Post by Curse Kameren on May 23, 2011 15:12:01 GMT -5
"You're a potions master?"
"Better hope so," he glanced at the potion then back at Echo, tidying his counter as he spoke. He swore. Of course it would be his bloody Ashes of a Ghosted Hangman that spilled. It couldn't be something cheap that spilled. Now it was tampered with, so he couldn't use it. "Drink the potion. You'll feel better, and it will keep your episodes down hopefully. I've got a whole pan of it, I'll stopper it for you. Have at least two sips a morning."
"You're currently in the greatest magical school this side of Europe. And he teaches bright young minds how to brew potions. You have amazing luck running into him. He's one of the brightest minds of his generation...or so the say."
"Or so they say," he echoed Arianna, glancing up at her. He opened the drawer he'd mentioned in his potions chest, setting a couple nuggets of silver on the counter. "I need to get some shavings of the silver before you use it. I have a werewolf student who needs it as well." He took out a cheese grater, running one of the nuggets over it. He cringed at the noise, but he needed it. "I'm the Hogwarts Potions Master. You're inside Hogwarts, but I don't think we should have you outside this flat. Students talk." He spoke over the grinding of the metal, finally stopping when he figured he had enough for the rest of the semester.
He handed what was left of the nugget over to Arianna, tensing slightly as his fingers grazed hers, like he'd been shocked. He was annoyingly sensitive to her, nearly afraid to touch her. He rolled his eyes at himself, cleaning up the rest of his ingredients and closing the chest. "Can you draw another binding circle to do that, or should I leave?" He asked, bending down to get a bottle for the golden potion on his stove.
"Better hope so," he glanced at the potion then back at Echo, tidying his counter as he spoke. He swore. Of course it would be his bloody Ashes of a Ghosted Hangman that spilled. It couldn't be something cheap that spilled. Now it was tampered with, so he couldn't use it. "Drink the potion. You'll feel better, and it will keep your episodes down hopefully. I've got a whole pan of it, I'll stopper it for you. Have at least two sips a morning."
"You're currently in the greatest magical school this side of Europe. And he teaches bright young minds how to brew potions. You have amazing luck running into him. He's one of the brightest minds of his generation...or so the say."
"Or so they say," he echoed Arianna, glancing up at her. He opened the drawer he'd mentioned in his potions chest, setting a couple nuggets of silver on the counter. "I need to get some shavings of the silver before you use it. I have a werewolf student who needs it as well." He took out a cheese grater, running one of the nuggets over it. He cringed at the noise, but he needed it. "I'm the Hogwarts Potions Master. You're inside Hogwarts, but I don't think we should have you outside this flat. Students talk." He spoke over the grinding of the metal, finally stopping when he figured he had enough for the rest of the semester.
He handed what was left of the nugget over to Arianna, tensing slightly as his fingers grazed hers, like he'd been shocked. He was annoyingly sensitive to her, nearly afraid to touch her. He rolled his eyes at himself, cleaning up the rest of his ingredients and closing the chest. "Can you draw another binding circle to do that, or should I leave?" He asked, bending down to get a bottle for the golden potion on his stove.
