Who: Alicia Spinnet and Oliver Wood What: Every battle has its casualties. Time to nurse the still lingering effects of the skirmish at Port of Tilbury When: Tuesday, March 1 1998 [Backdated] Where: The Weasley/Wood flat in Hogsmeade Rating: PG
Slowly, immensely slow, Alicia stirred the pot. Her eyes were focused solely on the fluid, languidly moving and the first few wisps of steam that began rising from it. The number of times she stirred the mixture wasn’t important, nor was it important whether it was counter-clockwise or not, all that mattered was that it was constantly kept at a point just below boiling.
The herbs had already steeped in there for half an hour and now came the critical point; she had to add the flavours that would make the brew taste less horrible yet still keep the desired properties. Using her hand as a sift, she squeezed the lemon over her fingers, catching each little seed that could potentially ruin it all, and then stirred slowly again until it was at that perfect point. Lemon to take the bitterness, and now the sugar to beat the sour.
There. Perfect.
Now all she had to do was get Oliver to actually drink it.