Potions and Items, Desperately Needed [Open]

[jointheclub]

[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.]

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[tiamat_shot]

[If nothing else, the Commander made sure that the people not involved in the expeditions were too busy to protest; He'd tentatively been helping out Reno, but he was almost immediately grabbed to do grunt work because of his relative newness. This also meant that the medics were sending him to get the supplies they needed; supplies that Slughorn was busy making.

Supplies that just went soaring barely over his head, causing the small moogle to duck and cover for a moment.]

Kupo! Mind watching the aim a little bit, professor?

[grainsoftruth]

[From the look of defeat on this cadet's face as she trudges into the classroom, one small box of supplies more or less in tow, you might have thought she'd just walked all the way back from the island itself. In fact, this is almost true - just replace "back from the island itself" with "up one flight of stairs".

She stumbles over to a wall and sets the box down on the floor so she can catch her breath. Going over to the cupboard on the other side of the room is a bit much to ask from her right now.]

Oh my. I just don't know if I'm cut out for - aah! [That was the moment one of the sleeping draughts bounced right off her forehead.]

Owww...

[earthlychild]

[A weary Aerith enters the room, bags under her eyes and herbs in her arms.]

Don't worry so much, Professor. We've got enough supplies to last.

[crablette]

[Sophie is curiously looking around Garden. She's getting a bit worried about all the people who're coming back hurt, and she's been using a little healing magic, but since she's not permitted on the Island itself she's not entirely sure what the full extent is.

When she peeks her head into the room Slughorn's working in, she watches him for a moment. He looks... frazzled.]

Instructor... [That's what they're called, yes?] do you need some help?

[youngnobelman]

[With Touma busy in the infirmary when he's not on the Island himself, Gaomon's found himself without a lot to do. The basic first aid training Touma made him learn isn't enough to help in the infirmary beyond "pass me the whatever", so Gaomon was shooed off to try and help in crafting. Touma was thinking along the lines of fetching supplies, but Gaomon figured that if he can mix teas, he can probably help with potions.]

It's supposed to be this color, right?