A potion? Any potion, well that’s just great Nick thought to himself. He was good at potions but not really enthusiastic and so whilst everyone was preparing their potions, Nick remained seated, thinking of a potion, any potion which he could make. Picking up his Potions textbook he flicked the pages, Felix Felices, too difficult, the Polyjuice potion, too difficult, draught of the living death too diff---, wait a minute. Nick had made this before, numerous times actually. But did he have the right ingredients, he hadn’t prepared for it but there were school ingredients he could use. Pulling his bag from under the table he riffled though its contents, pulling out as he did so wormwood, valerian roots, a piece of sloth brain which was contained in a small glass vial. The final ingredient needed, asphodel, he found in the school cupboard. Returning to his table he drew his wand and set the stove under the cauldron alight, then set to work.
It was a difficult potion but one he was confident would get him some credit from his teacher. One by one the ingredients entered the couldron, the sloth brain and the asphodel bubbled gently on the surface turning the potion a deep purple. All was well though and as the final ingredient entered, the juice from the bean there was a billow of smoke as the potion turned a light lilac. Nick’s composed appearance appeared to have gone rather wrong as the heat from the class and the difficulty of the potion began to take effect. Small beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and his hair was messed up and clumpy because he kept running his hands through it.
Allowing it to simmer for a while, Nick rolled up his sleeves and began to stir the contents of the couldren magically with his wand. He did not need the textbook for this part of the potion, seven times counter-clockwise, then once clockwise. This little trick he had learned from a book his parents owned by one Harry Potter. Nicholas would repeat this procedure until the potion turned as clear as water. Which of course it did, it was beautiful, it was perfect. Smiling he took out a vial from his bag and scooped into it some of his potion. Popping a cork into the top of it he approached the teachers desk. “Miss, my potion.” No doubt she would know what it was, she had been walking in amongst the class after all. After waiting around for her comments he headed back to his place and began tidying up. Nick was pleased with how the class had gone, it could well have went crazily bad. There couldn’t be too long left till the end of class, what did he have next….?
by Aminia Lestrange Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:57 pm
