembered those were ingredients in some poem her mum had read to her. She didn't know what "Wool of Bat" looked like, but the fluffy stuff her prefect passed around might do the trick.
Not wanting to raise her hand and answer in case she was wrong, Louise quietly sat, thinking. It was a bit frustrating, though, that the rest of the class seemed to just say their answers out loud. She wanted to figure it out herself! She tried desperately to zone out her classmates while she thought hard about the rest of the poem... what other ingredients did it contain? A list started to form in the corner of her parchment as she remembered.
Eye of Newt
Toe of Frog
Wool of Bat
Tooth of Wolf
Scale of Dragon
Adder's Tongue
Adder's Tongue? No... it was some other weird word for tongue. Louise remembered stopping her mum mid-recitation to ask why an adder would have a fork. Could the bowl of pink thingies be the Adder's Tongue Fork?
Of course she realized that she was making assumptions from a very select list of potion ingredients, but she didn't know any other ones and it was always worth a shot. Who knew? She might even be right!
Now that Cornelius inspected the man closer, he could tell he didn't look all there. He watched him with wide, curious eyes. Mostly, it was the sugar rushing through him, but he did care, he did. If the potions professor croaked who else would teach them?
"'M doing great, Professor." He nodded rapidly, his curls bouncing in front and over his eyes. He blew them out of the way. But before he could ask question's on the man's health (like, did he want a sugar quill, Cornelius had loads left) students poured in and the lesson began. BAM. Just like that.
BLINK BLINK BLINK BLINK BLINK.
Dude okay? Not okay? Corny was keeping an eye on him. Y'know, just in case. He was SOOOO KIND.
Cornelius took in the ingredients. M'hm...that...and that...oh--you couldn't forget about that...OH AND THAT ONE. Big green eyes shifted back on the professor.
It was very hard to figure out just where he wanted to sit in Potions class anymore. For the most part with classes, Jaemin made a point of putting himself nearest to the front, if not at the very front of the class. Being 4'4" did not lend itself to ease with seeing over the heads of other students, and he rather liked being able to see stuff on the board and table. However... with potions...
Well. He was still a bit iffy about Professor Newton. Even with the revelation that The Incident had not been the man's fault, Jaemin still found it difficult to fully trust him now. If he were being objective... it could have happened to anyone, it was an accident and a mean prank by an awful girl poltergeist (WHO HAD BEEN IN HIS DORM, his brain reminded him, which it was wont to do every time he thought about her), the Professor had immediately fixed things when he realised that the antidotes were duds... but... there were lingering effects on his ability to trust, despite all of that, just because of how awful the whole thing had been.
He wasn't sure if the professor's current condition made the trust issue worse or not. So Jaemin had opted to sit a little further back in the sea of students, sacrificing his ability to see the board without moving for what felt like relative safety. He had plopped himself into a seat and was listening carefully to what was being said (because it was much easier to hear than to see) as he absently played with the hem of his little white coat.
If they were making what the professor seemed to have taken that morning, Jaemin sincerely hoped that it was designed to add years and not just push you straight into senior citizenhood. He wouldn't mind being older and taller short-term... he would, however, rather not be old enough that he would be possibly banging on death's door with every heartbeat. The small boy bit his lip and kept himself carefully lined up behind the taller student in front of him so his lack of answer would hopefully go unnoticed. He was good at making potions, but... not so good at guessing what they were based on the ingredients beforehand. Not just yet. He was still learning lots of things.
Philipe looked at the professor and then at the ingredients. He blinked slightly and tried to rack his brain for potions his mother and aunt had taught him, but nothing was really coming to him. Meh, might as well take a guess right? He looked at the ingredients again. Eyebrows... Maybe a hair growth potion? But hadn't they already done that a few terms ago? Or maybe it was something he'd helped his Aunt Chelle with again...
He looked at the ingredients again, really having no idea what they were supposed to be for, everything seemed jumbled and nothing made sense together, so he really was in the dark... but his eyes kept going back to the eyebrows and what ever the pink spikes were so something with hair was his best guess, "A potion to make our hair stand on end and turn pink?
He was wrong wasn't he? He was pretty sure he was wrong... He should've stayed quiet like he normally did, if his mother had heard him he'd probably receive a slap to the back of his head for the stupid answer, but it was the best he could come up with!
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Another new student! This time it was a Slytherin. “H-hello there Mi-miss Fairfield,” Art greeted the young lady. He pointed towards the new, fresh, unclaimed white lab coats to the wall and said “I-if yo-you’d take one of th-the lab coats there and-and j-just write your name on it, it’s y-yours from now until you g-graduate.” Protect the clothing etc.
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Art wanted to get off his chair to close the door, but he didn’t want to do a big dance of trying to get back onto the chair, in front of all the students. “Miss Tyler, would you mind closing the door for me?” he asked her, as the first student who had offered a hand to him.
Once the door was closed he faced the students and said “F-first lesson of the year, er… n-now today we will be brewing a-a v-very advanced potion, so y-younger stu-students mi-iiiii-iiight want to work with an older student,” or not, it was completely up to them. “Now Miss Pinkerton-Oliveira,” he searched for her face and, “Miss Meadows,” he searched for another face. Once he found them, he asked “Would you be s-so-so kind as t-to lift the cl-oths?” Doing so would reveal a large bottle of ruby red liquid, a medium sized bottle of a solid blackish-brown liquid, a large bowl of what looked like fur balls, a smaller bowl of mottled yellow and brown shards, a bowl of what looked like eyebrows, and a smaller bowl full of thin, long, pink, odd looking spiky things. Each ingredient was also displayed in a small jar, which was for demonstration purposes only. He smiled up at the class and looked at them for a moment. Could they see? “Mr Bronwyn, would y-you be able to pass these ing-gredients around?” he asked the Ravenclaw Prefect, indicating the small jars, rather than the bowls and bottles.
After giving the students plenty of time to look at each of the ingredients, he said “Who wo-would like to take a gu-guess at what we might be bre-brewing today?” he asked.
Oh, poor man! Vivian tilted her head at him and even felt more sorry for him when he started stuttering. Speaking of those lab coats, she didn't notice them at first but YAY. Her dad and mum had those for Healer purposes and they were stuff that her parents wouldn't want her and Francine to touch. She went to claim a lab coat, returned to her seat, took a quill and wrote her pretty name in pretty cursive on the hem of the coat. THERE. It was hers now, until she graduated says Professor Oldiepants! She beamed at his direction.
Class was starting! Vivian paid close attention to the Professor in front. What will they be brewing today? Huh. She looked at the ingredients that were now visible in front of them. She... had no idea. That's why she was here anyway - to learn. But it wouldn't hurt to make a wild guess though. Vivi's hand shot up in the air. "Professor, I would personally like a potion that would make awesome stuff happen to MARSHMALLOWS. You know, like make them bounce or change colour or do cartwheels!" She wiggled on her seat as she spoke. "But, if we are to base on the ingredients presented in front, then I'd say... we're growing beards." Which was ALSO a cool idea too.
Vivian sort of wished the Professor didn't just keep dangling it in front of them. TELL USSSSS. The eleven year old was too bloody excited!
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Nicky was filing her nails in the back of the room, only mildly paying attention. She gave the ingredients table a cursory glance, trying to identify the items, but not paying much mind to the jars being passed around the room. Blood? No... wine, maybe. She heard someone say caterpillars. Were those... bat tongues? Almost in spite of herself, Nicky sat up and craned her neck to get a better look. Something about the table felt.. familiar.
"Aging potion?" she said aloud, nail file motionless in her hand, almost without realizing she was participating. Which she'd sworn not to do.
Right. Clearing her throat, she sat back and resumed the buffing of her nails.
Someone had taken the space beside him. Mildly surprised, as he was often so careful to be deliberately unlikable and unapproachable, Daxton blinked and looked at them. A boy from his house, from the year below. Reed, his name was. Jace. A named Daxton remembered fairly easily. He stared at the boy as he joined the work station, before looking away once more, effectively ignoring him for the time being. As long as he was quiet, Daxton had no feelings either way regarding the boy's presence.
The sight of Calrissian Desario keeping the maximum amount of distance between them was mildly amusing, though Daxton gave no sign that he had noticed. But he had. Oh, he had.
As for giving no sign of noticing anything, the professor's greeting was also ignored, as if Daxton's initial and invariable silent treatment had not been enough. Instead of responding, Daxton looked down at his hands resting on the desk, and inspected his fingernails. That was, of course, until the mention of an advanced potion attracted his attention, and Daxton looked up once more. Advanced? Yes. Work with an older student? Not a chance. Daxton operated alone, though he shot another glance at the second year sat beside him.
If this potion involved the use of a spell, it was game over before it had even started. Already, Daxton was torn between legitimately attempting the potion and experimenting with the ingredients that were already being handed out. He ignored (a running theme today) the question, unwilling to even write down his prediction in the event that he might be proved wrong, and retrieved his notebook from his back to start jotting down some private notes.
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Oooh, a guess the potion based on the ingredients! Some of these ingredients looked like what was used in an aging potion. The professor seemed old today. Maybe he had taken the potion that they would be brewing today. "Aging potion?" Somebody had said something about caterpillars. Knowing the sort of things that went in to potions, it was a wonder that Penelope still drank them anyway. Well, antiallergy potions were necessary for her health. Some potions ingredients were plants or animal parts that no one in their right mind would want to eat if they were not part of a potion. Who would want to eat fur or feathers? Potions was a strange but fascinating and useful subject.
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Jace smiled as soon he heard the very familiar morning greeting in Japanese. For a moment, he eyed Haddie and hoped she caught the professor’s fine example. Professor Art was kind enough to study his language and decided to be respectful about it. “Ohayo gozaimasu, Newton-sensei.” The Ravenclaw replied.
As the lesson started, the tiny second year got his notes and quill ready. Sitting straighter, and craning his neck to see what was up front, Jace pondered on the question and eyed each of the ingredients as soon as it was revealed. His eyes landed automatically on the mottled shards…which looked a lot like tortoise shell, and the caterpillars. Immediately, his hand was up in the air.
“Are we going to make an Ageing Potion today, professor? I see you’ve got pieces of tortoise shell and caterpillars.” He said as he retracted his arm back and got his Potion’s book, “The others ingredients could be…red wine, prune juice…hairy fungus, and bat tongue?” What in the name of Merlin are they going to do with a bat's tongue? Chop it up?
Gross.
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Merlin, the professor looked... not so good. "Hullo, professor Newt! Madam Curry!" The boy greeted them both as usual with a smile and a waaaaaaave. He couldn't help but notice a glitter-haired girl (Olivia) at the front of the class being particularly loud and amusing. Matt grinned and went to take a seat next to her because he liked LOUD. AND she was a Gryffindor too, which meant she was cool and already his friend. "HelloooOOOOOOOooooooo!" The second year replied to her greeting with the same amount of enthusiasm because WOOOHOOOOOOO, why not?? HELLO!
Aww! L o o k i t! A FELLOW HAPPY PERSON among this sea of glum and sadness. Olivia practically beamed at Matt as he took his seat next to her, scooting a bit closer to give him a one-armed snuggle. Nope, she wasn't particularly close with her Gryffindor housemate. Nor had she ever really spoken to him, but none of that matter, obviously. LIV WAS A HUGGER. So, he'd earned himself a hug.
Hi.
...and she'd probably gotten some of her glitter on him. Oops.
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A second year Gryffindor came in next, and Art opened his mouth to greet her, and closed it again. He watched her as she went to take a seat, and felt his eyes lighten as they smiled. Yes, smeyes. Smile eyes. Though his mouth was also in a grin, which would explain why his eyes looked to be smiling. He chuckled at her display and then greeted her with a “G-good morn-ning Miss Phillips.”
Once the door was closed he faced the students and said “F-first lesson of the year, er… n-now today we will be brewing a-a v-very advanced potion, so y-younger stu-students mi-iiiii-iiight want to work with an older student,” or not, it was completely up to them. “Now Miss Pinkerton-Oliveira,” he searched for her face and, “Miss Meadows,” he searched for another face. Once he found them, he asked “Would you be s-so-so kind as t-to lift the cl-oths?” Doing so would reveal a large bottle of ruby red liquid, a medium sized bottle of a solid blackish-brown liquid, a large bowl of what looked like fur balls, a smaller bowl of mottled yellow and brown shards, a bowl of what looked like eyebrows, and a smaller bowl full of thin, long, pink, odd looking spiky things. Each ingredient was also displayed in a small jar, which was for demonstration purposes only. He smiled up at the class and looked at them for a moment. Could they see? “Mr Bronwyn, would y-you be able to pass these ing-gredients around?” he asked the Ravenclaw Prefect, indicating the small jars, rather than the bowls and bottles.
After giving the students plenty of time to look at each of the ingredients, he said “Who wo-would like to take a gu-guess at what we might be bre-brewing today?” he asked.
....AND THE PROFESSOR WAS SMILING AT HER! Yup! That was absolutely what smol blonde loved to see: her antics bringing about cheer in others! After she'd finished her "performance" and snugged her seating buddy, she wiggled her fingers at the older man. See?! Smiling wasn't so hard. Could everyone just follow his example now?! Merlin, Liv really didn't want her mellow to be harshed.
What "mellow", though?? Who was she kidding. Olivia Phillips had zero chill 100% of the time!
...and it wasn't that she wasn't paying attention and taking note of everything....(okay, there were no notes, but come on! baby steps, people), but Liv pretty much already knew that she'd need an older student's help. Her mum had been fabulous at potions, apparently, but Liv often found herself bored. Easily distracted, this one was.....meaning a lot of cauldrons had been harmed in the making of her life story.
THIS WAS NOT TO SUGGEST THAT SHE WASN'T DOWN TO TRY, THOUGH. So, hand shooting straight up into the air (as she wiggled around in her seat), Liv warned the Potions Professor, "I'll definitely need help if it's something advanced. I don't have great potions skills." First step in fixing a problem was admitting that there was one. Mhm. AND SHE WANTED TO LEARN....in theory.
So her mum didn't send her to a reform school.
Also, Dante Barrington.....we SEE you! We'll get you into a tiara and feather boa yet!
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SPOILER!!: Replies
SPOILER!!: Aging Potion!
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Originally Posted by Saz Hale
Abby looked at the ingredients and raised her hand and said "Are we brewing an ageing potion or something similar" Abby wasn't sure but she thought she would take a guess better to get something than being silent
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Originally Posted by littledhampir
"Is it some kind of potion that makes us older?" He asked. That didn't sound pleasant. If that was the case, there had better be some sort of antidote to make them younger again.
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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe
"Aging potion?" she said aloud, nail file motionless in her hand, almost without realizing she was participating. Which she'd sworn not to do.
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Originally Posted by griffin
Oooh, a guess the potion based on the ingredients! Some of these ingredients looked like what was used in an aging potion. The professor seemed old today. Maybe he had taken the potion that they would be brewing today. "Aging potion?" Somebody had said something about caterpillars. Knowing the sort of things that went in to potions, it was a wonder that Penelope still drank them anyway. Well, antiallergy potions were necessary for her health. Some potions ingredients were plants or animal parts that no one in their right mind would want to eat if they were not part of a potion. Who would want to eat fur or feathers? Potions was a strange but fascinating and useful subject.
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Originally Posted by Stefan
Jace smiled as soon he heard the very familiar morning greeting in Japanese. For a moment, he eyed Haddie and hoped she caught the professor’s fine example. Professor Art was kind enough to study his language and decided to be respectful about it. “Ohayo gozaimasu, Newton-sensei.” The Ravenclaw replied.
As the lesson started, the tiny second year got his notes and quill ready. Sitting straighter, and craning his neck to see what was up front, Jace pondered on the question and eyed each of the ingredients as soon as it was revealed. His eyes landed automatically on the mottled shards…which looked a lot like tortoise shell, and the caterpillars. Immediately, his hand was up in the air.
“Are we going to make an Ageing Potion today, professor? I see you’ve got pieces of tortoise shell and caterpillars.” He said as he retracted his arm back and got his Potion’s book, “The others ingredients could be…red wine, prune juice…hairy fungus, and bat tongue?” What in the name of Merlin are they going to do with a bat's tongue? Chop it up?
Gross.
The students who had successfully guessed AGING POTION got a very big smile and two thumbs up from Art. "Well done! YES it is an Aging Potion that you will all be brewing today." Or... attempting to brew.
SPOILER!!: Other Potion guesses
SPOILER!!: Kat
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
At lease the lesson was now and she didn't have to worry because she was going to have to find a older student to help her with this advanced stuff. Kat watched the unveiling of the things at the front. What was this stuff eyeball, fur balls "Are we brewing a potion to make a mad scientist fuzz ball?" Was there even a potion for that? That should be a thing it would be so cool.
Art chuckled at that answer. “Not today, no,” he said, but that WOULD have been a cool potion. Something… surely he could… he jotted it down on a spare piece of parchment, just in case his brain wanted to explore that one.
SPOILER!!: Azura
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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles
As she studied the ingredients and looked at them carefully a few answers came to her mind.."Are we making the Pokyjuice potion Professor?" she asked, as her hand went into the air.. Maybe that "Or the Draught of living death?"
No, he shouldn’t laugh. He smiled warmly at the second year, “No, no Polyjuice or Pokyjuice p-potion today Miss Kennedy.”
SPOILER!!: Echo
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Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow
What the heck are those.... are those eyebrows??? looking at everything it totally turned her off, what were they making? listening to the other students make some guesses she started to write some down as "possible options" some of these kids though were pretty smart. Echo just hoped and prayed that she didnt get messy, please not that again.
Echo thought she might as well shout out an option "polyjuice potion sir?" she asked questioningly. while kind of shrinking in her chair, shes a 5th year and she didnt really study over summer break, hopefully she passes her owls this year.
“Not today, unfortunately, but good guess.” A guess was always appreciated!
SPOILER!!: Colt
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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin
Nope potions was not his strong suit at all. He tilted his head to get a better look and shrugged. "Profesor are we making a fluffy creature?" It would be kind of cool to keep as a pet
And Art chuckled at this one as well. A fluffy creature. “N-not a fluffy creature, no. But good guess, with the hairy fungus and-and the caterpillars.”
SPOILER!!: Mel
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Originally Posted by Optimist
“Professor what are with the eyebrow…things? Are they caterpillars?” She asked raising an eyebrow at her Professor. “But…um…are we maybe making Shrinking solution?” She asked as she eyed the potion ingredients on the table…she really wanted to know about the eyebrows.
“Yes! They are caterp-pillars, Miss Johanson.” He listened to the rest of her guess but shook his head. “Not a shrinking solution, not today.”
SPOILER!!: Philipe
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Originally Posted by PuppySara
He looked at the ingredients again, really having no idea what they were supposed to be for, everything seemed jumbled and nothing made sense together, so he really was in the dark... but his eyes kept going back to the eyebrows and what ever the pink spikes were so something with hair was his best guess, "A potion to make our hair stand on end and turn pink?
Something to make their hair stand on end and turn pink? Art grinned, “Not today Mr Chev, but uhh, but that sounds like a FUN potion.”
SPOILER!!: Vivian
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Originally Posted by Kimothy
Class was starting! Vivian paid close attention to the Professor in front. What will they be brewing today? Huh. She looked at the ingredients that were now visible in front of them. She... had no idea. That's why she was here anyway - to learn. But it wouldn't hurt to make a wild guess though. Vivi's hand shot up in the air. "Professor, I would personally like a potion that would make awesome stuff happen to MARSHMALLOWS. You know, like make them bounce or change colour or do cartwheels!" She wiggled on her seat as she spoke. "But, if we are to base on the ingredients presented in front, then I'd say... we're growing beards." Which was ALSO a cool idea too.
Vivian sort of wished the Professor didn't just keep dangling it in front of them. TELL USSSSS. The eleven year old was too bloody excited!
Art chuckled at the young lady’s suggestion. “That would be very uhh, very fun to watch indeed,” he said. She seemed very animated about it. Perhaps he could suggest it to Professor Primeaux. But then she suggested another one.. growing beards! “Not.. not quite,” he said. Some of them might grow beards from the effect of the potion, but she probably wouldn’t.
SPOILER!!: And other <3
SPOILER!!: Miranda
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Originally Posted by Devina Wellheart
Miranda turned red in the face as Professor Newton addressed her issue which of course required the tissue she pulled out of her robes. " al...ala... akchoo!!!!Allergies , Sir"
Miranda couldn't wait to see all of the ingredients they were to be using today. Well, that and she was dead nervous as to whether any of the older students would want to work with her for this lesson. She looked around eyes huge with anxiety by the time her bit of ingredients finally made it to her table.
Ahhh, so it WAS allergies. Art nodded, “See me after class if you-you want, I can give you a small amount of anti-allergy p-potion. Or th-the healer should be able to p-pr-provide you with one too.”
SPOILER!!: Esme
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Originally Posted by Squishy
Professor Newton was saying that he was okay, but Esme wasn't so sure on the matter judging by his behaviour. "Are you sure you don't want me to get Healer Murdoch?" she asked with some concern. She really liked Professor Newton a lot, okay. He was awesome. And even if he WASN'T she would have been worried about him.
Art nodded, “Quite okay, Miss Darcy. Thank you for your concern though.” It was nice knowing people had an eye open. If he weren’t under the influence of the potion, he would have taken her seriously and gone to get assessed. But it was all in the name of a simple potion.
SPOILER!!: Noelle
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Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur
Merlin, Noelle was running late.
Why did the Gryffindor common room have to be soooooo far away from potions class?? Noelle had been down here already but realized she had forgotten her potions book and had high tailed it back to get her book. Now she was out of breath as she entered the potions classroom, just as the professor started speaking.
Most of the seats were taken, but Noelle sat down beside Azura. She gave the girl a wave and a smile. Now to pay attention to the professor.
The ingredients had been hidden in a way but now they were shown. And Rooney was asked to hand out the ingredients. Noelle wanted to see what they were. She wasn't very tall so it was hard to see over the other students.
And there was someone… late. Great Scott, Art had never had anyone late before. He would let it slide this time, of course. “Miss Summers, g-glad you could join us,” he said with a smile as she got herself ready. He wasn’t quick to anger or jump to conclusions. Her tardiness could have been the result of a brainwave in academic research! He would never be the person to hold back from exploring that.
SPOILER!!: Blaise
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Eventually, Blaise lifted his head, resting it in the palm of his hand with with his elbow on the table for support to watch everything that was going on. "I don't know Professor...but I'll have the opposite of whatever you had before coming to class this morning." Because now that his head was up, he did notice something was a bit off with the man and would rather not suffer the same fate thanks.
Unless...you know....it wasn't a potion the man took but father time catching up with the old man.
Art laughed, and found himself having a small coughing fit again. He took a deep, but shaky breath, and let out a forceful cough to dislodge whatever it was that had been making him cough. “N-no, Mr Bellaire, I’m-I’m not going to have you drinking what I took.” But good perception, that young man had. Very good indeed.
SPOILER!!: Gendry
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Originally Posted by Edward Penguin
Gendry started when the professor greeted him. He looked over at the lab coats and shuffled over. He thought about what the professor had said, you keep it until you graduate. Did that mean sphe should choose one that fit him now or one that would fit him as a seventh year. He wasn't sure. It seemed like such a huge choice. This lab coat would follow him all his years at Hogwarts. It was not a choice to be taken lightly. He stood there immobile...not quite sure what to do.
He looked back to the professor, wondering what his choice should be. He didn't want to make a poor choice.
Art noticed the young man’s hesitation. “Just one that fits,” he said, guessing to what it was the young man was wondering. “We can alter them.”
SPOILER!!: Liv
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Originally Posted by Govoni
THIS WAS NOT TO SUGGEST THAT SHE WASN'T DOWN TO TRY, THOUGH. So, hand shooting straight up into the air (as she wiggled around in her seat), Liv warned the Potions Professor, "I'll definitely need help if it's something advanced. I don't have great potions skills." First step in fixing a problem was admitting that there was one. Mhm. AND SHE WANTED TO LEARN....in theory.
So her mum didn't send her to a reform school.
Art was still smiling at the lively young lady when she announced that she would need help. “We can def-definitely partner you up with someone,” he said.
With a wave of his wand, almost dropping it in the process, the chalk appeared on the board. “Yes! An Aging potion. As s-some of you mi-mi-might have g-guessed, I too-o-ook an aging potion this morning b-be-before class. I’m-m-m 60, but I f-f-feel ab-about 100!” And that was no exaggeration. “No-nobody is required to in-ingest the potion, like I have, I on-only want you to brew it yo-yourselves. As I said, you ca-can work with a partner if you w-wish but you don’t have to.” He knew that some of the students preferred to work alone, but there were also some who liked group or partnered work. "Err if... if someone would like to work with Miss Phillips, though?" he asked. Any volunteers?
“You have 90 minutes! I’m-I’m going to j-just try and brew along with you but I’m a-a bit slow today,” he said with a chuckle, “so I m-might not finish on time…” and his potion would probably be useless if that were the case. But he was merely here, as an aged Arthur, to show the effects of the potion. Yes, it caused one to age.
“N-now, there’s little b-bowls and m-measuring cups here for you to-to come and get wh-what you need, if you don’t have these ingredients. The am-amounts are on the board. It’s always help-helpful to take a little bit m-more, just in case. But don’t throw away any leftovers!” No, waste was not good.
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Originally Posted by Blackboard
Aging Potion Ingredients
100ml Red Wine
10ml Prune Juice
2g Hairy fungus, mashed
2g Tortoise Shell, powdered
5g Caterpillar, sliced
1 Bat Tongue, diced
Instructions
Prepare all ingredients as listed in the ingredients list, weighing and measuring each carefully.
Slowly heat the red wine and prune juice and begin stirring clockwise until you can just see bubbles starting to form. (The mixture will be dark purple/brown)
Immediately add the Hairy Fungus and continue to stir clockwise for ten minutes. (The mixture will slowly fade to a lighter purple/brown)
Continuing to stir clockwise, add the tortoise shell. (The mixture will be a creamy color)
After eight minutes, remove the cauldron from the heat and add the caterpillar and bat tongue, making sure to continue to stir the solution in a clockwise motion for five minutes, until it changes to a creamy green colour.
As the potion cools, it will turn emerald green. Once it is completely cooled (about fifteen to twenty minutes), you may cease dispense the potion into appropriate vials for storage.
Characteristics: Emerald Green Level: Advanced Information: The effects are dosage based; the more ingested, the older one will age
First things first! Art pulled out his cauldron and cleaned it with the trusty cleaning charm. He had his tools all out, and cleaned them too. He hoped he didn’t need to explain this to the older students, but the first year students might need it. “Scourgify,” he announced. “A scouring charm, p-point your wand at the-the cauldron and mo-move your wand in an ‘S’ shape, wh-whilst saying SKUR-ji-fy. Ol-older students, if you could ke-keep an eye out for anyone struggling.” That would be much appreciated. This ancient man wasn’t about to get off his chair. “Now there is a lot of stirring in this potion, so we will p-prepare our ingredients FIRST.” He paused to allow the students enough time to get their ingredients, measure them out, and clean their tools.
“Mashing the hairy fungus can be done with your mortar and p-pe-pestle, we j-just mash it until it’s a somewhat uniform consistency. The t-tortoise shell is a bit harder at first, being s-solid, but we put some elbow grease into it an-and we get it done. The caterpillar is sliced, nice and thin, but not t-too thin, enough to keep your sl-slices from falling apart. N-now, the bat tongue can be a l-little tough, but we c-can cut it lengthwise, and then make some-some dices out of our two long bits.” He knew he would have difficulty preparing these ingredients, so he had done them earlier. He pulled the cloth from the selection next to him. Everything was ready to go!
“There’s no water here, our liquid is p-pru-purely from the wine and p-pur-prune juice. We add them to our cauldron, and then light the flame underneath. Only a medium flame, enough to start heating your liquid, not enough to boil it too quickly.” Art had difficulty lighting the match, and dropped about four of them, before he managed to light one and keep hold of it. He put it over the Bunsen burner and turned the gas on. The flame was there, and he set his cauldron over it. “We stir CLOCKWISE, and don’t stop until some-some bubbles ap-appear. Watch as the colour turns from sort of black to a mo-more… purple brown colour.” His liquid started to lighten slightly and turn from a browny red to a browny purple, and little bubbles started forming. “We add our hairy fungus!” He tipped the contents inside one of the little bowls into the cauldron. He set his alarm and continued with the clockwise stirring.
“Ten minutes we stir, keeping with the clockwise direction. Watch the colour lighten a little.” It was amazing, seeing how the ingredients visually worked together. He was lost in his own thoughts when his buzzer went off, signalling the end of ten minutes. “This next bit is where we add our toe-tortoise shell, whilst we continue to stir! Clockwise, of course.” He slowly tipped another of the little bowls into the liquid, continuing to stir. “Keep stirring clockwise for EIGHT minutes. You’ll see it turn a creamy colour, after about two minutes.” After a few moments, his potion started to lose the purple colour, and the brown faded to a cream. Perfect. After eight minutes, his timer went off.
“We remove the heat,” he said, turning his Bunsen burner off carefully, “And add our caterpillar and bat tongue, whilst we continue to stir CLOCKWISE.” Lots of clockwise stirring in this one. “Five minutes we stir, until the cream starts to green a little.” The timer went on again, and five minutes of clockwise stirring continued. At the end of the five minutes, he pulled his stirrer out and put it on the bench. “Now we wait, ap-approximately twenty minutes. Watch it turn a deeper green colour. Once it turns an emerald green colour, like this,” he said, showing a vial of pre-made aging potion, the very same one he had taken just that morning, “We can bottle it up! I want a labelled vial t-to grade, and then you can leave.” And he would either go to bed to nap the potion off, or else he would find the antidote he had somewhere.
OOC: So, no post count! However many posts you feel you need to make is fine. Please see my post about how I will be marking you. There is an IC and an OOC mark. See the ‘OOC’ section for requirements of your posts. I’d like you to do the potion in more than one post, but if you only have time for that then it’s okay. And please, NO EDITING unless it’s for spelling/grammar/coding things. Art and I are still here, and will keep checking in and responding, but if you want us put it in the Title bar so that we can quickly see it, or send me a VM/PM.
This class will continue until approximately May 15th at 3:30pmACST
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Art wanted to get off his chair to close the door, but he didn’t want to do a big dance of trying to get back onto the chair, in front of all the students. “Miss Tyler, would you mind closing the door for me?” he asked her, as the first student who had offered a hand to him.
Once the door was closed he faced the students and said “F-first lesson of the year, er… n-now today we will be brewing a-a v-very advanced potion, so y-younger stu-students mi-iiiii-iiight want to work with an older student,” or not, it was completely up to them. “Now Miss Pinkerton-Oliveira,” he searched for her face and, “Miss Meadows,” he searched for another face. Once he found them, he asked “Would you be s-so-so kind as t-to lift the cl-oths?” Doing so would reveal a large bottle of ruby red liquid, a medium sized bottle of a solid blackish-brown liquid, a large bowl of what looked like fur balls, a smaller bowl of mottled yellow and brown shards, a bowl of what looked like eyebrows, and a smaller bowl full of thin, long, pink, odd looking spiky things. Each ingredient was also displayed in a small jar, which was for demonstration purposes only. He smiled up at the class and looked at them for a moment. Could they see? “Mr Bronwyn, would y-you be able to pass these ing-gredients around?” he asked the Ravenclaw Prefect, indicating the small jars, rather than the bowls and bottles.
After giving the students plenty of time to look at each of the ingredients, he said “Who wo-would like to take a gu-guess at what we might be bre-brewing today?” he asked.
Elsa was glad to help and was prompt to take her place helping uncover the ingredients. When she was done she retreated herself to her table and watched the ingredients as her fellows did, making her own guesses to herself. She heard her colleagues and nodded in agreement with some of them. Aging potion did sound right. I mean, look at the professor he couldn't be more than 60 yet he looked like he was about to crumble to dust.
SPOILER!!: Professor
The students who had successfully guessed AGING POTION got a very big smile and two thumbs up from Art. "Well done! YES it is an Aging Potion that you will all be brewing today." Or... attempting to brew.
With a wave of his wand, almost dropping it in the process, the chalk appeared on the board. “Yes! An Aging potion. As s-some of you mi-mi-might have g-guessed, I too-o-ook an aging potion this morning b-be-before class. I’m-m-m 60, but I f-f-feel ab-about 100!” And that was no exaggeration. “No-nobody is required to in-ingest the potion, like I have, I on-only want you to brew it yo-yourselves. As I said, you ca-can work with a partner if you w-wish but you don’t have to.” He knew that some of the students preferred to work alone, but there were also some who liked group or partnered work. "Err if... if someone would like to work with Miss Phillips, though?" he asked. Any volunteers?
“You have 90 minutes! I’m-I’m going to j-just try and brew along with you but I’m a-a bit slow today,” he said with a chuckle, “so I m-might not finish on time…” and his potion would probably be useless if that were the case. But he was merely here, as an aged Arthur, to show the effects of the potion. Yes, it caused one to age.
“N-now, there’s little b-bowls and m-measuring cups here for you to-to come and get wh-what you need, if you don’t have these ingredients. The am-amounts are on the board. It’s always help-helpful to take a little bit m-more, just in case. But don’t throw away any leftovers!” No, waste was not good.
First things first! Art pulled out his cauldron and cleaned it with the trusty cleaning charm. He had his tools all out, and cleaned them too. He hoped he didn’t need to explain this to the older students, but the first year students might need it. “Scourgify,” he announced. “A scouring charm, p-point your wand at the-the cauldron and mo-move your wand in an ‘S’ shape, wh-whilst saying SKUR-ji-fy. Ol-older students, if you could ke-keep an eye out for anyone struggling.” That would be much appreciated. This ancient man wasn’t about to get off his chair. “Now there is a lot of stirring in this potion, so we will p-prepare our ingredients FIRST.” He paused to allow the students enough time to get their ingredients, measure them out, and clean their tools.
“Mashing the hairy fungus can be done with your mortar and p-pe-pestle, we j-just mash it until it’s a somewhat uniform consistency. The t-tortoise shell is a bit harder at first, being s-solid, but we put some elbow grease into it an-and we get it done. The caterpillar is sliced, nice and thin, but not t-too thin, enough to keep your sl-slices from falling apart. N-now, the bat tongue can be a l-little tough, but we c-can cut it lengthwise, and then make some-some dices out of our two long bits.” He knew he would have difficulty preparing these ingredients, so he had done them earlier. He pulled the cloth from the selection next to him. Everything was ready to go!
“There’s no water here, our liquid is p-pru-purely from the wine and p-pur-prune juice. We add them to our cauldron, and then light the flame underneath. Only a medium flame, enough to start heating your liquid, not enough to boil it too quickly.” Art had difficulty lighting the match, and dropped about four of them, before he managed to light one and keep hold of it. He put it over the Bunsen burner and turned the gas on. The flame was there, and he set his cauldron over it. “We stir CLOCKWISE, and don’t stop until some-some bubbles ap-appear. Watch as the colour turns from sort of black to a mo-more… purple brown colour.” His liquid started to lighten slightly and turn from a browny red to a browny purple, and little bubbles started forming. “We add our hairy fungus!” He tipped the contents inside one of the little bowls into the cauldron. He set his alarm and continued with the clockwise stirring.
“Ten minutes we stir, keeping with the clockwise direction. Watch the colour lighten a little.” It was amazing, seeing how the ingredients visually worked together. He was lost in his own thoughts when his buzzer went off, signalling the end of ten minutes. “This next bit is where we add our toe-tortoise shell, whilst we continue to stir! Clockwise, of course.” He slowly tipped another of the little bowls into the liquid, continuing to stir. “Keep stirring clockwise for EIGHT minutes. You’ll see it turn a creamy colour, after about two minutes.” After a few moments, his potion started to lose the purple colour, and the brown faded to a cream. Perfect. After eight minutes, his timer went off.
“We remove the heat,” he said, turning his Bunsen burner off carefully, “And add our caterpillar and bat tongue, whilst we continue to stir CLOCKWISE.” Lots of clockwise stirring in this one. “Five minutes we stir, until the cream starts to green a little.” The timer went on again, and five minutes of clockwise stirring continued. At the end of the five minutes, he pulled his stirrer out and put it on the bench. “Now we wait, ap-approximately twenty minutes. Watch it turn a deeper green colour. Once it turns an emerald green colour, like this,” he said, showing a vial of pre-made aging potion, the very same one he had taken just that morning, “We can bottle it up! I want a labelled vial t-to grade, and then you can leave.” And he would either go to bed to nap the potion off, or else he would find the antidote he had somewhere.
OOC: So, no post count! However many posts you feel you need to make is fine. Please see my post about how I will be marking you. There is an IC and an OOC mark. See the ‘OOC’ section for requirements of your posts. I’d like you to do the potion in more than one post, but if you only have time for that then it’s okay. And please, NO EDITING unless it’s for spelling/grammar/coding things. Art and I are still here, and will keep checking in and responding, but if you want us put it in the Title bar so that we can quickly see it, or send me a VM/PM.
This class will continue until approximately May 15th at 3:30pmACST
Yeeees! A grin spread over her features. It was indeed an aging potion and the poor professor had taken it. Elsa felt herself pout with concern. The potions Master was her favorite teacher, she did not like the idea of him being to spent.. he focus was quickly brought back to the task at hand once the professor started explaining the process and giving advise. Her hand automatically flew to her back retrieving a quill and some parchment where she swiftly took note of everything said.
The professor looked like he could use a nap and was thinking about taking one. Elsa grinned as she got up in an orderly fashion and used the measuring cups and little bowls to get the ingredients for her potion. She was missing a few and the professor said it was OK to use his. She was careful to take an ounce more of each, just to be safe.
She was going to make her Uncle proud, he trained her potions skills with her all Summer. Now was the time to prove it worked and she did improve. She pulled her sleeves up and cracked her neck. Terrible, terrible habit.
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Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind. Don't you wonder what's inside?
Miranda nodded her head in agreement to stay a see Professor Newton to give her a bit of a potion to help her with her Allergies.Oh my what a set of instructions... It would take her the whole class just to get the ingredients prepared properly. She immediately started to look around the room for a partner.
Slowly she walked to the front of the class to retrieve her measuring cups and things from the table. putting her little pile of necessary things down on her table she pulled her cauldron out of her bag and pointed her wand at it,
"Scourgify." and with an S motion her cauldron was prepared to begin. First things first..... Slicing and dicing away for what seemed an eternity she looked up with cramping hands.
post 1 for the actual potion:ooc
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Potions Lesson 1: The One with All the Stirring 
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What "mellow", though?? Who was she kidding. Olivia Phillips had zero chill 100% of the time!
