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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 20:34:13 GMT -6
Blake checked his fire, making sure it was out now, and returned to Emery's side to observe him.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 17, 2010 20:34:59 GMT -6
He nodded. "Yes, let's get to it." He smiled and walked back to his cauldron.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 17, 2010 20:39:33 GMT -6
She nodded and got ready to bottle the potion. While she worked she looked around. It was beginning to get dark again already so she imagined they would return to the castle soon.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 20:43:10 GMT -6
Fred looked down at his potion, and compared it to the others'. He decided to vanish all of his wood, leaving the cauldron to cool off away from the heat.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Mar 17, 2010 20:44:42 GMT -6
Nyssa noticed the fairy had woken up. She picked it up and placed it back on her shoulder. Then she proceeded to bottle up her potion.
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Post by Headmaster on Mar 17, 2010 20:47:19 GMT -6
The headmaster, who had been wandering about observing cleared his throat. "Once you're finished, label your potion with your name and put it in the case over there." He motioned. "And then begin packing your things up. Once you've done that we will wait until the carriages arrive again and head back to the school. Until the carriages arrive you can feel free to enjoy the free time."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 17, 2010 20:49:36 GMT -6
Theo bottled his potion and cleaned his cauldron before walking over and placing his potion in the case.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Mar 17, 2010 20:52:31 GMT -6
Nyssa wrote her name on the bottle and put it in the case the Headmaster had indicated. She returned to the table and cleaned out her cauldron. She also cleaned out the vial her flower was in and gave it back to Blake. "Thanks" she said as she handed it to him. She continued to pick up her supplies with the help of her fairy friend.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 17, 2010 20:52:46 GMT -6
Once Lydia had finished she labelled her potion and cleaned up. Once she was done she put her potion away as well and stretched before picking everything and shrinking it to put back into her bag.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 20:55:46 GMT -6
Fred looked into his cauldron again, but wasn't sure what it was supposed to look like. It was similar to the others' but his seemed somewhat duller in appearance and effect. He didn't think it would get any better, so he conjured a glass bottle and filled it with the potion. He stoppered it and used his wand to engrave his name into it. He then set it on the table and went back and vanished the remaining potion. He began to pack his things away.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 17, 2010 21:00:39 GMT -6
Theo returned to the campsite and sat down in the chair waiting for everyone else.
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Post by Emery Lowell on Mar 17, 2010 21:01:39 GMT -6
Emery finished this potion, which looked half-way decent despite his impatience. If Blake hadn't been there to watch him, he would have left it as the bubbling monstrosity it was before. He scribbled his name down onto a piece of paper and tied it to the bottle. He put it up and made his way to Blake, "Thanks for watching me, mate." Ruffling his hair a bit and giving him a playful smile.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Mar 17, 2010 21:03:35 GMT -6
Nyssa put her blanket and pillow next to the crate with the potion bottles. She went back over to watch everyone else pack up. She was playing with the fairy and waiting for everyone to finish.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Mar 17, 2010 21:03:38 GMT -6
Lydia walked out. She would wait for the rest of the girls to finish getting their things before taking the tent down. She sat next to Theo and smiled.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 21:04:01 GMT -6
Blake stopped watching Emery and bottle his own potion, labeling it in his cursive and accepting the crystal case from Nyssa, "It was no problem Miss Nyssa, and I thank you for returning the case to me though it wasn't needed." He smiled to her and went to set his bottled solution in the case, coming back to clean up his work area, his used utensils and the table of any ash or residue. He gave a bit of a squeak when a hand unexpectedly rustled his locks; huffing and fixing his hair, Blake gave Emery a glare like he did anyone who did such a thing to his loose curls, "Your thanks is appreciated- your actions however, are not."
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