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Eiji hardly had time to gloat about Professor Noble's response to his concise response because he was STILL fussing with how to tie his tie. He kept skipping steps...or forgetting which step he had taken just seconds ago or skipping steps thinking he had already done them when he hadn't actually done so. It was.....frustrating and he was about ready to just rip the tie off from around his neck. Which thankfully spared him any salty thoughts about bleach being compared to a bezoar - h o n e s t l y. Glancing up as the potions master continued class, Eiji vaguely recognized the formula on the board from something that his dad used for spills in his own lab back at home. Though that was more specialized for alchemy spills of higher and more complicated compounds than would be found in a potions lab at Hogwarts. Well, save for those experiments he performed with Professor Noble but...things were mostly theory these days given the current situation. Meh. Ugh. UGH. Quill to his parchment, his frustrations over his tie and everything cause the tip to poke several holes right through it - WHATEVER - and then he tossed it down on his station before hoping up to bring fire back to his burner. His tie? Still a disaster around his neck and now in such a horrible knot he was going to need to cut himself out of it. But fire was had and back to his station he was to get that all set up and then place his ingredients in order of use. |
Ewan just gave a small curt nod and smile at the response that he was given from Professor Noble. Despite missing out on the absorbent potions answer, he knew he’d given sufficient answers although, now that he thought back about them, he couldn’t quite remember what he had said. Never mind, it wasn’t important. Seeing the instructions on the board, the prefect got up and instantly began collecting the ingredients that were needed as well as a wood spill to light the fire underneath his cauldron. Potion making was something he was usually good at. It was simple. Precise. Measured. In other words, all you had to do was follow the instructions carefully in order to get it right, something that he was pretty good at usually. With all of his ingredients, he lit his burner and then begin brewing his potion by first adding the flobberworm mucas and letting it simmer on a low heat. But, should it have been a low heat or did the instructions ask for a high heat? No. No. After a quick glance up at the instructions, he let out a small sigh and rubbed his temple a little in frustration. ”Stupid memory. Stupid castle” |
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Besides, he'd already told them the answer--an absorbent potion. The easy part was gathering the ingredients, which Isla did right away. She purposely took the 'scenic route' around the room, aka the long way, to avoid the lingering stench. She had no idea how to light a burner using a wooden spill, but lucky for her, somebody nearby was doing that very same step. She studied their process, and then she repeated it step by step. There. A lit burner! Once that was done, she measured out the flobberworm mucus. Wait a minute...how much did she need? Why did she keep forgetting the steps seconds after she read them? She finally got the 250mL measured out and added them to her cauldron. Flobberworm mucus was disgusting, but that was beside the point, wasn't it? |
An absorbent potion? Well, this was certainly interesting. Claudine thought he might heard of those before but certainly was eluding her. Whatever. There were tasks to be done that required her attention. She found herself feeling thankful that the instructions were on the board for Claudine found herself glancing at it ever so often for guidance. First, the girl set about measuring out the ingredients, and placing them in separate containers. Each ingredient was carefully measured with the right instruments. Next, the actual process began: the burner was lit as instructed: via the spill and burner Noble had set up. ‘Gently heat’ meant that they needed to keep the flame small, yeah? It seemed logical to Claudine so the yucky flobberworm mucus was added to the cauldron. |
It was nice to have instructions up there in front of them, because Phoebe kept losing track of what she was supposed to be doing. The smell, right? The professor had just given some dramatic sighs over the fact that Phoebe brought up the smell, so at least it wasn't her imagination. "Light the fire, light the fire, light the fire," Phoebe mumbled as she set up her big cooking pot and stared at the unlit burner beneath it. No noodles for supper tonight. Wait, the instructions said... use the professor's flame at the front! "Light the fire light the fire light the fire," she scurried to bring flame back to her hot pot. "Noodles!" |
Question, P. Noble! dontkillus It was a shame Professor Noble thought so low of bleach. Did he know it had almost magical powers? Sure - it almost ruined everything it touched - but did he KNOW that sometimes that was an interesting quality to have? Aboli thought maybe SHE WAS the human embodiment of bleach...with those guidelines to keep in mind. Speaking of guidelines, the directions for this absorbent potion was on the board, and Aboli went to grab a fire-lighting thingy from the front of the room so she could get started. But she DID have a question. "Professor - this is a lot of work. Isn't it easier to buy a muggle equivalent from the store? Why go through all this? Is there a PURPOSE?" she asked. She wasn't trying to be a turd. She literally wanted to know...why this was necessary. It seemed like a complicated solution to an easy problem. ...where was she going again? She headed back to her desk...striker-less. Spill, striker. Whatever. |
SORRY ABOLI! #emorasting #saltyrasting Eiji's burner now lit and his flobberworm mucas warming inside, the seventh year was once again FIXATED on his tie and getting this knot sorted. He loathed not finishing what he started. Even worse was looking a bit unpolished and especially in front of Professor Noble. While the man had not been cruel in his suggestion to sort himself out, he could not help but feel the heavy burden of disappointment in causing his mentor to even point such a thing out. It was NOT the Also not going his way was this BLOODY necktie...also his flobberworm mucas which had been, er, uncharacteristically forgotten and was now bubbling and drying out from the medium heat it sat on. Though it was hard to noticed the unfortunate burning stench in light of what messes lay throughout the rest of the classroom. Grumbling and spatting all sorts of displeased words at the silver and green knot, his eyes darted over to the she-snake and self proclaimed spokesperson for bleach. "Well I don't see any muggle stores around here, do you?" he spat, taking his frustrations with his own tie out on her because just like his knot...he was wound a little too tight. Tugging and twisting the fabric a bit more, Eiji went into a child-like tantrum and began slapping at his chest as though doing so would punish his tie and force it to comply. "Blasted thing," he spat again before SHOVING it through the gaps of his buttons on his dress shirt to at least keep it away from his burner. ......and then he saw the contents of his cauldron and his frustrations only grew as he hurriedly grabbed for his wooden spoon and turned the heat down considerably while he gingerly began stirring the mucus to try and free it from the bottom of his cauldron. It seemed...okay. Maybe. Nothing singed beyond reckoning so maybe he could add the agar jelly and be just fine.... |
Naya was pleased that she had been thinking in the right direction with the first question. These days, that wasn’t necessarily a given. Now though, it was time to get to brewing. First, Naya copied the notes from the board. She wanted to make sure that she didn’t miss or forget anything. You definitely did not want to mess up a potion. The results could be......bad. Naya set up all of her supplies and found her wooden spill. With her burner ready, she went up to the front of the room to light it. She headed back to her work station and lit her burner. Now what was she supposed to do next? Thank goodness for her notes. After checking them, the sixth year measured her flobberworm mucus and added it to her cauldron. While that heated, she gathered and measured the rest of her ingredients. Once the mucus seemed to be heated, Naya.........checked her notes again. Oh. She added the agar jelly to the cauldron and began to stir it. Once it had disappeared, she added the sawdust and silver powder. Was she supposed to stir it too? Checking her notes for the millionth time, she saw no instructions for stirring. Now she just had to let the potion cool. She turned off her burner and waited for further instructions |
Isla still thought they should try to just vanish the whole thing, but apparently her opinion wasn't a popular one. She tuned in to the conversation between Aboli and Eiji. Aboli had the right idea--to just do this the easy way. What was that saying she'd always heard? Work smart, not harder? Something like that. Eiji had a point, too... Isla watched as the flobberworm mucus continued to heat. You know what was more disgusting than flobberworm mucus? Watching flobberworm mucus heat. Ewww. She turned her gaze away from the mixture and measured out 50 grams of the agar jelly powder. What was she supposed to do with this again? And why did she keep forgetting where the instructions were posted? Once she got everything re-read and was pretty sure she knew how to proceed, Isla stirred the jelly into her mixture. It was supposed to dissolve, so she kept stirring as she waited for that to happen. |
So, Eiji was definitely in a mood. Although she didn't mind someone finally saying something to Aboli - she did think Eiji was projecting his necktie frustrations, amongst other things, on to the young girl. Almost as if he was possessed or something. Elbowing him as she made her way to her own station, she quickly offered a bit of small helpful advice, "maybe take a deep breath, Eiji" Definitely not thrilled about this lesson being an actual potions lesson, she set her things up - before attempting to light the burner. |
i used [b] for once Bernie was torn between watching her flobberworm mucus ALL QUESTIONS WERE GOOD QUESTIONS, Rasting! She turned her attention to the next step, which was stirring! Oh joy! She liked this part of Cooking Class. Bernie weighed 50 grams of agar agar and stirred it happily, her blue eyes again drifting toward the entertaining older students in the class instead of minding her own station. What was WRONG with Becky's brother in particular??? And why was he wearing his tie like that, now that she got a look at him? "Quit hitting yourself, quit hitting yourself," she called out with a chortle at his expense. |
Avalon nodded as Professor Noble affirmed her answer. She was very surprised that she had gotten it right - and to have even hinted to what they would be working on today. Her Potions ability had improved significantly over the past few years, but it was still satisfying to get things right during Professor Noble's lessons. The Ravenclaw was glad that the professor had written the instructions on the board, because as soon as she got up to measure her ingredients, she forgot how much silver powder she needed. After using the spill to light her cauldron, she added the flobberworm mucus. Now she just needed to gently heat it. Which meant it would take patience. And without the ability to vanish any ruined potions, Avalon had to be extremely careful. She did not want to produce any disgusting sludge like the stuff at the back of the room - that would be embarrassing. |
Claudine wasn’t sure how long she had to heat the mucus for. Did Professor Bundle forget to write that on his board? She went with her instinct and let it be done for about five minutes before bit by bit going about to add the agar jelly. Meaning, a small amount was added, then it was stirred in before another set was added etc. This method worked well and soon all the jelly was added. A few extra stirs were given to ensure it all was worked in. Also, was Eiji Raisin always this grumpy? “I think what's her name {Aboli}was speaking in general terms and not referring to now specifically,’’ Claudine chimed in. It was unlike her to offer opinions or to butt into conversations. Oh well. She threw Eiji and his tie an unamused looked before returning to her work. And now, for the last steps: the sawdust and silver powder were added and the heat removed. |
*eyes emoji* SPOILER!!: Eiji It was only once she was BACK at her spot that she realized she needed a little fire-thingy to get her potion to, you know, brew, and she would have gone on minding her own business when EIJI RASTING, AKA GRUMPIEST PERSON OF ALL TIME decided to butt into her very PRACTICAL question for Professor Noble. She pretended to look around. "Oh wow...you know, Eiji, I never NOTICED the lack of muggle stores around here, good GOSH you are RIGHT - " the sarcasm dripping from her voice like hot fudge on a sundae. And he got a glare. If ONLY magic worked. He'd get a hex. Or she'd just cut his tie since it seemed to be causing him SO much issue. As she went to grab a striker, she snorted at his mucus. "Imagine being SO concerned for a tie that you burn mucus," she hissed as she passed him, thinking of SOME way of revenge for the older boy. Oh, the more time she took, the better it'd be. SHE DID NOT APPRECIATE THE SARCASM. SPOILER!!: MISSA ...and of course MISSA RENALDI was all taking up for him. PFFT. Aboli thought there few people less annoying than Missa. The Ravenclaw had ALWAYS a comment for her, and Aboli had tried on a total and TWO? occasions to be nice. SO there. "Maybe YOU can help him tie his tie, Missa." She suggested HELPFULLY. SPOILER!!: Bernie and Claudine Well would you look at that. She felt smug at the loyalty Bernie showed her, and the clarification Claudine had managed to make. "THANK YOU, Claudine. That IS what I meant. I guess I should clarify." She sat back down and shot Bernie a big ole' Aboli grin. Buuuut she needed to get started! What was the first step? She squinted at the board. She got her burner lit and FINALLY put the mucus in the cauldron. Hmm. It made her wonder... If SNAIL mucus was good for the skin, was flobberworm mucus the same? She glanced around at her classmates and wondered if any of them would notice or judge her too harshly. Actually, it seemed MOST OF THESE PEOPLE WOULD considering their reactions to her bleach opinions, soooOooOOo she merely pocketed some of the flobberworm mucus to use for later. She got more and began to warm up the rest, stirring a bit, before adding the jelly. This goop was funky smelling, for sure. She was questioning its cleaning abilities for sure, but she supposed it wasn't like a CLEANSER but more an absorbent. |
Somehow, Phoebe figured out she needed to put flobberworm mucus over the flame she was so proud to light, even if she kept calling them noodles while she waited for it to heat. It was nearly time for a meal, right? Noodles in butter would be so good right about now. Merlin, what was that smell? Phoebe glanced around and caught sight of the recipe on the board. Heating mucus. Done! Hey, that part was already done! Amazing! Who did that? Did she do that? Why didn't she remember? So next was adding the agar jelly and stirring it. "Gloop gloop gloop." Phoebe watched the jelly gloop into the cauldron, right on top of her noodles, and she was lucky she was holding her stirring stick already. Time to stir the noodles! |
If it was any other school year, she wouldn't have been off on tangents as she was this very moment and yes building a barrier was exactly what she'd been trying to get at, Noble. Also the powder cleaner was a super good idea!!!! But it seemed what they were going to be doing was making an absorbent potion and this actually sounded like it would be super useful. She was about to get started but there was all commotion stemming from Aboli's question about why they couldn't just buy muggle absorbent powder and Eiji having the gall to answer with such sass. Uh what?? Why didn't he just blurt out that her question was stupid which was basically what he was implying?? And honestly, Noble you best be taking points for THAT if you could deduct from her for her loud remarks at the start of the lesson. She was going to ignore the commotion though and got started with lighting her burner using one of the wooden spills. Glopping 250 ml of flobberworm mucus into her cauldron she waited, reading the board again for instructions. Was the mucus hot enough? How long did she have to heat it? She stuck a finger into it and immediately pulled it out when she realized it was a hot cauldron, but fortunately the mucus wasn't scalding hot yet. It was warm though. Wiping her finger on her robes she shook it out before reaching for the agar jelly powder. And once again stuck her finger in to swirl the agar and mucus together. |
These professors were getting more sensitive by the day. "Just giving your very valid question an equally valid answer, sir. Dead sorry if you thought I was implying anything else." Or maybe they had said something to that effect. It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility but this memory lark made it difficult to keep track. Speaking of, Nem had never had to actively take notes in classes before, remembering it all had been not just easy, but effortless. That had changed, of course, but they still did not deign to write down anything in any real detail. Just the odd word here and there, unless it was something interesting enough to want to remember. Which wasn't... anything, in any of their classes, at least so far. It was fine, though. All they really needed was what was up there on the board. It was just a case of following the recipe and not forgetting what steps they'd already done. Or actually forgetting - totally by accident - to see if anything interesting happened. Once it was go time, Nem took out all their potions supplies, moving at a casual sort of pace to get everything ready before heading up to the burner at the front of the room and lighting a wooden spill. This was perhaps the one thing that Nem didn't mind doing without magic; Incendio took all the fun out of lighting a good fire. Shielding the flame with one hand to prevent it from going out, Nem turned back to return to their desk, and... ... huh. Which one was it again? They peered around the desks, trying to look for a familiar looking school bag - couldn't miss it, it was probably seventh-hand or something by now, and tattered almost beyond use now that no spells held it together - but kept getting distracted by Emo Rasting's little meltdown. Nem said nothing, but took no pains to hide their heavy sighing or their pointed eye rolling. |
As if Missa needed any other reason to not be a fan of Aboli, she went ahead and opened her mouth - AGAI - especially since she had technically been on the younger girl's side. But no, she had to go be rude. And if looks could TRIP a person's face into their flobberworm mucus - Aboli would be cleaning that off her face right now. BUT - the seventh year reminded herself of the badge on her robes and proceeded to aggressively stir in the agar jelly into the mix until it would dissolve. Clearly it was NOT working. |
Q for Professor N--. Cole was immensely glad that Professor Dooble had written the potions recipe for whatever the potion was called that they were brewing today on the board. He had unfortunately misplaced his textbook which was embarrassing so he really hoped that Professor Noodle weren’t going to go around and inspect their workstations or he’d be in trouble. Cole hated that he kept misremembering even simple things, things that should be elementary. Sighing he got his cauldron up and looked up to carefully read the first line of instruction several times over. Cole didn’t want to make any missteps. Getting up from his seat he headed up front to light his burner with the professors unfamiliar spill and burner. It took a few attempts before he got light under his burner. Back at his workstation Cole poured in the flobberworm mucus into his cauldron, all 250 ml of it trying not to gag at the smell in the classroom that hadn’t lifted yet. Wait how long was he supposed to heat the flooberwattumps? Furrowing his brows Cole looked up at the board, but was his eyes bad at reading or had professor Noggles not listed it? Raising his hand Cole asked with a slightly raised voice "Um professor for how long shall we heat the flobberwattums in our cauldron? Until they get a nice pink shade?" While he waited for an answer Cole fetched the agar jelly, sawdust and silver powder that he would need for the next steps. And he was totally ignoring Eji's tantrum and Aboli and Bernie's words. It was just not worth wasting energy on. |
Isla stared down at her potion, and her eyes grew wide. UH OH. She had suddenly lost track of everything she'd done, and she couldn't remember what had been added and what still needed to be added. Maybe she should have written everything down and crossed it out as she went along. "Uhhh....," she mumbled to herself. She suddenly had an idea, but it required her to use a quill and a piece of parchment. She turned down the burner under her cauldron, so everything wouldn't burn to a crisp. Once the quill and parchment was out, she wrote down the names of the ingredients she still had left on her workstation. - Sawdust - Silver powder That meant she'd already used the flobberworm mucus and the jelly powder. This meant she was on...the fourth step! WHEW. She shoved her quill and parchment to the side and re-adjusted the heat under the cauldron. After that, she measured out 250 grams of sawdust and five grams of silver powder. She added them to the cauldron one at a time and then waited for things to cool. Okay, hopefully that little lapse in memory wouldn't affect her potion, and if it did, thankfully it was a cleaning product and not something she was supposed to drink... |
*catches up* SPOILER!!: Question 1 catchup Heath was relieved to see that Hoble had written all the instructions on the board, but he still didn’t trust himself to remember everything. As a precaution, he copied down the steps in his notes as well. Hopefully between the board and his notes, he’d manage not to make any stupid mistakes! So what was he supposed to do now? He looked at his notes, then at the board. Light the burner, right. He got up to retrieve a wooden spoon… spool… whatever the blasted thing was called! After lighting it from the burner at the front, he carefully carried it back to his workstation to light his own burner. Now what? Heath’s eyes flicked from the board to his notes and back again, cross-referencing the information for the next steps. Right then, flobberworm mucus. He carefully measured out 250 ml of the stuff, double and triple checking the directions to make sure he didn’t forget the measurement. Hold on, that was flobberworm mucus, right? Knowing him, he could very well have picked up a vial of some other substance accidentally! He checked the label, just in case. Whew, he’d grabbed the correct vial after all! Heath had just added the flobberworm mucus to his cauldron when the drama between those two older Slytherins (Eiji & Aboli) happened, causing his head to jerk up at the unexpected voices. He blinked dumbly. Well, that was… kind of mean; it was just a simple question. He didn’t say as much, however. Conflict made him nervous, and besides, other people (Claudine & Bernie) had already pointed that out. There was no need for the entire class to gang up on… the guy with the tie (Eiji)! He had every intention of staying out of it until the loud Gryffindor girl (Bernie) chortled. With that one action, she’d crossed the line between standing up to a bully and becoming one! Clenching his teeth against the words he wanted to say to her, he turned his attention back to his cauldron. How was it that he could barely remember what the professors said from one minute to the next, yet he still remembered every time someone laughed at or made fun of him back in muggle school, so much so that even seeing it happen to Tie Guy over there (he couldn't recall what the other boy’s name was) affected him on a visceral level? |
Absorbent potion.... That's what they would be learning. Absorbs messes... Made sense. Noah jotted down the potion, the ingredients, and the steps to concoct said potion. Without magic, he assumed that it was going to take a longer than anticipated. He got halfway through writing the word agar when he heard Aboli's question. He frowned. Why was she even asking that? The boy then heard Eji's sharp remark, Missa and Bernie's comments, and then finally Aboli's retort. Yeah, he was planning on staying waaaay out of this one. And besides it already sounded like Bernie and Claudine were supporting Aboli on this one or at least clarifying her question which seemed.... rather kind. But this was Aboli in this situation so he felt compelled to see how she was faring after those comments. Watching her, he noted that she seemed fine but... He bit his lip. Maybe.... He couldn't tell. He sighed and then stared at her, hoping that she would look his way so he could at least send her a concerning glance. Maybe she'd realize that he was looking at her but then again maybe not. Err....Earth to Aboli!! Are you ok? After several minutes of trying to get her attention (well he wasn't really trying, he was just staring at her to see if she'd notice), he returned back to writing the steps down and sighed. This was ... a class. Now to the task at hand... This would be exactly like what his cousin spoke about when he referred to chemistry labs, right? Noah had remembered looking at his cousin's books and textbooks but could't recall any knowledge associated with it at this moment. Darts, he thought as he stood up to go light his burner. As he made his way up front, he randomly had the word Bunsen stuck in his head. He didn't know why it was but he assumed it had something to do with the burner. Taking the spill, he lit his burner and then returned to his work station. Right. Next was... Flobberworm mucus. Appealing..... He scrunched his nose and measured out the flobberworm mucus. The recipe required two hundred and fifty millimeters - nothing more, nothing less. Oops... He poured a little too much. Maybe two to three mL over what he should have. Well... It should be close enough? Setting the flobberworm mucus to heat, he then focused on measuring the remaining ingredients. SPOILER!!: Potions |
Noodlesnoodlesnoodles. Phoebe watched the agar jelly disappear into mess at the bottom of her cauldron, and she hung out over the cauldron a little while longer, watching as the flobberworm steam made the hair around her face curl into spirals. Noodles. Hair noodles. Should she add some cheese to her... oh nope. Look there on the board! Sawdust and silver powder. Phoebe dumped both into the cauldron, spilling a little down the side but mostly getting it right. This noodles dish smelled pretty strange, but not as bad as SOMETHING someone stepped in. Whew. Stinky. |
*mentions of Eiji obvi* Eiji was being absolutely impossible to ignore during this lesson, much to Nettie's dismay. Ignoring him had become second nature to her, but he was in a real mood today, that much was obvious. Every time she heard him complain, she had to fight back the instinct to go over and see if he needed help. Because he wouldn't WANT her help - she was certain of that. All of it was making HER irritated - the fighting, the continued chiming in of her classmates who really just needed to keep their mouths shut, the lingering annoyance of not being able to do magic... Add in Nettie with an open flame and no magic to control it? It was...not good. She had headed to the front of the class to light her spill as instructed, and after she had lit the burner under her cauldron back at her desk, she waved it at her side to extinguish the flame, instead of doing the more LOGICAL thing and blowing it out with a quick puff of air. Focused more on trying to overhear the conversations behind her, she accidentally let go of the spill and dropped it - flame still lit - on the ground. Letting out a loud YELP, she immediately stomped on it to put the flame out. Thankfully, since this was all old stone floor, and the flame had been tiny to begin with, no damage had been done. No damage to the floor, at least. Her pride? Yeah, it had taken a small hit. |
The agar was in and there was no turning back now. He was also tempted to try and pocket some of the silver powder because that was expensive and hard to come by on your own. But he couldn't do that to Professor Noble and thus the thought was discarded and just in time as Missa had come over a bit closer to offer absolutely useless advice in the moment. "I am breathing just fine," he grumbled under his breath while making sure his tie was good and shoved inside his shirt for safety. "...remind me how to die a tie after class though?" This was said quietly and for her ears ONLY. His eyes narrowed at Bernadette for the unnecessary commentary and it was only his little sister's request that he be nicer to some of her friends that he IGNORED her. He was also not in the least bit surprised that Bernadette's she-snake friend chimed in. Again, unnecessarily and he pointedly ignored her too. When Aboli spoke, he just wanted to turn her out and focus the contents of his cauldron as things dissolved and somewhat salvaged his solution. Amazing how much she had to say in response to his words, her own laced thicking with a sarcasm that his own had not possessed. And it would be unwise of her to start a war with him - he was mentoring Babs, after all. Never one to strike first, he had nothing to lose given the state of Hogwarts at the moment and may not be as compassionate as he had been the last time he had considered proper retaliation. Whatever. Right now she was not worth his time. What WAS worth his time was his cauldron and salvaging things so that he did not waste ingredients - which he was now adding in the sawdust and silver powder while turning off his burner. |
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