hatchery

[chanuphis]

The next alchemy class of their second year, they arrive to the lab to discover that each of them has an ordinary chicken's egg (brown) and another box of miscellanea.

Slughorn explains, when everyone is assembled, that alchemy with an egg is actually where phoenixes are speculated to originate; but no one has the recipe any more and there haven't been new phoenixes for centuries. They will not be making living things today. But the eggshell is a good base from which to appear lots of possible objects; alchemy doesn't like to conjure things into existence in plain sight but is quite willing that new things appear inside eggshells, cocoons, geodes, and similar. Their eggs have been pre-drained of their interiors for this purpose, although some recipes use full eggs.

As last week, they are invited to come up with recipes on paper for review by the professor before trying anything. Known possible results available with this set of ingredients include wooden, decorated eggs nested inside the shell; a shellful of small sharp teeth (the commonest source of hens' teeth, as they have encountered once or twice in potions); successively smaller eggshells the smallest of which holds a blob of mercury; and a perfectly hardboiled egg which can be arbitrarily flavored by exact details of the process. But they are welcome to aim at another result as long as their procedure looks safe.

Comments

[chanuphis]

"Really? Exactly the same? Over and over?"

[mrwoods]

"Well, I'd've asked Professor Slughorn before trying the second time, probably."

[chanuphis]

"I'm just not ascribing you quite the patience, when you could instead try radically different things."

[mrwoods]

"I can be patient! I can totally be patient! Just watch me patiently waiting for the paint to dry, here!"

[chanuphis]

"While conducting a conversation..."

[mrwoods]

"If you want me to shut up..."

[chanuphis]

"Not especially. I'm not pretending to be patient."

[mrwoods]

"I'm not pretending!" he protests. "I just don't have a reason to be patient right now, but I could totally be patient for stuff I really wanted. Like making Slytherin nice again! Or making everyone immortal."

[chanuphis]

"There's a difference between being patient and not happening to succeed immediately!"

[mrwoods]

"Yes but both of those things are things I haven't even tried doing yet! The Slytherin thing is an ongoing project that will take yeeeears, and the immortal thing we won't even really try for a good long while."

[chanuphis]

"I still think it's different."

[mrwoods]

The paint is dry! Except under the egg, so he turns it around and paints the rest. "And even if it is I still think I'd be able to do it."

[chanuphis]

"If you say so."

[mrwoods]

"Do you think you wouldn't? If it turned out there weren't clever tricks like 'asking the Professor about it' available?"

[chanuphis]

"My actions might resemble patience. My mental state wouldn't be."

[mrwoods]

"...I'm not sure I get it."

[chanuphis]

"I think patient people are sort of fundamentally okay with waiting in a way I'm not."

[mrwoods]

"Hmm. No I'm not that thing. That's not what I meant with it. I meant the other thing."

[chanuphis]

"I figured."

[mrwoods]

"Well, what's even the point of being... emotionally... patient like that? That sounds terribly boring."

[chanuphis]

"It seems like it may be more comfortable than our way of doing things in times of boredom."

[mrwoods]

"I guess," he says dubiously.

[chanuphis]

Eventually their paint is dry and they can move on to their final steps!

Miranda gets a wooden egg. It doesn't have an obvious way to open it, so it's not easy to tell if it might have more inside.

[mrwoods]

And Sadde drops water from the prism to the egg and tries cracking it to see what he got. "By the way, there's an implication there from what Slughorn said to our little project."

[chanuphis]

"Oh?"