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Eh, it'll be fine
Sun May 14, 2017 00:25

“It’s not like it’s a difficult process though,” Ingrid argued back, “Sure, I wouldn’t trust the most of the potions we make, but this is putting goo in a jar. The only way to mess up is if we accidentally let the glumbumble loose, and then that doesn’t affect the end product, just our grade for this class. And given that we don’t know how much a dose is, you have no idea what scale our efforts represent - could be a useless, trivial amount, could be enough to stock a mental ward for a year. Besides, whoever owns these animals keeps them for a reason - presumably this, as they’re not good for much else - it stands to reason that they’d want this stuff back.” Perhaps, if the amount they were collecting was miniscule, or there was a high risk they were going to contaminate it somehow, in a way that wouldn’t be obvious from inspection, then it was just busy work, but that seemed illogical and deeply unsatisfying. And anyway, Professor Taransay hadn’t warned them of any pitfalls that would render the goo unusable - even if it was just busy work, they would be expected to do it properly. Ingrid smiled at Fabian. Debating was a standard family hobby. Ingrid didn’t like Fabian any less for disagreeing with her, in fact she probably liked him more, and it didn’t occur to her that he might not think the same way, or find her confrontational or to be a know-it-all for arguing a case against him.

She shrugged at his point of how they’d come to eat alihotsy leaves at school. There were definitely some things that, if told not to do, it would make her instantly want to try. If she was told a plant would make her float around the ceiling, for example. But being hysterical wasn’t on that list, and she couldn’t imagine it was on many people’s.

“This,” she responded, when he asked about classes for next year, “Probably Defence, and one other wandwork class. What are you considering?”she asked, as he’d said he wasn’t sure. Whilst they’d been talking, she had donned her gloves and gathered some nettles, plus the tools they would need for collecting the goo.

“Guess we distract him with food,” she mused, opening the hutch and hurling the nettles down to the opposite end. “Let’s get scraping.”

  • Sorry to hear thatFabian, Wed Apr 5 09:04
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    • Eh, it'll be fine — Ingrid, Sun May 14 00:25
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