Once stirred, twice stirred, three times... a lady

Catherine Henson
First Year
Joined: 12:38 PM - Mar 30, 2012

6:24 PM - Apr 02, 2012 #1

(Set before the Slytherin party hosted by Christian)

Harry, I am going to the dungeons to make a simple potion that should give me an interesting look when the Slytherin party comes. You can come along if you want to, its invitation only, but I’d give you an invite. So anyway, come find me in the dungeons, I’ll watch over you so you can experiment with my “awesome” protection. I’m just kidding. Just come find me and we can at least hang out.

Catherine stroked Regina’s feathers. “Hello, beautiful. Would you be so kind as to bring this note to Harry? I promise I’ll have a nice mouse ready for you if you come back tonight.” She said to her pet owl. Her parents had all sorts of pets at home; they all agreed that they felt particularly foolish if they used the baby talk that was normally reserved for speaking to animals. So instead her parents had taught her to talk to animals in a respectful and polite manner, but the age-old knowledge to use food as leverage was liberally applied as well. Catherine wasn’t always sure that Regina understood her exact words, but her owl always delivered the letters and notes and if she told her to come back later for a snack she always did. She stroked Regina one last time and then let her fly out to deliver her note.

She checked that she had everything that she would need for the potion that she had in mind (and extras just in case, well any case really) and then went to the dungeons to look for an empty Potions classroom where she could make her potion with Harry as only company. She didn’t mind company at all, she loved people around her, but with her and Harry creating potions it was different from how she usually hanged with friends. She liked that it was different. For one thing, if something happened in the dungeons with the potions it wouldn’t really affect her image of sexiness. She doubted that Harry even really noticed her sexy attitude.

She slowly and carefully opened dungeon doors, allowing only a peek inside before closing the door again if even one person was inside. She didn’t want somebody to notice her, as people tend to look at who is entering anyway, so she closed the door before anybody noticed that someone was entering. Finally she found a dungeon that was completely empty and she entered. She quickly walked to a table in the centre of the room and went about putting her cauldron in place, making a fire and laying the ingredients on the table. She made sure to always be on the side of the table that had a direct view on the door. You never knew if someone (accidentally) entered this dungeon, pranks weren’t uncommon after all...
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Harry Berkwood
First Year
Joined: 12:22 AM - Jan 27, 2012

4:08 AM - Apr 05, 2012 #2

Harry loved making potions. There were few things in the world that could get the sixth year to go anywhere faster than the promise of an opportunity to experiment. The Ravenclaw was determined that one of these days he was going to make something that would be useful, something no one had ever thought of before. Considering how much time the sixteen year old spent bent over his cauldron, it was bound to happen sooner or later. He just had to keep trying. No discoveries had ever been made by accident. Well, except for quite a lot of them, actually. Never mind. Didn't matter, there was still a long history of hard work paying off in this sort of thing. Though, come to think of it, every potion the eagle made was an accident. He never had any idea what was going to happen when he started throwing random odds and ends into a cauldron. It wasn't unusual for there to be an explosion. In fact, Harry had gotten rather good at cleaning up messes. That had to count for something, didn't it? If nothing else, he was gaining a useful skill.

When the owl had arrived from Catherine inviting him to join her in dungeons, the eagle had started for the lower levels of the castle immediately. Harry was, at the most basic level, a social creature. As much he loved doing anything--experimenting, running, just relaxing--he loved it all the more if he was doing it with someone else. It was just more fun, and there were always things that happened in groups that couldn't happen when a person was alone. That, and the mention of a party had picqued the Ravenclaw's interest. The sixteen year old was hardly a "party animal"--at least, not what he thought of as a party animal, anyway--but he liked everything that a party usually entailed. The idea of a bunch of people getting together to enjoy one another's company appealed to the boy, and he'd yet to have a negative party experience, which was pretty much enough for him to decide they were a-okay.

It took a bit of searching before the sixth year finally found his friend. He'd accidentally wandered into the wrong room a few times before, finally, he peaked cautiously around a door and spotted Catherine setting up. The boy breathed a sigh of relief. It was amazing what could go on in the dungeons when class wasn't in session. Blimey. Pushing the door farther open, Harry entered the dungeon, sidling up next to Catherine and peering at the ingredients she had laid out on the table. "Hey," he greeted, grinning. "What're you making?" While he listened to his friend's response, Harry began setting up his own cauldron, lighting the fire underneath and rooting around in a cupboard for supplies. The sixth year had been through this particular cupboard at least a dozen times before, but there always seemed to be something new for him to discover. "Aha!" Triumphantlly, the eagle pulled out a strange, fuzzy green object. "It's perfect! It's... what is it?" Scratching his head, the boy shrugged and took it back to the table.

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Catherine Henson
First Year
Joined: 12:38 PM - Mar 30, 2012

9:01 PM - Apr 05, 2012 #3

Because of how she stood she wasn’t startled when Harry entered. Catherine looked up at Harry’s arrival and smiled. “Hey, stud. You got my note alright, I see.” She took time from setting up to give him a short hug. She put several jugs of red grape juice on the table. “I’m going to make a Draught of Night Sight. It has two benefits. One, it’s easy to make and has no necessary time frame so I can take time away from my potion to help with yours.” She nudged him between his ribs while she laughed and then continued talking. “Secondly, if I drink it for a couple of days I’ll have glowing hair, eyes and nails. I won’t even have to take time to paint my nails, so score!” She pumped one fist into the air, to punctuate her opinion of this particular benefit, and her dark hair swayed in front of her face. She immediately searched her bag and pockets and ultimately found something to tie her hair back with.

She lined her ingredients in order of usage: the grape juice up front, the black berries, flower and berries of nightshade with her cutting board and the morning glory with her mortar and pestle. Then she joined the raven boy at the cupboard to see if the school had a bezoar, she had one herself, but if she could use one from school then she didn’t have to use her own and it would save her money. She turned her gaze to see what he had pulled from the cupboard and laughed. “You have no idea what it is or what it does, but it’s still perfect?” She continued laughing as she returned to the table and pulled her own bezoar from her bag and put it on the table as well.

She turned her head to look at her friend again as she poured the grape juice into her cauldron, until it was completely filled. “By the way, did you want to come to the Slytherin party? Christopher hosts it and apparently it’s a whole formal shindig. I thought I’d make myself stand out even more than normal by making sure I shine. If you want we can share and you’ll shine as well. You’ll be sure to make an impression to the ladies.” She said with a grin. “Anyways, is it your usual ‘I throw some stuff in a cauldron and see what happens’, or is there some organisation today?” She asked as she poured the last of the grape juice in the cauldron. Peering into the cauldron she decided that it was filled with enough grape juice for her and Harry, if he also wanted to shine at the party, or in general really.

First she checked the fire to see if it was burning hot enough and then she grabbed her knife and a bowl and pulled the cutting board with the black berries towards her. Methodically she crushed black berries and then put them into the bowl with a little juice, their own and grape, before returning to the cutting board to crush more berries. The movements left enough room to listen to her friend and talk to him. She loved to laugh with Harry, and knew that he wouldn’t take it too seriously if occasionally she laughed about him. It had been awkward in the beginning, but she was really glad that he had persisted in keeping her company. He was one of the best friends and knew that he almost always game if she wanted to do something, especially if it had to do potion-making.
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Harry Berkwood
First Year
Joined: 12:22 AM - Jan 27, 2012

5:24 PM - Apr 09, 2012 #4

Harry hovered over his open bag, idly tossing the green fuzzy thing in the air like ball while contemplated what to do with it. It seemed like the Ravenclaw kept a near-constant supply or plants and random objects in his book bag. Well, he called it a “book bag,” but really, it hardly ever carried books. When the sixth year went to class, he just carried his textbooks in his arms, otherwise the added weight might crush whatever specimens he was carrying. Though, to be fair, sometimes that made for interesting results, but there was no guarantee that they’d be crushed in the right way. It was hugely frustrating and best avoided.

The eagle glanced at his friend as she spoke, then down at the green fuzz, shrugging. He held it out for the snake’s inspection, as if a closer look would make her realize the whatever-it-was’s obvious potential. Well, it was obvious to Harry, anyway, but the sixteen year old tended to think a lot of things were obvious that other people couldn’t see. He wasn’t sure if most everyone he knew was just dense—which seemed kind of unlikely, statistically, and they usually didn’t act dense in other areas—or if it was the sort of thing where you had to be looking right at it to understand. It was that, or the Ravenclaw was just nuts, but that didn’t seem very likely. “Just look at it,” the boy said, waving the thing in his hands back and forth. The green fuzz wiggled like a block of jell-o. “Look at this and just try to tell me it’s not absolutely perfect.” With that, the sixth year dropped it on the table where it bounced once, twice, and then rolled to a stop. Harry waved his hand at it as if to say, see? What’d I tell you.

“Party could be fun,” the eagle said as he began rummaging through his bag. Pulling out a baggy, the sixth year poured, more or less carefully, a measure of powdered moonstone onto the table’s surface. It made a pleasant little pyramid of dust, almost too perfect to disturb. Almost. “I want to see what the potion looks like on you first,” Harry responded, diving into his bag again. The boy was a firm believer in testing out your potions before handing them off to someone else, even if it was a potion from the textbook. One just never knew. It seemed unethical to let someone else have the first go when you couldn’t be sure you’d gotten everything right.

Once the Ravenclaw had everything he thought he’d need lined up on the table, he pondered what to do next. Some people thought that experimenting the way Harry did—just throwing random odds and ends into a cauldron—was easy, that it took no real effort or forethought. That was totally not true. If the sixth year wasn’t careful, he’d have an explosion on his hands. Actually, he might still end up with an explosion—it was kind of hard to say. Still, the sixteen year old had been doing this sort of thing long enough that he knew what ingredients to avoid putting together. Unless an explosion was exactly what he wanted, of course. Everyone had those days, didn’t they? Harry pointed his wand into his cauldron. ”Aguamenti!” Once the cauldron was filled and boiling, the eagle started adding the moonstone, creating a bowl in the top of his powder pyramid. He watched as the water turned a robin’s egg blue. “Oh, that’s nice, isn’t it?”

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