Post by October Cricket on Nov 2, 2006 12:19:44 GMT -5
((The original title was 'How to dabble with Potions and not have it explode in your face', but it was too long.))
October Evangeline Cricket was a botanical genius and she was rather proud of it. She wore a smug smile as she ducked out of the Potions classroom into the dungeons hallway and carried a few small bottle of a silvery-pinkish liquid with her. She glanced down at the bottles in her arms with a fond smile. This would produce lovely results with her roses. October had been aiming for a metallic, silvery-blue, but it turned out pink instead. October honestly did not care. It would still be quite beautiful. October was more than sure it would work. After all, the potion had not exploded in her face. That was always a good sign.
The Slytherin fourth year counted the number of bottles in her arms. There was more than enough to provide an effect on her rose seeds. October grinned to herself, positively delighted by the results of her newest experiment. This would certainly be quite entertaining. After taking count of her bottles, October padded softly toward the stairs.
October Evangeline Cricket was a botanical genius and she was rather proud of it. She wore a smug smile as she ducked out of the Potions classroom into the dungeons hallway and carried a few small bottle of a silvery-pinkish liquid with her. She glanced down at the bottles in her arms with a fond smile. This would produce lovely results with her roses. October had been aiming for a metallic, silvery-blue, but it turned out pink instead. October honestly did not care. It would still be quite beautiful. October was more than sure it would work. After all, the potion had not exploded in her face. That was always a good sign.
The Slytherin fourth year counted the number of bottles in her arms. There was more than enough to provide an effect on her rose seeds. October grinned to herself, positively delighted by the results of her newest experiment. This would certainly be quite entertaining. After taking count of her bottles, October padded softly toward the stairs.
