Potions, Partners, and Pink hair. Pv Mamori Anezaki Closed

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POTIONS CLASS
2024-09-22
@Oakleigh Bell

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Mamori glanced at the potions setup, feeling somewhat out of his element. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of making something cool, but the precision needed for potions wasn’t really his strong suit. He glanced around the room, noticing how he once again didn’t get grouped with his usual Hufflepuff friends. But then again, it was a new opportunity — maybe a chance to interact with someone he wasn’t familiar with yet. He recognized the Ravenclaw girl standing next to him. He was good with faces, and although they hadn’t crossed paths before, he remembered seeing her in a couple of his other classes. When names were called out to form groups, he had already caught her name — Oakleigh. Now, standing beside her in this first-year Potions class, they were assigned to brew a simple Herbicide Potion. "Oh, thanks!" Mamori replies, running a hand through his pink hair when she compliments it. "I thought I'd do something fun before school started. I’ve always had pretty plain hair, so why not make it pop? Plus, its kind of hard to go unnoticed with this color!" Her accent is one that brings a smile to his face. Being half Scottish himself, he didn’t find it hard to understand, although it took him a second to piece together what she had said. "Yeah, I’ve seen you in a couple of classes," he added casually. "I’m Mamori." Even though he already knew her name, it felt right to introduce himself now that they were working together. He glanced over at the cauldron and the ingredients laid out, then smile at the Ravenclaw girl. "Do you wanna take the lead? You seem pretty good at this." In truth, he wasn’t entirely sure if Oakleigh was good at potions, but he definitely didn’t want to be the one in charge and risk making their cauldron explode.

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OOC Note: Reducio Hey, sorry I didn’t notice this earlier, but I just realized that September 22nd 2024 is actually a Sunday, and we normally don’t have classes IC on Sundays. Should we maybe change it to September 23rd instead?

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Oakleigh smiled at his name. However, his slight mixed accent with the Japanese name made her curious. She had to ask.

"Are ye Japanese and Scottish? The name and the mix of those accents just made me curious."

She enjoyed his answer, doing something to start the school year with a bang! She would do that if her mother would've let her dye her hair. Alas, her mother wouldn't let her. She probably would've gone with pink too.

"It would be hard to go unseen wit' that. I suspo'e yeez did wan'ta be seen if ye chose that colour." She laughed lightheartedly.

She grabbed a ladle and looked at the potion directions. "Aye can start the potion. Aye think aye know how to do this." She pursed her lips inward, making a popping sound once she stopped. "I'll start chopping [insert-here]. You can start chopping [insert-here]." She handed him the correct chopping knife, handle end towards him. Her parents always taught proper knife saftey. Along with other muggle 'weapons'. She might need it. Once he took the knife she handed him, she grabbed the correct chopping one, working carefully on the ingredient. Her fingers were turned back, her knuckles holding the ingredient. A saftey method she was also taught. She was so careful to make sure she wasn't going to hurt herself or anyone else.

Her family was prided in saftey. It was pretty ironic however. Her mom sometimes worked with dangerous or angry magical beasts, her dad was head of the magical law department, her older brother was a dragon trainer (in training), and her younger brother was always jumping off of things and getting hurt. Oakleigh, to be fair, was a scardy-cat. She always stuck to what she knew was safe, nothing less, nothing more.

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Notes: Reducio Yeah, we can change it. Slang: Self explanitory.

Date: Reducio Sept 23rd, 2024

Mentions: Reducio @Mamori Anezaki

word count: 297/200

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POTIONS CLASS
2024-09-23
@Oakleigh Bell

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Mamori was caught off guard by Oakleigh's question, but it amused him. He didn’t think of his accent as particularly Scottish, at least not in the heavy way his mother's was. Still, it was kind of cool that she noticed. "Yeah, you’re right, actually. My dad’s Japanese and my mom’s Scottish, but all my granddad’s side of the family were English. I never really thought my Scottish side showed much in how I talk, but it’s interesting that you picked up on it." Mamori’s eyes flicked back to the potion instructions, his mind running in circles as Oakleigh confidently began chopping the lionfish spines. He wasn't entirely sure whether she’d noticed the procedure specifically called for using a mortar and pestle instead, but the last thing he wanted was to embarrass her by pointing it out directly. Perhaps she had her own approach, cutting the spines into smaller pieces to make them easier to crush later. His eyes fixed on the page as he spoke cautiously, "Actually, I’ll add the purified water to the cauldron. It’s probably best if I handle that part." As he moved toward the cauldron, an idea slipped into his thoughts. Perhaps a nudge in the right direction wouldn't hurt. He bent down to pick up the cauldron, its weight resting comfortably in his grip, and as he straightened, he subtly pushed the mortar and pestle toward her, almost like an afterthought. The motion was casual enough, but intentional, hoping that she might glance at the tools and realize if she was heading down the wrong path ᅳ without him needing to say it aloud.

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OOC Note: Reducio The procedure for brewing Herbicide can be found here: [Link]

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"Oi, thank." She said as she grabbed the morter and pestle. She put the chopped Lionfish spines into it, grinding them up.

She hoped she had played it off cool. She had forgotten which exact potion they were doing. Geez. At least what she was doing wasn't too off from the real thing. She took a moment to crush it up, making sure it was in a rough powder. Once she did, she grabbed an iron scale to measure out the standard ingredient into the morter. Once it was placed, she crushed it up. As soon as she was content with the roughness of the powder, she cleaned off the pestle and the area, making sure it was clean as can be.

"I'm good at hearing accents, no matter how faint it is. An odd trait." She chuckled, a slight snort making her nose scrunch up.

"Is the water heated up yet?" She asked, peeking over at him. He actually seemed to know what he was doing. Hopefully he didn't think she was stupid and not worth the ravenclaw status and- Okay, cutting it off. She calmed herself, not to let her mind wander and stress out about the small stuff. No matter why she was placed into the Eagles, she just was.

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Notes: Reducio Sorry it's shorter, I didn't have much to go off. In my brain at least.

Date: Reducio Sept 23, 2024

Mentions: Reducio Mamori Anezaki

word count: 213/200

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POTIONS CLASS
2024-09-23
@Oakleigh Bell

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Watching as Oakleigh took the mortar and pestle, Mamori felt a small wave of relief when she began crushing the lionfish spines. Good. He hadn’t needed to say anything directly, and it seemed like she caught on without making things awkward between them. He turned back to the cauldron, measuring out the purified water as she continued working on turning the materials into powder, watching as the liquid swirled in, almost hypnotic against the flickering flames beneath. He shot her a playful wink at her comment about accents. "You have a very sharp ear. That's a skill you might actually be able to use one day — being able to pierce a disguise, you know? Like something out of the newspaper stories about Aurors and Hit Wizards chasing down criminals." He stirred the water gently, waiting for it to heat up, the soft bubbling rising gradually as it reached the right temperature. Mamori glanced at the instructions again as Oakleigh asked about the water, his gaze landing on the next step. "It’s heated," he confirmed, stirring it one last time before stepping back slightly. "But, uh, now it says we have to leave it to brew for 45, 51, or 60 minutes… depending on the cauldron size." Rubbing the back of his neck with a faintly apologetic grin, he continued, "Honestly, I have no idea what size this cauldron is. For previous classes, I’ve always used my partner’s, and this is my first time using my own, so... I don’t really know how long we’re supposed to let it brew." He glanced at her then shrugged slightly. "Should we just ask the professor, or guess and hope for the best?"

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