There was a sizzling and popping sound coming from the cauldron that made Jonathan stir with confusion. Was this suppose to be happening? It didn't seem normal but then again it was a liquid substance being heated over a small flame, so one could argue that this should be happening. His tawny eyes focused hard as the boy's face made a squinting action. The chalkboard was at a fair distance, but he could just make out the ingredients. He had used the correct amount for everything for the potion; the Dizziness Draught potion wasn't that difficult to create.
Jonathan grumbled bitterly to himself, his eyes glaring irritably at the iron cauldron before him. He looked around the classroom in hopes of seeing another student's mixture in comparison. Were theirs experiencing the same symptoms as his mixture was? God, he hated potions. He was decent at it from time to time, but it was much more mundane than he had imagine it to be. Still, he needed to keep up his good work; slacking was unacceptable in his eyes. Perhaps this was all just his worse of luck?
The young Ravenclaw continue to search the class for a well decent student and their potion, but unfortunately he could not find one in sight. At least, not one that appealed to his taste and preference. Jonathan sighed and returned his attention to his own potion. He pulled out his textbook, flipping swiftly through the pages in hopes to find some sort of a solution for his problem and hopefully learn from his unknown mistake.
by Jonathan Rutger Wed Jun 04, 2014 9:00 pm
