Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-03-12 12:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 03, character: fred alex weasley, character: regulus black |
RP: Alex and Regulus
Who: Alex Weasley, Regulus Black
Where: Potions Classroom
When: 12 March, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Alex has questions
Alex bent over the cauldron, peering into the depths, counting bubbles. Four. Five. Six. He turned the flame off and added the next powdered ingredient, stirring carefully once. Twice. Three times. The liquid inside turned pale green and he frowned, then smiled as it faded, leaving the liquid clear as water. He covered the cauldron and noted the next time he'd need to add something, then started wiping up.
He liked the idea of long-term potions, things that needed to be tended and cared for, watched until they were right. He liked other things too, and making Sleakeasy's was fun enough. He wasn't much interested in the love potion, but figured that learning it would help in learning other things. Everything built on something.
He joined the other students as they put away the things they'd used, then used the last few minutes of class to look over his notes, making sure he'd written everything down so that he'd understand what he meant later. It looked like he had. Alex tucked his notes into his text, then pulled out the battered notebook he'd nearly filled, and mused over his imaginary Wolfsbane.
He'd started it as something to keep his mind busy, trying to predict what the potion should look like, smell like, feel like, according to what ingredients were used. He checked it against the references he'd found, and was pleased to find that he was usually not far off what the actual results would be.
If only he could do it for real. He stole a glance at Professor Black. What harm could there be, really, in asking? He thought his Polyjuice had proven his ability, it had transformed him perfectly into a replica of his father, complete with missing ear.
And he really needed something to focus on.
Alex waited for the dismissal, hanging back behind the others as they hurried from the classroom, waiting until the last one was gone before approaching the desk. "Professor? Have you got a minute?"