Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | Voila!
Potion | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian, Standard Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay:
The dreams were getting to Colin. He'd had them before, but nowhere near this bad. They attacked him in the night, and he was seeing them in the daytime now as well. He'd thought about what he could do about it. He couldn't fight them off all the time --- he was becoming exhausted! A thought came to him recently: sometimes, perhaps, it was just better to forget.
And so it was Colin found himself in the deep dungeons, trying his wand and hand at potioneering again.
His battered potions book lay open to the relevant page. He tipped out his cauldron full of ingredients onto the wooden table. There was a vial of Lethe River water, some valerian, some dubious looking mistletoe berries and a box of Mungo's Favourite standard ingredient. Fortunately this potion was pretty straight forward. He should be able to do this without blowing anything up!
Colin got everything arranged: cauldron on heater; mortar and pestle nearby; wand on the table and the ingredients all lined up. He checked the recipe and started with pouring two drops of Lethe water into his cauldron. As that began to heat, he dropped two valerian sprigs into the water. Counting to twenty, he stirred thrice, clockwise.
Colin waved his wand over the cauldron.
He now had to wait an hour whilst that brewed. He set his open pocket watch on his potions book and waited, crouched on the chair. Colin thought of nothing. When the time had passed, he began the next part. Dropping two measures of standard ingredient and four mistletoe berries into his mortar, he crushed the lot into a fine powder.
The mixture in his cauldron was brewing without too much trouble. So two pinches of the powder went into the water. He stirred that around five times anticlockwise and finished off by waving his wand. Colin let out a breath as he decanted the finished potion into a couple different vials.
Hopefully this would work!
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
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Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | 
Potion 1 | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian Sprigs, Standard Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay (200 words min) | 346/200
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion 2 | Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
Ingredients required | Fire Seed, Chizpurfle Carapace, Billywig Sting, Graphorn Horn
Roleplay (200 words min) | 561/200
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion 1 | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian Sprigs, Standard Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay (200 words min) | 346/200
Reducio
There was something inherently soothing about potion making. Unlike other magical disciplines - in Bex's experience, at least - potioneering was precise with a fundamental logical sense attached to it. A + B = C. Follow the steps as they're written, and you'll be just fine.
Potion quality, however, required experimentation and practice, with how you prepared your ingredients playing a huge role in the final result. This was a form of revising she didn't mind, at least, as hands-on had always been her most effective type of learning. The Forgetfulness Potion that she'd brewed in class earlier this week had been technically correct, but not as well-brewed as some of the others in her class. As such, she'd come in during one of her free periods to take another shot at it.
Opening up her vial of Lethe River Water, she carefully added two drops to her cauldron before bringing it to a low heat. She waited for 20 seconds, counting carefully to herself out loud, before adding two Valerian Sprigs to the quickly heating water. She stirred the simple mixture clockwise three times before waving her wand over the cauldron. If only all magic could be so easy as just quietly waving your wand.
She let the potion simmer for 50 minutes, using the time to catch up on some other homework, as well as prepare the mistletoe berries, adding four of them to her mortar and crushing them into a medium-fine powder, before returning to the potion. She added two measures of Standard Ingredient, as well as two pinches of the mistletoe berry powder she'd prepared in advance, before stirring the now actually potion-looking potion five times, counterclockwise.
She waved her wand over the mixture, and, judging the potion complete, turned off the heat. Once the potion had cooled, she bottled it and observed her results. Satisfied that she'd achieved a potion of significantly higher quality than the first one she'd made, she packed up the potion and her remaining supplies, ready to spend the rest of her evening flying as high and as fast as possible.
Potion quality, however, required experimentation and practice, with how you prepared your ingredients playing a huge role in the final result. This was a form of revising she didn't mind, at least, as hands-on had always been her most effective type of learning. The Forgetfulness Potion that she'd brewed in class earlier this week had been technically correct, but not as well-brewed as some of the others in her class. As such, she'd come in during one of her free periods to take another shot at it.
Opening up her vial of Lethe River Water, she carefully added two drops to her cauldron before bringing it to a low heat. She waited for 20 seconds, counting carefully to herself out loud, before adding two Valerian Sprigs to the quickly heating water. She stirred the simple mixture clockwise three times before waving her wand over the cauldron. If only all magic could be so easy as just quietly waving your wand.
She let the potion simmer for 50 minutes, using the time to catch up on some other homework, as well as prepare the mistletoe berries, adding four of them to her mortar and crushing them into a medium-fine powder, before returning to the potion. She added two measures of Standard Ingredient, as well as two pinches of the mistletoe berry powder she'd prepared in advance, before stirring the now actually potion-looking potion five times, counterclockwise.
She waved her wand over the mixture, and, judging the potion complete, turned off the heat. Once the potion had cooled, she bottled it and observed her results. Satisfied that she'd achieved a potion of significantly higher quality than the first one she'd made, she packed up the potion and her remaining supplies, ready to spend the rest of her evening flying as high and as fast as possible.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion 2 | Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
Ingredients required | Fire Seed, Chizpurfle Carapace, Billywig Sting, Graphorn Horn
Roleplay (200 words min) | 561/200
Reducio
It was embarrassing how afraid she was, after the ball. She hadn't even been the one in danger. There was no reason for the nightmares, the jumping at shadows, or the pressing desire to follow Pericles around the castle like a wraith. She'd spent the whole year anxious - if about things that felt far simpler in retrospect, like her family and her grades - so she had a system in place to deal with it. Keep moving, keep doing, don't allow yourself time to stop and think.
She'd woken from fitful sleep with panic attempting to claw it's way out of her body, urgent enough that she'd seriously considered braving the angry storm outside to run beater drills for a few hours. Instead she'd brought herself down to the Potions classroom, mostly empty on a Saturday outside of a handful of other students looking to augment their own potions supplies, and got herself to work. There was a orderly repetition to potion making that soothed her, even if the potion took far longer than it would have with steady hands.
There was no potion to prevent stabbing of course, though it was tempting to dedicate her life to inventing one. There were thousands of ways to be in danger, though, and the idea of trying to be prepared for all of them was debilitating. If the fear was too large to hold onto with two hands, break it down, focus on something smaller. So she began the prep-work for the Antidote to Uncommon Poisons.
Placing two fire seeds into her mortar, she crushed them with her pestle, having to stop and repeat the process a second time when she did so a bit too forcefully, and she had to discard the first attempt, some of which was on the floor. Once they were satisfactorily crushed, she added the pieces to her cauldron. She then broke open three chizpurfle carapaces and plopped them in with the seeds. She stirred the strange mixture counter-clockwise three times, trying to sync her breathing with the stirring. This was always the oddest part of potion making to her, the part where it wasn't quite a liquid yet and you were kind of just shuffling things around, like a child playing with sticks and rocks in the garden.
She crushed two billywig stings into a fine powder using her mortar and pestle, adding it to the cauldron before stirring twice more, clockwise. Normally during the waiting process for potions she worked on homework or doodled to pass the time, but she felt too restless and dithery to sit still for that long, so after waving her wand over the mixture and preparing the fire to leave it at a low heat, she left the Potions rooms to prowl about the castle until it was time for the second stage.
After around forty minutes, she returned, feeling a bit more settled than she had when she left. She added three measures of powdered graphorn horn to the mixture, before cranking up the heat to boil it for twenty seconds. She then quickly cut the heat entirely, and stirred three times, clockwise, before waving her wand over the now completed potion. Once she deemed it a success, she waited just long enough for it to cool before bottling it up and leaving the classroom, in search of her next distraction.
She'd woken from fitful sleep with panic attempting to claw it's way out of her body, urgent enough that she'd seriously considered braving the angry storm outside to run beater drills for a few hours. Instead she'd brought herself down to the Potions classroom, mostly empty on a Saturday outside of a handful of other students looking to augment their own potions supplies, and got herself to work. There was a orderly repetition to potion making that soothed her, even if the potion took far longer than it would have with steady hands.
There was no potion to prevent stabbing of course, though it was tempting to dedicate her life to inventing one. There were thousands of ways to be in danger, though, and the idea of trying to be prepared for all of them was debilitating. If the fear was too large to hold onto with two hands, break it down, focus on something smaller. So she began the prep-work for the Antidote to Uncommon Poisons.
Placing two fire seeds into her mortar, she crushed them with her pestle, having to stop and repeat the process a second time when she did so a bit too forcefully, and she had to discard the first attempt, some of which was on the floor. Once they were satisfactorily crushed, she added the pieces to her cauldron. She then broke open three chizpurfle carapaces and plopped them in with the seeds. She stirred the strange mixture counter-clockwise three times, trying to sync her breathing with the stirring. This was always the oddest part of potion making to her, the part where it wasn't quite a liquid yet and you were kind of just shuffling things around, like a child playing with sticks and rocks in the garden.
She crushed two billywig stings into a fine powder using her mortar and pestle, adding it to the cauldron before stirring twice more, clockwise. Normally during the waiting process for potions she worked on homework or doodled to pass the time, but she felt too restless and dithery to sit still for that long, so after waving her wand over the mixture and preparing the fire to leave it at a low heat, she left the Potions rooms to prowl about the castle until it was time for the second stage.
After around forty minutes, she returned, feeling a bit more settled than she had when she left. She added three measures of powdered graphorn horn to the mixture, before cranking up the heat to boil it for twenty seconds. She then quickly cut the heat entirely, and stirred three times, clockwise, before waving her wand over the now completed potion. Once she deemed it a success, she waited just long enough for it to cool before bottling it up and leaving the classroom, in search of her next distraction.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | ooo so scary what could she be brewing
Potion | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian Sprigs, Standard Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay (200 words min) |
ReducioThat was the way he had looked at her.
What an idiot she had been. Obviously it wasn't going to work, she had spent time and time again trying to convince herself that the unease she was feeling was butterflies in her stomach. Trying to convince herself that he hadn't been distancing himself. But there it was, that look, that smile.
What an idiot she had been.
Ingredients and supplies sloppily thrown into her bag, June made the short trip to the potions classroom. This wouldn't erase the memory of her stupidity, but it would certainly relieve it, even if just for a moment.
She uncorked her bottle of Lethe River Water, adding 2 drops to her empty cauldron. She heated it up, counting to 20 in her mind, then adding 2 sprigs of Valerian to the water.
One, two, three clockwise stirs, then a wave of her wand. Possibly the worst part of brewing potions was just how long it took. June left her potion to brew, deciding to take a walk down the hallways for a moment. All she could see was the glances, the hand holding, the small giggles, the whispers of rumors.
It was a short walk. June spent the rest of the hour the potion needed to brew preparing the rest of the ingredients. She added 2 measures of Standard Ingredient and 4 mistletoe berries to a mortar, crushing them into a medium-fine powder using the pestle. Perhaps she did it a bit too much, but it sure was cathartic to crush ingredients in the stone bowl. After adding 2 pinches of the powder to her cauldron, she stirred 5 times anti-clockwise, and waved her wand over the potion.
Bottoms up.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
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Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | back at it again
Potion | Antidote to Common Poisons
Ingredients required | Bezoar, Standard Ingredient, Unicorn Horn, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay (200 words min) | 396/200
ReducioReleasing a breath as she surveys the counter before her, Avery mentally catalogues the ingredients set out one more time. Never hurts to be certain. Turning to the textbook set off to the side of the workspace, she takes another moment to skim the directions. She slides the mortar and pestle before her and plucks the Bezoar from the assortment of ingredients. Depositing it in the stone container, she makes quick work of crushing the mass into as fine a powder as she can manage, standing on her tiptoes to ensure she is able to push down with as much weight as possible to expedite.
It's only once she is satisfied that she doles out 4 measures of the powdered Bezoar into her nearby cauldron, quickly following it up with 2 measures of Standard Ingredient that she already had prepared. Peering into the budding concoction for but a moment, Avery moves to grab her wand before adjusting the heat towards the mid range. Audibly counting to 5 beneath her breath, she lifts her wand at the 5 second mark and waves it overtop the cauldron. The 2nd year pauses for a moment, staring in anticipation as if waiting for some negative reaction to the motion. A sigh of relief is released when the fear proves unfounded. Consulting the book once more, she stares at the instruction to leave it brewing for another 30-40 minutes. While not typically known to be impatient, the wait that accompanied brewing as took some of the air out of her sails.
Resolving to, begrudgingly, work on some Herbology homework she'd dragged along to the endeavor, Avery keeps a close eye on both the time and the bubbling brew as she tries to pass the time. She lasts as long as she can manage, staring at the piece of unicorn horn in slight wonder before finally moving to add the pinch around the 35 minute mark. Taking up the nearby ladle she carefully stirs the brew clockwise twice, using her free hand to gather up 2 mistletoe berries and plopping them in once the second stir is complete. Reversing the motion, she stirs them further in with two counter-clockwise laps of the ladle. Setting it aside, she takes hold of her wand once more and gives a final wave above the cauldron. As she peers into the cauldron, a grin slowly spreads.Potion | Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
Ingredients required | Fire Seeds, Chizpurfle Carapaces, Billywig Stings, Powdered Graphorn Horn
Roleplay (200 words min) | 355/200
ReducioRubbing at tired eyes, Avery only just manages to hold back a yawn as she arranges her cauldron and the gathered ingredients haphazardly on the counter. She takes a moment to stretch in place to ease out the ache in her limbs. Brewing after a rough day of practice and not enough sleep was not likely the best of combinations, but she was trying to keep to at least some semblance of a schedule. Lots to do, not much time. At least moderately confident she won't doze off in the middle of the brew, the 2nd year drags the mortar and pestle before her and adds 2 Fire Seeds. She is quick to crush both seeds with the pestle, grinding down until they crack open before adding them to the cauldron.
Dragging the Chizpurfle carapaces before her, Avery carefully splits all 3 down the center before they join the seeds within the cauldron. She places the ladle into the budding concoction and looks to her notes, slowly stirring counter-clockwise 5 times. Brushing out the remains of the seeds from the mortar, she is careful to place the 2 Billywig Stings within. She grinds them down into a fine powder, the scraping of stone on stone filling the room for the brief moment. Dumping the powdered stings into the cauldron, the Hufflepuff stirs twice more in a clockwise motion. She palms her wand and gives a fluid wave above the concoction. Dreading what is to come next, she sets the heat to low and steps back for the time being.
The next 45 minutes are spent in a mixture of pacing and reading from Quidditch Through The Ages, prepping ingredients, and close calls involving dozing off. When she's satisfied with the length of time, she adds the already powdered Graphorn horn in 3 measures. Grabbing some mitts, she cranks the heat up to high and quietly counts out the next 20 seconds aloud. On 20, she shifts the cauldron off of the heat and stirs 3 more times clockwise. With one final wave of her wand above the potion, Avery lets out a sigh of relief.Potion | Burn Healing Paste
Ingredients required | Murtlap Tentacles, Seaweed, Jar of Honey, Flobberworm Mucus, Dittany
Roleplay (200 words min) | 390/200
ReducioIf there was one thing that was certain, it was the brutality of broom racing. Even after time spent with the team and the sport itself, the obstacles that the racers, who were children mind you, never ceased to surprise. After the latest run in with a series of fire related challenges, she figured the least she could do was stock the team up with a few supplies to help with first aid. Which is precisely how she found herself spending her Sunday morning, arranging ingredients and setting up her cauldron.
Tossing 3 of the Murtlap tentacles immediately into the cauldron, Avery proceeds to carefully chop the strand of seaweed as fine as possible before she scoops the pieces into the mortar. Grinding the seaweed into a thick paste, she's quick to measure out 4 spoonfuls to dump into the cauldron. The 2nd year uses her ladle to stir clockwise 3 times, reading ahead in her notes all the while. Pouting, she quickly sets the ladle aside before turning the heat up to a high temperature and giving a wand wave above the mixture. The next 30 minutes are spent imagining every wild obstacle the wizarding world might try and throw at racers in the name of entertainment and competition. The thought of a dragon draws a shudder. She wouldn't put it past them.
Turning the heat off once more, Avery scoops up a nearby jar before carefully scraping out an entire jar of honey into the bubbling mix. The ladle returns to the cauldron as she fights the thick mixture to stir clockwise twice. Measuring out the Flobberworm mucus into 2 measures, she sets it aside before turning the heat back on low. At the 10 second mark, she quickly adds the measures of mucus to the cauldron. With one hand ready to adjust the heat at a moments notice, the other remains occupied stirring clockwise in slow motions as she watches the brew thicken within the cauldron. Once satisfied, she turns the heat off and proceeds to what she can only describe as garnishing the potion with a sprig of dittany. She watches it sink slowly into the mixture before waving her wand overtop the cauldron. Retrieving the empty jar stationed nearby, Avery carefully scrapes the potion into the container before closing it off with a satisfying pop.Potion | Cure for Boils
Ingredients required | Snake Fangs, Horned Slugs, Porcupine Quills
Roleplay (200 words min) | 225/200
ReducioIn a rare moment of free time, Avery once more found herself setting out her brewing implements. Despite her grumbling during the waiting periods involved with brewing potions, the Hufflepuff found a surprising amount of enjoyment in seeing the fruition of the work after all was said and done. Doling out the ingredients in separate piles, she carefully counts out 6 of the snake fangs and deposits them into the mortar. Trying not to question the bizarre nature or possible harvesting methods of the majority of ingredients, the fangs are promptly crushed into a fine powder within the mortar. Gathering 4 measures of the powdered fangs, each is added to the cauldron.
Placing a thermometer in the cauldron, she adjusts the heat until she gets it to hold at 250 for no more than 10 seconds before waving her wand above the brew. She allows the potion to continue brewing for another 40 minutes while she works on a Transfiguration essay that makes it feel like her brain is melting. There's nothing but relief when she moves to add 4 of the horned slugs to the boiling cauldron. Removing it from the flames, 2 porcupine quills are tossed into the mix. With her ladle, Avery stirs the brew clockwise another 5 times. And with a final wave of her wand, a satisfied smirk breaks free.
Approved x4, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | potions are super cool
Potion | Revive Potion
Ingredients required | Murtlap Tentacles, Spines of Lionfish, Salt, Essence of Wormwood, Dittany
Roleplay (200 words min) |
ReducioTick. Tick. Tick.
June's wristwatch counted the passing seconds, the sound seeming to echo in the empty room. Focus can often amplify small things, as the watch was hardly audible in actuality.
She'd failed to brew this potion every time she'd tried in class. Every. Time.
It was late, curfew was likely creeping up on her. She'd been here for hours already, working through supper, trying to finally get this right. Spilled failed potions were dripping off of the table onto the floor, piles of ingredients littering June's workstation. This was it, this had to be it.
June filled her cauldron with purified water for what genuinely may have been the twentieth time that day. She cut up 3 murtlap tentacles and added them to the cauldron.
Five minutes. Wait five minutes.
June stared at her watch as she ground her three lionfish spines into a coarse powder, adding them to the cauldron the second 5 minutes had passed.
Two measures of salt, then stir three times counterclo-
June stared at her instructions as her silly idiotic mistake came crashing down on her. Anger burned inside her, needing to get out. She whipped her head around, searching for something, anything. Her eyes landed on her enchanted satchel.
She sure hoped it was soundproof.
Without a second thought, she shoved her head inside the bag, closed her eyes, and screamed.
June smoothed out her hair as she pulled herself back into the real world.
Stirring three times CLOCKWISE, June then added five drops of Essence of Wormwood to her mix.
One sprig of Dittany, a wave of her wand, and it finally looked right. But June certainly didn't feel victorious or accomplished as she poured the potion into vials. No, she felt a pang in her heart that perhaps her greatest fears would become reality.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | here
Potion | Forgetfulness potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River water, valerian, standard ingredient, mistletoe berries
Roleplay (200 words min) |
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion | Forgetfulness potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River water, valerian, standard ingredient, mistletoe berries
Roleplay (200 words min) |
Reducio
It was fair to say that Matilde was not very good at potions. It was a bit of a sore subject for her because her mother was a avid potion maker and even experimenter. It was early April, and Matilde was getting desperate. Her grade was teetering on the edge of an A, an aceptable. She wasn’t really a perfectionist, and would probably settle for an E in one of her not as good subjects, but aceptable wasn’t good enough. She didn’t know what else to do to get better but practice. So she headed down to the potions room one Saturday to take another shot at the forgetfulness potion. Last time she had attempted it, it had gone horribly wrong. She wasn’t exactly sure how, but she suspected it could be that she had brewed it for 45 to 60 seconds, instead of minutes! She was confident she could get it right this time, she just needed to focus.
Matilde set her cauldron and ingredients on top of her desk and got to work. She hummed softly as she added two drops of River Lethe water to her cauldron. She heated to mixture, carefully counting the twenty seconds under her breath. Then she added the three valerian sprigs, and stirred three times clockwise. Then she waved her wand over the top. Glancing up at the clock, she tracked in her head what would be about 45 to 60 minutes. Then she settled down to doing a little reading as she waiting, being careful to check the clock every five or ten minutes. At about the 40 minute mark, Matilde realized that she could probably complete the next step while she was waiting. She added two measures of standard ingredient and four mistletoe berries to her mortar and crushed them into a medium fine powder. When she deemed the cauldron had cooked for long enough, she added two pinches of the powder. Finally, she stirred five times counter clockwise and waved her wand of the potion one last time. Matilde carefully peered inside her cauldron. She grinned widely when the mixture appeared a satisfactory red color. The girl turned off the heat. She carefully poured her potion into an empty glass phial. She wasn’t sure what she would possibly need this potion for in the future. She supposed it was always useful to have a few potions lying around, if only just in case.
It was fair to say that Matilde was not very good at potions. It was a bit of a sore subject for her because her mother was a avid potion maker and even experimenter. It was early April, and Matilde was getting desperate. Her grade was teetering on the edge of an A, an aceptable. She wasn’t really a perfectionist, and would probably settle for an E in one of her not as good subjects, but aceptable wasn’t good enough. She didn’t know what else to do to get better but practice. So she headed down to the potions room one Saturday to take another shot at the forgetfulness potion. Last time she had attempted it, it had gone horribly wrong. She wasn’t exactly sure how, but she suspected it could be that she had brewed it for 45 to 60 seconds, instead of minutes! She was confident she could get it right this time, she just needed to focus.
Matilde set her cauldron and ingredients on top of her desk and got to work. She hummed softly as she added two drops of River Lethe water to her cauldron. She heated to mixture, carefully counting the twenty seconds under her breath. Then she added the three valerian sprigs, and stirred three times clockwise. Then she waved her wand over the top. Glancing up at the clock, she tracked in her head what would be about 45 to 60 minutes. Then she settled down to doing a little reading as she waiting, being careful to check the clock every five or ten minutes. At about the 40 minute mark, Matilde realized that she could probably complete the next step while she was waiting. She added two measures of standard ingredient and four mistletoe berries to her mortar and crushed them into a medium fine powder. When she deemed the cauldron had cooked for long enough, she added two pinches of the powder. Finally, she stirred five times counter clockwise and waved her wand of the potion one last time. Matilde carefully peered inside her cauldron. She grinned widely when the mixture appeared a satisfactory red color. The girl turned off the heat. She carefully poured her potion into an empty glass phial. She wasn’t sure what she would possibly need this potion for in the future. She supposed it was always useful to have a few potions lying around, if only just in case.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
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Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | why does she need forgetfulness potion? glad you asked
Potion | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian, Standart Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay | 308/200
Potion | Forgetfulness Potion
Ingredients required | Lethe River Water, Valerian, Standart Ingredient, Mistletoe Berries
Roleplay | 308/200
Reducio
Potions was not her favorite class, nor was it her worst. Astra thought if she paid more attention she'd probably be really good. Just as with everything, practice was key.
Setting up her cauldron on her dorm room floor, Astra cracked her knuckles and flipped open her potions textbook. The Forgetfulness Potion. An intriguing and fun potion she remembered well. Simple, though a little long, it was a good start. Hermes tilted his head curiously from atop her book shelf, watching her with his bright golden green eyes. She tugged on her gloves and got to work.
Uncorking the phial of Lethe River Water, she let two drops fall into the cauldron.. She then carefully brought it to a gentle heat for twenty seconds. Taking her cauldron away from the heat, she plucked two sprigs of Valerian from the plant she held, dropping them into the warm water. Around she stirred, thrice in a clockwise direction.
A flourished wave of the wand, and then the hour-long brew. While she waited, one eye on the clock, Astra ground up two measures of standard ingredient and four mistletoe berries until they were a medium-fine texture.
Hermes yowled at the thirty minute mark. He was stuck. Astra was brewing right in his usual landing spot. "Oh, goodness, I'm sorry lad," she said, scrambling to resolve his situation. For another half hour, she busied herself with the cat until he was tired of chasing toys and she realized it was time to add the powder.
Twice, pinched fingers carrying the standard-mistletoe mixture hovered over the cauldron and released the powder like snowfall. Five stirs counterclockwise and a wand wave later, Astra poured the red potion into two empty phials, quite satisfied and ridiculously pleased with herself.
Setting up her cauldron on her dorm room floor, Astra cracked her knuckles and flipped open her potions textbook. The Forgetfulness Potion. An intriguing and fun potion she remembered well. Simple, though a little long, it was a good start. Hermes tilted his head curiously from atop her book shelf, watching her with his bright golden green eyes. She tugged on her gloves and got to work.
Uncorking the phial of Lethe River Water, she let two drops fall into the cauldron.. She then carefully brought it to a gentle heat for twenty seconds. Taking her cauldron away from the heat, she plucked two sprigs of Valerian from the plant she held, dropping them into the warm water. Around she stirred, thrice in a clockwise direction.
A flourished wave of the wand, and then the hour-long brew. While she waited, one eye on the clock, Astra ground up two measures of standard ingredient and four mistletoe berries until they were a medium-fine texture.
Hermes yowled at the thirty minute mark. He was stuck. Astra was brewing right in his usual landing spot. "Oh, goodness, I'm sorry lad," she said, scrambling to resolve his situation. For another half hour, she busied herself with the cat until he was tired of chasing toys and she realized it was time to add the powder.
Twice, pinched fingers carrying the standard-mistletoe mixture hovered over the cauldron and released the powder like snowfall. Five stirs counterclockwise and a wand wave later, Astra poured the red potion into two empty phials, quite satisfied and ridiculously pleased with herself.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | Sabo
Potion | Calming Draught
Ingredients required | Lavender, Chamomile, Crocodile Heart, Peppermint, Standard Ingredient, Poppy Head
Roleplay (200 words min) |
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion | Calming Draught
Ingredients required | Lavender, Chamomile, Crocodile Heart, Peppermint, Standard Ingredient, Poppy Head
Roleplay (200 words min) |
Reducio
This wasn't the first time she'd brewed a Calming Draught since starting her employment at Hogwarts and it wouldn't be the last. It was a bright Spring afternoon, a Sunday, and many of the students had filtered down onto the grounds for some of the bright sunshine. It left the Castle, and her Wing quiet. The way she liked it. Sunday was her usual day for rest. Activities such as a stroll down to Hogsmeade or reading a book in one of the sunny spots of the Hospital Wing would fill her time. But after the most recent sporting events, Dusana had noticed her potions cupboards a little bare. Hence, she was standing at her small workbench inside of her office brewing potions. The ones that wouldn't harm a student, well not intentionally, were here. The ones that were more... darker in nature, were in her sleeping quarters brewing. She didn't wholly trust children not to be stupid and touch something they weren't meant to.
Blonde hair pinned back, apron on, the plump witch moved about the bench working on the potion. She'd already done half the work a little earlier in the day. The crushed the lavender sprigs and chamomile petals. The crocodile heart. The peppermint. It had all been measured carefully and added to the cauldron. Stirred at the correct time. Wand waved. She'd left it to brew for an hour whilst she had had her lunch, enjoying the said sunshine for what she could through the glass panes of the Hospital Wing. She'd also checked in with her assistants that any of her patients were alright. Once that had been taken care of, she'd come back to the cauldron.
Reducing the heat to low, she added in two measures of standard ingredient from her stock and stirred clockwise three times. Next went in the poppy head powder, grounded up. Flicking her wand, she blasted the heat up, the orange flame glowing over her pale skin like instant wildfire. Snuffed out entirely as she turned off the heat, her skin returning to normal as she stirred three times clockwise and waved her wand. Satisfied with the potion, she gathered it into vials. Hopefully she wouldn't need to replenish her stock soon, but then again, it was Hogwarts.
379/200
Blonde hair pinned back, apron on, the plump witch moved about the bench working on the potion. She'd already done half the work a little earlier in the day. The crushed the lavender sprigs and chamomile petals. The crocodile heart. The peppermint. It had all been measured carefully and added to the cauldron. Stirred at the correct time. Wand waved. She'd left it to brew for an hour whilst she had had her lunch, enjoying the said sunshine for what she could through the glass panes of the Hospital Wing. She'd also checked in with her assistants that any of her patients were alright. Once that had been taken care of, she'd come back to the cauldron.
Reducing the heat to low, she added in two measures of standard ingredient from her stock and stirred clockwise three times. Next went in the poppy head powder, grounded up. Flicking her wand, she blasted the heat up, the orange flame glowing over her pale skin like instant wildfire. Snuffed out entirely as she turned off the heat, her skin returning to normal as she stirred three times clockwise and waved her wand. Satisfied with the potion, she gathered it into vials. Hopefully she wouldn't need to replenish her stock soon, but then again, it was Hogwarts.
379/200
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | Sabo
Potion | Garish Pink Poison
Ingredients required | Copper Cauldron, Aconite, Acromantula venom, Belladonna berries, Cherries, Doxy venom, Moonseed seeds, Syrup of Hellebore
Roleplay (200 words min) |
18th February 2024
Dusana stood huddled over her private workbench. This one was located in her sleeping quarters. It was where she concocted her more dangerous potions. Ones she didn't want young impressionable eleven year olds to get their sticky hands onto. It was a few weeks after the break in and being blinded by some little fool. Just remembering the incident made her grip the knife in her hand a little harder. She'd been twitchy ever since it happened. Did they all think she was a monster? Because of her being a parseltongue? Or something else entirely. Secrets and whispers floated down the corridors on the regular, she'd noticed.
She would like to tell any impressionable child that came to her that you outgrew your scars, but it wasn't true. You just learned to deal with them better. Being here back at Hogwarts was both a blessing and a curse. She loved that she was able to attend to patients regualrly, but sometimes it was like she was reliving some of her harder years again and again.
Point in case, the attacking last month. It was why, every Sunday when she checked her stock and did a few administrative tasks that she'd decided to be ready. It was a quiet afternoon in the Hospital Wing. Not too many little ones had fallen off a broom, or got their hand burnt by Meabh's poor supervision skills. She'd decided to take the opportunity to be ready. Potion making, being prepared, settled her nerves. And this one would be good. If one pesky attacker thought she was 'mad', she'd give them mad. She'd make them so.
Eyeing the four cauldrons in front of her, she set to work. Into the first went the chopped aconite onto a medium heat. She dropped in five drops of doxy venom, the 22 seconds in between each carefully counted. Once that was done, she stirred twice clockwise and a third anti-clockwise, finishing off the move with a wave of her wand.
The second cauldron was next. The cherries had already been depipped and the pips crushed with the moonseed seeds yesterday during a particularly boring Saturday sitting at her desk. She added them into the second cauldron. Unstoppering her acromantula venom she added three drops and then stirred twice anti-clockwise. She dropped another of the venom in and stirred again, this time three times clockwise. Adding in the rest of the drops required, she waved her wand, completing the second stage.
The third was a little easier. No counting needed. Readjusting the gloves she had on, she tipped the hollow cherries and belladonna berries into a clean mortar and squashed them to a pulp. Checking to make sure she set the correct temperature, Dusana then added some syrup of hellebore. Whilst stirring it, she added the pulp, careful to make sure it didn't touch her skin. She didn't need to take take a poison antidote anytime soon, thank you very much. Once the pulp was added and stirred through the syrup, she turned off the heat and waved her wand. Now onto the fun part of mixing!
By this time, the sun was starting to swing lower in the sky. Long shadows danced around her bedroom, and she stretched her aching back. Hopefully nothing too bad had happened in the Wing proper. Grabbing the fourth and last cauldron, her special copper one, she put it onto a low heat. She removed her gloves, and sighed at the relief to her chafed hands. She needed to get new gloves next time she was in Hogsmeade. Carefully picking up the first cauldron, she tipped about half into the copper cauldron. Next went in the entirety of the second cauldron. And then half of the third. Bac to the first. In went the rest of the first and then the third. Dusana eyed it off, picking up a clean ladle and stirred it twice clockwise. She waved her wand over the cauldron and watched as it formed a bright bubbly pink concoction. Perfect.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion | Garish Pink Poison
Ingredients required | Copper Cauldron, Aconite, Acromantula venom, Belladonna berries, Cherries, Doxy venom, Moonseed seeds, Syrup of Hellebore
Roleplay (200 words min) |
18th February 2024
Dusana stood huddled over her private workbench. This one was located in her sleeping quarters. It was where she concocted her more dangerous potions. Ones she didn't want young impressionable eleven year olds to get their sticky hands onto. It was a few weeks after the break in and being blinded by some little fool. Just remembering the incident made her grip the knife in her hand a little harder. She'd been twitchy ever since it happened. Did they all think she was a monster? Because of her being a parseltongue? Or something else entirely. Secrets and whispers floated down the corridors on the regular, she'd noticed.
She would like to tell any impressionable child that came to her that you outgrew your scars, but it wasn't true. You just learned to deal with them better. Being here back at Hogwarts was both a blessing and a curse. She loved that she was able to attend to patients regualrly, but sometimes it was like she was reliving some of her harder years again and again.
Point in case, the attacking last month. It was why, every Sunday when she checked her stock and did a few administrative tasks that she'd decided to be ready. It was a quiet afternoon in the Hospital Wing. Not too many little ones had fallen off a broom, or got their hand burnt by Meabh's poor supervision skills. She'd decided to take the opportunity to be ready. Potion making, being prepared, settled her nerves. And this one would be good. If one pesky attacker thought she was 'mad', she'd give them mad. She'd make them so.
Eyeing the four cauldrons in front of her, she set to work. Into the first went the chopped aconite onto a medium heat. She dropped in five drops of doxy venom, the 22 seconds in between each carefully counted. Once that was done, she stirred twice clockwise and a third anti-clockwise, finishing off the move with a wave of her wand.
The second cauldron was next. The cherries had already been depipped and the pips crushed with the moonseed seeds yesterday during a particularly boring Saturday sitting at her desk. She added them into the second cauldron. Unstoppering her acromantula venom she added three drops and then stirred twice anti-clockwise. She dropped another of the venom in and stirred again, this time three times clockwise. Adding in the rest of the drops required, she waved her wand, completing the second stage.
The third was a little easier. No counting needed. Readjusting the gloves she had on, she tipped the hollow cherries and belladonna berries into a clean mortar and squashed them to a pulp. Checking to make sure she set the correct temperature, Dusana then added some syrup of hellebore. Whilst stirring it, she added the pulp, careful to make sure it didn't touch her skin. She didn't need to take take a poison antidote anytime soon, thank you very much. Once the pulp was added and stirred through the syrup, she turned off the heat and waved her wand. Now onto the fun part of mixing!
By this time, the sun was starting to swing lower in the sky. Long shadows danced around her bedroom, and she stretched her aching back. Hopefully nothing too bad had happened in the Wing proper. Grabbing the fourth and last cauldron, her special copper one, she put it onto a low heat. She removed her gloves, and sighed at the relief to her chafed hands. She needed to get new gloves next time she was in Hogsmeade. Carefully picking up the first cauldron, she tipped about half into the copper cauldron. Next went in the entirety of the second cauldron. And then half of the third. Bac to the first. In went the rest of the first and then the third. Dusana eyed it off, picking up a clean ladle and stirred it twice clockwise. She waved her wand over the cauldron and watched as it formed a bright bubbly pink concoction. Perfect.
Approved, Zach Zaphiere
Potion Brewing Form
Encyclopedia Link | all the stars in the sky
Potion | Starry Sky Solution
Ingredients required | star grass, snowdrop, rose, wine, silver powder, dragon blood, unidentified blue powder
Roleplay (200 words min) | 844/200
Reduciodecember 8th, 2023
Eric set up the cauldrons and the ingredients along the bathroom floor as Sereia brought them out of her bag. After a short trip to the apothecary and Dogweed & Deathcap, Sereia insisted that they should have a small project as the holidays came up and jobs started to slow down. The nursery was already dwindling in numbers as parents took their kids on vacations. The ingredients had been somewhat expensive but Sereia was excited to make potions again.
They were making something purely for entertainment rather than practicality. Why make potions when Muggles often had alternatives that were easier and quicker to access? But Muggle projectors were pretty pricey, so making a Starry Sky Solution was going to be a fun bonding activity for the pair.
“Right, what first?” Sereia asked.
Eric was the type to memorise potion-making instructions, so she followed his lead. “Pick all the petals from the roses while I heat up the cauldron.”
“Do you need a tile or is it not going to be that hot?”
Eric shook his head. “Only medium to low heat, so an extra tile underneath the cauldron isn’t important.”
Sereia picked up the three roses and began plucking them off. She hummed a song that had been stuck in her head and swept the petals into a pile on the floor as Eric poured the wine and dragon blood. “Eight ounces each,” he whispered under his breath. He then turned to Sereia with the petals. “Okay, don’t put those in yet. We have to stir the wine and dragon blood first.”
She took the duty of stirring the cauldron in a clockwise direction. Three times, he instructed firmly. He hadn’t told her at what speed, so she just stirred as if she was making soup for them. On the side, he measured the silver powder and blue powder. “One measure of silver powder and two measures of the blue powder.”
Sereia stopped stirring and let him put the powders in. “I wonder where the blue powder is from,” she said, “They labelled it as unidentified blue powder.”
Eric shrugged with a smile. He instructed her to stir in the same direction but six times rather than three. As she did so, he set up the stopwatch and let his finger hover over the ‘Start’ button, waiting for her to finish. Once it was done, he started the timer. “We wait for two minutes.”
The two were vibing to non-existent music as they waited. There was no song to telepathically connect them, but they shimmied and hummed without a care in the world. Once the timer went off (scaring them both as they forgot it), Eric said, “Right, put the petals in now. I need to set another timer for five minutes.”
When the rose petals hit the mixture, the timer started again. Eric asked Sereia if she wanted to chop the star grass which she happily obliged. Of course, chopping one bunch of star grass hardly took any time. So, the pair quickly stood up from the bathroom floor and danced. The timer hadn’t scared them the second time and Sereia put the star grass in.
“Stir three times counter-clockwise,” Eric instructed. Sereia nodded and stirred again. Her arms were beginning to get sore, which she verbally complained about. Eric chuckled. “You’ll have enough time to rest. We have to let it simmer for thirteen minutes after this.”
In the thirteen minutes they needed to wait, they prepared four snow drop stems and sat together reading a book Sereia had borrowed from the library. At the sound of the stopwatch going off, Sereia sat up straight and followed Eric’s instructions. Put the snow drop stems in, turn the heat lower, and wait for about half an hour.
“Thirty-three minutes,” he corrected.
Sereia rolled her eyes with a grin. “Close enough.”
They read more in the bathroom to pass the time. Sereia didn’t remember the potion requiring this much time waiting but she hardly minded. This little project was meant to be for bonding time. She also took the time to throw away the flower stems and store the wine that hadn’t been fully used. Less to clean up for later.
Half an hour and a bit passed and Sereia shuffled over to the cauldron. Before she could scramble around looking for her wand, Eric passed it to her. “Don’t forget this.”
She smiled. Sereia waved her wand and imagined the starry skies she wanted to see in these potions. Constellations of Cassiopeia, Orion, Ursa Major and Minor. Perhaps constellations of the zodiacs, too. She just wanted a dark blanket littered with many stars. Eric already had the vials prepared once she set down her wand and they finished the night transferring the mixture into them.
“Even more waiting to go,” Eric sighed, “It should be good to go in two or three weeks.”
Sereia made a mental count of the days between now and three weeks. Just in time for Christmas, she thought. “Well, it’ll be a good Christmas present when it finishes.”
Status | Approved, Zach Zaphiere
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