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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 1:38:31 GMT -6
Blake came in and stifled his giggle at the sight of two very much knocked-out boys. He put his collection items away, wiping down the shears with a clean cloth. Setting the three crystal cases at the head of his bed, Blake made sure they were ventilated sufficiently and touched the ground to check how cool it was. Decent temperature, it'll be fine for a week in these conditions. His assessment assured him it would survive for tomorrow fine enough, so he curled up to his earlier conjured "chair" and fell asleep with a deep sigh.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 12:24:06 GMT -6
Fred awoke, wondering how many days had passed since he passed out. He was unusually exhausted last night, and had a very deep sleep. It must have been the wood my goblet was made out of. He made a mental note to investigate further. He started dreaming of new Wheezes that could be made from it.
He got out of bed and stretched. He noticed Blake was still asleep, and decided to wait until he was awake to begin the potion. He didn't want to disturb Blake, especially since he looked so peaceful in his "chair", so he sat down and twirled his wand, thinking of all the possibilities for new products that he could make.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 17, 2010 13:09:19 GMT -6
Theo entered the tent and walked over to his bag to grab his potions set. Once he had his set ready he walked back out.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 16:48:29 GMT -6
Fred was dragged back to lucidity by Theo's entrance. He looked over and saw Theo grab his potions set and Fred was once again reminded of how unprepared he was. He decided to go to the castle and get together a potions kit and his potions book.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 17:26:58 GMT -6
Blake woke and rubbed his eyes while mewling a yawn. He stretched in his cot and wriggled into it, mentally complementing Theodore's wonderful ability to create such comfort. He looked into his bag and got undressed, dressing in a clean pair of jeans and a dark navy blue and white muggle baseball tee.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 17:44:04 GMT -6
Fred came back into the tent and set his bag down near his bed. He stretched and looked around at the empty tent. He realized he should probably be outside, too, so he left the tent.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 17:51:18 GMT -6
Entering, Blake went to his bag and took out his textbook, his personal potions kit- a gift from his father, and fetched the three crystal cases of Moonflower from the night before. He left the tent, holding onto the cases as well as possible.
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Post by Fred Weasley on Mar 17, 2010 17:51:41 GMT -6
Fred entered and grabbed his bag that he'd set down only minutes before. He picked up the moonflower vial that Blake had been kind enough to lend to him the night before.
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Post by Emery Lowell on Mar 17, 2010 18:31:59 GMT -6
Emery awoke, and stretched. How long've I been sleeping...? he thought. OH FUDGE!, realizing it was already late into the afternoon he got up and peered through the tent's exit to see what they were doing. He quickly grabbed his potion things and ran out, seeing as he fell asleep in the clothes he had worn the day before.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Mar 17, 2010 20:55:17 GMT -6
Theo walked in the tent, packed his bag, and transfigured his cot back to a rock before walking back out.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Mar 17, 2010 21:40:19 GMT -6
Blake packed his things in his bag and shrunk down the cat to take, not able to part with it because he had bonded to his creation in the short time they spent together. He left the cot as it was, expecting himself to accidentally turn it into something strange or not what it originally was, and left to wait for the carriages.
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Post by Emery Lowell on Mar 17, 2010 21:46:55 GMT -6
Emery tumbled in and landed in front of his bag, "Score!" He packed his things quickly and and made sure that everything was in there in a way that nothing could fall out. He made a slight jog back to the campsite to get onto the carriages.
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