"I think that's you," William said dryly. He was willing to drop the subject if Jon didn't want to discuss it, though, and get back to the task at hand. They'd cut it a little close adding the purple smoke tree leaves this last time, so he began stripping and slicing them in advance while the new cauldron began to heat.
The second time was easier, more familiar, although he noticed that the repetition was blurring his memory a little between what he remembered from briefing the Aurors years ago and what they'd just done in the past hour. The sleep deprivation and hunger probably weren't helping.
"You didn't find any of Gabe's Turkish coffee back there, did you?" William asked, pressing the heel of his hand against one eye. It wouldn't be anywhere near the level of what he really needed and was used to taking, but it would be something. The cauldron glowed pale red, which meant they were ready to go, so William turned his attention from what they didn't have and back to what they did.
"We're not running low on anything, are we?" he inquired, checking the list for rare ingredients. "We should conceivably have another shot at this?"