A little mixing in the morning

[themerlin]

On a table, in a booth, a small cauldron merrily bubbles as Merlin mixes and adds ingredients from a small pile.

Each one is prepared carefully. Some herbs are chopped, a small stone is ground down, a silver spoon is carefully polished and cleaned, and other things are similarly set ready, then added to the cauldron. With each thing added, merlin speaks quiet words, and the cauldron glows faintly. All the while, Merlin consults a small book bound in red leather and a silvery metal.

He smiles as the potion slowly takes shape, humming as he drops the last of the ingredients, some polished scales, into the cauldron and whispers two words. There is a slight flash, then the cauldron is merrily bubbling once more, and Merlin sits back, satisfied. Now, all he can do is wait for it to be ready.

Freed from a need to concentrate, he looks around the room and smiles, watching the crowd.

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[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

And from the crowd, approaches a certain pale girl, who is trying new clothes. "Hello."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Smelled like Potions class, or one of his own experiments.

So Draco definitely came over to investigate. Oh it was him again. One of the Merlin(s).

A polite nod, "Good day, sir."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

"You know," came the conversational tone from the next booth over, followed by a peering over the back of the booth and into the cauldron, "That is the worst recipe for soup I've ever seen."