Post by LOGAN RILEY WHITLOCK on Jan 4, 2014 10:49:04 GMT -8
Logan was in the potions classroom, stocking up the cupboards with ingredients and things for the Herbology professor. He realized that a lot of people misconstrued it as sucking up, or being a kiss ass. But he really wasn't, he just liked to help. And the fact that it was the Herbology professor that had asked, he was more than happy to.
"Dittany, mandrake, phew..stink sap, powdered asphodel..." He mumbled to himself as he stocked the cupboard. There were a few containers of the ingredients left in there, so finding where they went wasn't difficult. He was going back and forth between a table and the cupboards, grabbing a few jars and vials and putting them in. Periodically taking to himself as he did.
"Mother wort...annnd foxglove. Foxglove...foxglove...where are you supposed to be? " he muttered, leaning in and looking around. Apparently the potion stores were out of foxglove. Which was good. Considering how much of it he had brought, but bad because he wasn't sure of its usual spot. Looking it over and chewing his lip, he started setting it all down in a mostly empty spot and shrugging. "Looks like you're going to go here now."
Wiping his hands on his pants and giving a final nod that everything looked just about as it should, he pulled the doors closed and locked them, tossing the key back in his pocket. He looked at the table he had been using and noticed there were more than a few messes from the ingredients. He patted his pockets down, certain he had had a handkerchief or something. "Ah, there you are." He pulled one from his back pocket, and started to scoop up the bits that had fallen on the table and tossed them in the rubbish bin, and shaking the handkerchief out. Once everything looked to be in place, he shoved it back in his pocket, and gave a nod, turning around.