After getting over her shock at Milo's entrance (She still couldn't decide whether or not he was a good teacher), Saoirse shook her head to clear it and began to carefully read the instructions in her book. Her mother had a deft hand in potions, and Saoirse didn't want to disappoint her. She had always done well helping out in the home. It was the wand work that she seemed to have some trouble with.
Saoirse took the bezoar she had gotten from the cupboard and put it into the mortar. Grabbing her pestle, she began to grind it against the bezoar, crushing it into large chunks, then those large chunks into tinier and tinier chunks. She brushed her hair impatiently out of her eyes as she continued to grind. She pounded the mortar until her arm got very sore, only then did she decide that it was adequately crushed.
Now picking up a small beaker, Saoirse measured out four measures of the crushed bezoar and tipped it into the cauldron. After reading the next line of the instruction, Saoirse then measured out two measures of standard ingredient and added it to the cauldron as well. Now came the tough part: lighting a fire underneath the cauldron. She wasn't a real great shake with the wand yet.
"Incendio," she whispered, poking her wand at the space underneath the cauldron.
She only managed a bit of smoke, wich curled out from the tip of her wand.
"Incendio!" she said a little more forcefully, this time getting a small spark, but no fire.
"INCENDIO!" she finally cried, exasperated.
The wand finally produced a burst of flame, rather larger than Saoirse had intended. Great, now the heat would be too great. Too bad she didn't know how to lower the temperature of the fire. She made herself a mental note to look that up later. Hoping that it wouldn't affect the results of her potion too drastically, Saoirse allowed the fire to burn for five seconds before putting it out. She then waved her wand over the potion brewing in her cauldron, and now she could only wait....or, she supposed she could try out that new charm she had learned this morning.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Saoirse chanted, flicking and swishing her wand at the stuffed doll she had recovered from the boxes.
The doll hovered for a few seconds, then dropped back down to the table and rolled off. Well, she'd have the next 40 minutes to get it right and hang these decorations.