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Post by MAEVE THORNE on Mar 13, 2024 8:39:41 GMT -5
KEN HAMADA entered the Great Hall, ready to perform the practical portion of his NEWTs. He was a little nervous, but he knew he could do it. After all, his whole future depended on it, unless he wanted to be stuck in school for another year or two at Rutherford.
SUBJECTS: Potions
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Ken did NOT want to do another year or two of schooling at Rutherford. Not that he hoped to work in the field of Potions after his impending graduation, but he would most probably enrol in the college to fix his grade if he failed a class, regardless of its importance to him. While he was confident that failing was not an option for him, he also knew that he was not immune to forgetfulness and that missing a single ingredient or step would automatically be disastrous in this subject. Therefore, he had confidence in himself but was also a little cautious as he entered the Great Hall for the practical portion of his Potions NEWT.
Immediately reading the words on the blackboard at the front end of the hall, the Ravenclaw released a breath of relief. They were to be tested on the Strengthening Solution, which he knew and remembered quite well. It was one of the final lessons he learned in his fifth year, and the stress of OWLs caused him to mess up so badly that he studied and tried the potion many more times afterward in his spare time.
His heart beat faster due to nerves - could it also be excitement that he was feeling? - and when their allowed time began he went up to the ingredient cabinet to pick out six strands of re'em hair, some pomegranate juice, and salamander blood. He had memorised that the Strengthening Solution required the blood of the lizard that was capable of regrowing entire limbs, the hair of a strong beast, and a good fruit juice that could be confused with blood. Quantities were 4, 6 and 8 respectively - even numbers that were easy enough to remember without other contrived devices.
Back at his cauldron, Ken filled it with water and placed it on a flame. While he waited for the water to boil, he measured out four ounces of salamander blood and eight ounces of pomegranate juice. He had finished just in time to see the surface of the water bubbling, so he added four strands of re’em hair, leaving the remaining two further away on his workstation so that he would not get confused. Then began one very fun minute of furious staring at the clock in the front of the hall. He tried to remind himself of the following steps while he waited, but as it was difficult to multitask he chose to believe in himself and simply concentrate on the time.
As he reached out for the pomegranate juice which he were to add 15 seconds later, he paused. The two unlabelled phials before him both held red liquid of indistinguishable viscosity. But he had to add EIGHT ounces of juice now, so it was the phial with twice more liquid in it - no, was it four ounces of… whatever? no no, he was right the first time, he had to trust his instinct because he knew this potion well, darn it! He picked up the heavier phial and lifting it to his nose, smelled its content. Ah yes, it was the perfect scent of eight ounces of pomegranate juice. Thanks to the time for deliberation he prepared for himself, he could now add the juice exactly one minute after the first batch of re’em hair was introduced.
He entered the second phase of clock-staring, which was now accompanied by clockwise stirring. The 17-year-old looked up at the clock and down at his cauldron alternatively, making sure that he did not stir too strongly and make liquid spill out of the cauldron. After two minutes, he added the other red liquid, which he also took a sniff of just in case and confirmed was the less pleasant smell of amphibian blood. He remembered that one minute of counterclockwise stirring was sandwiched between two minutes of clockwise stirring, so he completed the counterclockwise step, with some more enthusiasm now that he had almost finished. One minute later, he picked up the last two strands of re’em hair he had left aside and added it into the well-stirred mixture, after which he stirred clockwise again for two minutes.
Ken let the solution sit for an extra minute before turning off the flame with a barely concealed grin. He ladled a flask full of the best Strengthening Solution he ever brewed and corked it as he heard the examiner announce that the examination was over. He left his labeled flask on his brewing station as instructed and exited the hall, feeling that he had done well, even with the short humane moment of confusion he experienced.
