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witchesreign2013-01-28 11:28 am
jointheclub) wrote in witchesreign2013-01-28 11:28 am
Potions and Items, Desperately Needed [Open]
[The Itemcrafting classroom looks like something out of The Sword in the Stone today, with beakers, cauldrons, tubes, liquids, chests, and sundry supplies all floating around in midair, almost but not quite bumping into each other. On one side of the classroom, knives furiously chop away at roots, stalks, and bulbs; on another, large tongs stir boiling cauldrons. In the midst of all this, Slughorn directs traffic with his wand, hurrying here and there to check this process or temper this reaction.]
[Truth be told, Slughorn is running himself raw, between days of gathering up students on the Island and nights of making items and potions to repair the damage they've done to themselves. A very uncharacteristic scowl seems to have landed permanently on his face, and he is constantly mopping at the shine on his increasingly-mottled forehead. In fact, one might almost say he's showing his age...]
Don't even know why I came out of retirement. What am I, a Healer?
[He flicks his wand irritably, sending two completed sleeping draughts and a half-dozen Potions flying into a box.]
[Truth be told, Slughorn is running himself raw, between days of gathering up students on the Island and nights of making items and potions to repair the damage they've done to themselves. A very uncharacteristic scowl seems to have landed permanently on his face, and he is constantly mopping at the shine on his increasingly-mottled forehead. In fact, one might almost say he's showing his age...]
Don't even know why I came out of retirement. What am I, a Healer?
[He flicks his wand irritably, sending two completed sleeping draughts and a half-dozen Potions flying into a box.]
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O-oh! Right! Uhm, where are my manners...
[He rifles through his pockets as if he's trying to find something, then bows politely, wings flitting.]
Emias Oaks, kupo, new trainee here at the academy. It's a pleasure, Professor... uhm...
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['Instructor'? Eh, he prefers the thought of the people training him actually being masters in his field, thanks.]
I've gotta get this stuff to the medics, though, so I should.. uff... [There's a slight strain - the box is almost as large as the moogle] C-cut the conversation short, unfortunately.
Hopefully we can talk again, though?
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Yes, of course. No time now. Injured students to repair, troubled students to rescue. Never thought I'd be so hopeful to see the end of a break.