Horace Slughorn (
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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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[...okay, she may not be fascinated with exactly what he might have been hoping she was interested in.]
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[Slughorn makes a game attempt to encourage critical thinking in a student. This won't end well.]
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The broader point remains. You would prefer sardines in your tin. Not human bones of any sort, warned or not.
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The spearmint leaf! Can we make another attempt at getting that, please? I've potions to make!
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[She ambles back over to the supply trunk, but hesitates before diving back into it.]
Uh, but wait, what d'you think I should do with these? [She's pointing to her handful of teeth. Well, slightly less than a handful now that she's dropped a couple of them on the way, but she hasn't noticed, so surely nobody else has.]
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