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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 10:42 pm
I pull it together, focus on the cauldron and the list of instructions on the piece of parchment in front of me.
I pour the second cup of black ink in my cauldron and a large gas plume rises in the air. *Cough, Cough* I wave my hands stupidly in all directions trying to get rid of the gas. With my gask mask still on i stand up and walk to the pile of dragon poo. Gross, i can still smell it through here, I say out loud and make a vomiting sound. I put on some gloves located on a nearby desk, grab the scooper and scoop up a whole pile of poo. With flies still circling the dung i head back to my desk still holding the scooper with one hand and another underneath it. I throw the dung inside the cauldron and it begins to bubble like crazy and turns a horrible brown thick colour. I return to the pile and place the scooper back in. As i sit back down in my chair i keep my mask on and my gloves and begin stirring. My hands become sore so i change hands. I continue to stir and the potion brewing inside has turned soupy but kept it's brown colour. The egg shells rise to the surface and some of the dung is still noticeable and now, the potion looks like brown, rotten, horrid oatmeal.
I stop stirring, sit back and wait for it to cool down. While waiting i take my mask and gloves off. I pull out a empty bowl point my wand in it and say Aguamenti. The bowl fills with water and i wash my hands. I wipe my hands on my robes, drain the water in a nearby sink and return back to my desk.
I open up my large thermos, hold my cauldron and carefully tip the whole potion in the thermos.
On the thermos, using my quill, i write: Professor Akahana's Less-than-Sparkling Holy s**t Water. *Do Not Drink*
After pouring the whole potion in the thermos, i flick my wand in the air and the cauldron is wiped clean.
Done, i say looking extremely pleased with my self.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 11:21 pm
Lysistrata Berceuse, First Year Slytherin.
Noticing that others were pulling on gas masks, Lysis did the same. Just in case. Glancing at the directions on the board, the black-haired girl wandered around and gathered the necessary ingredients. She knew from her mother's lessons that it was always best to have everything at hand when brewing.
What, unfair Pureblood advantages? Perish the thought.
Lessee, vinegar, cockroaches, eggs, garlic powder, ramen noodles, black ink... I'm missing something. What am I missing? Ah. Ew. Lysis wrinkled her nose in a moue of disgust before regulating her features back into a cheery smile, then went off to fetch the dragon dung. She was happy for the mask, since it covered her slip.
After preparing everything and tossing it in (her favorite part was the cockroaches- she liked to pretend they could speak in their death throes) she began to stir. Simple enough so far, if a little... repulsive. It'd have to be, considering what it was meant to get rid of. She counted under her breath until the three minutes were up before letting it simmer. After it cooled for the specified amount of time, she looked around and realized there were no Twitards to try it out on. She wasn't sure if she was happy about that or sad.
Lysis took a thermos of her oatmeal-esque potion up to her professor to be graded. "Here you are, ma'am."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:12 am
Aludra Yvette... Once the potion started to boil, Aludra stirred the brew until it became a soupy mud consistancy. She brought it back to its boiling state and let it boil furiously for the required 3 minutes. With a wand flick, the fire died down a bit and she began to let it simmer for the 12 minutes. ...6th Year Slytherin
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:45 am
 Cloud's potion had finished simmering, and she prodded the flame under her cauldron with her wand, causing it to go out. She then waited for it to cool, and ladled some of the vile potion into a thermos. After that, Cloud hastily waved her wand again. The contents of the cauldron vanished, leaving it quite as sparkling clean as it was before the class had begun.
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Sparrow Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:10 pm
After three minutes of stirring and boiling Sparrow lets the potion simmer.
After the 12 minutes of simmering Sparrow look at the potion in disgust as it looks like and awful muddy type of oatmealish type concoction. Sparrow ladled some of the potion into a vial after it had cooled and labeled it and handed it in. She then returned to her area and cleaned up happy to be rid of the potion.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:03 pm
Now that I had a thermos full of Less-than-Sparkling Holy s**t Water, I vanished the remaining portion of potion into oblivion.
Kenneth Reynolds
7th Year Perfect
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:06 am
Aludra Yvette... The potion was now fully ready and it looked exactly as the name suggested, s**t. Aludra covered her mouth in fear of becoming sick and began to laddle the brew into the thermos the Professor had provided. Once it was relatively full, she sealed the lid tight with magic and force so that this abomination could never be opened. Not even sparkle-f** lovers needed to be doused in this filth. Maybe the leader... Edward. She waved her wand and the sickening potion disappeared but she feared the poor cauldron would never come clean. ...6th Year Slytherin
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:21 am
Marley Arielle;
First Year Slytherin.
'Euh, Merlin... ' The young witch murmured under her breath. She'd overslept and was now incredibly late to Potions. She knew she was in trouble, and despite her mates' requests to skip class and join them for a fun time around the castle Marley chose to go to class. She wasn't one for skipping class. It weighed too heavily on her conscience. Well, unless there was ample reason for the skippage.
Marley opened the classroom door slowly, making sure to make as little noise as possible. She crept over to the first desk closest to the door and began to unload her bag, avoiding all eye-contact and silently praying that that the professor wouldn't notice her, and therefore could not punish her for her lateness.
3 Facts:
1. I am a vegetarian.
2. I enjoy the French culture and language.
3. I have a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Niles. He is my Samwise.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:03 pm
Aludra Yvette... Aludra pulled off her gas mask and threw it in the 'used' pile that was building up. "Phew, That was the sickest thing I've ever seen... and Ive seen my mothers cooking." ...6th Year Slytherin
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 1:07 pm
 Liviana placed her gas mask on her face, and gathered the ingredients for the potion and began setting them up.
She first chopped up the eight cockroaches finely, crushed her two eggs whole, and added them to her rusty cauldron. She threw in a cup of garlic powder, a cup of two week old ramen, and two cups of black ink.
The potion looked dodgy as it was, but she left her station to get the heaping scoop of dragon dung from he front of the room, and added it in. She began mixing the potion, which was far more difficult than it seemed. She pointed her wand at the base of her second-hand cauldron, and whispered, "Incendio," and happily crackling flames lapped at the iron outside.
She let the mixture boil for three minutes, then let it simmer for another twelve.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:33 pm
Even if everyone was taking off there gas mask's there was no way I was removing the bubble head charm until we were completely done with this potion.
Kenneth Reynolds
7th Year Perfect
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 4:10 pm
Aludra Yvette... Aludra laughed over in Kenneth's direction at his bubblehead charm. "You know it doesnt smell that bad as long as it not near you?" she asked, raising an amused eyebrow. ...6th Year Slytherin
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:41 pm
Laughing I said, "Well I don't it is foul smelling, but you seem to be alright with the air around you so I guess I can take this off." Pulling out my wand I pointed it at my face, and removed the bubble heard charm. I took a stiff of the air, and it wasn't too bad, it still had a bite of burnt dragon dung, but it was bearable.
Kenneth Reynolds
7th Year Perfect
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 12:22 am
25 points to Lysistra, Kenneth, Aludra, Cloud, Sparrow, Christopher, Vicarious, Dorian, Harmony, and Havyn. And welcome to all the new students. ^_^
Havyn, you don't have to do the potion over. It was done correctly, a gas bubble just got trapped. So, I'll award you full points. No harm done. ^_^ Just remember to get a deeper stir in next time.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 1:11 am
Ravenclaw, 2nd Year
Nam snapped awake. He felt as though he'd just fallen out of the sky for some reason, even though he seemed to be in the middle of a classroom aisle. He glanced up to see Alurda and Kenneth emptying their cauldrons (of something that looked pretty wretched). He noticed a spherical distortion around Kenneth's head, then, once it came into focus, his own. He reached up to touch it. His hand passed straight through and over his mouth. So he was not wearing a spaceman suit. It took him a minute. A bubble head charm...
He righted himself, slightly noticing Dorian and a ravenclaw girl whose name he believed was Hayvn peeking at him out of the corner of his eye. "Thank you for this." He gestured toward his purified dome, not knowing who he was thanking exactly. "As I was saying. Not doing too good. Think I'll just sit down now." He pulled into the nearest available seat, next to the concerned looking girl, and fixed her overflown cauldron with a quizzical look, wondering what potion's scent alone could have done him in. Surely they weren't brewing enhanced chloroform. It didn't resemble any thing he recognized either. "What's cooking?" He asked Hayvn, but didn't make it altogether clear, for he did not orient himself towards her at all.
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