closed RP in the potions lab for bicycles
Grind. Stir. Blend, methodical and precise. Potion-making could be messy, but a controlled mess. If done properly, the result would be a clean one.
Stephen addressed himself to the task with a sort of forced focus. He preferred to contemplate these controlled and harmonious mixtures, their outcomes entirely predictable. He scarcely noticed when Lily entered the laboratory, and why should he? She worked here not infrequently; the wards were set to admit her. Blank-faced, economical in his movements, he worked on.