Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts' style (PRS)

Alison nodded.
“At least that’s something. I think it is leaves, berries, bark and then the resin, as you said” she said and looked at the ingredients with help of the light the fire gave.
“But I can’t swear on it, and I don’t want to mess it up” she said and sighed.
“I bet Snape’s proud of us right now” she said sarcastically and looked carefully on the ingredients, and then on Troye.
“Should we chance on that order?”

The order that Alison said sounded quite legit. He thought that he had heard it before, or read it, so it was probably correct.
“Sounds correct”, he answered and looked up at her. “Crush the berries or not?” His eyes walked from her and down to the berries again. Was it a stupid question? He didn’t even know if there existed a potion where the berries would go in whole, but he couldn’t take anything for granted. Alison would probably kill him if he messed up the potion.

“That, I’m sure of” she said and nodded. She started to add the ingredients in the order she had said, and used a stick to whisk the (hopefully) right potion together.
“I think it’s only clockwise, I hope” she said and nodded towards the resin.
“Do you mind pouring it in?” she said and crossed her fingers that they would be right and that they soon could drink. She wondered how it went for the other team, what if they were far ahead of them? That would be quite annoying.

He looked at the cauldron and Alison’s hands as she added the ingredients. The potion itself didn’t smell anything; which he thought was weird, because every potion that he had made always smelled terrible. Probably because he had never really succeeded with a potion, to be honest.
“Sure”, he said and held the piece of bark with the resin on it over the cauldron. Slowly, very slowly, it dropped down and when it did, the potion turned purple and started to smell like... He couldn’t figure out excactly what it smelled like, but it was like... Clean.
“Should it be purple?” he asked and big his lip as he looked up at Alison once again.

Alison watched the potion change colour, and looked up at Troye.
“I hope so, or we have to do it all over again” she said and shook her head.
“At least it smells right, I think” she said and used the piece of bark to scoop up some of the potion. She held it over the bucket with water.
“Cross your fingers” she said and dripped some of the potion in the water. As the potion touched the water surface, it spread beautifully around the water, making purple patterns. Suddenly, the patterns disappeared, leaving the water a bit clearer than before, at least Alison thought so.
“I think we did it” she said and looked down in the bucket. She nodded between Troye and the bucket.
“You first, so we can figure out if we did it right. If not, I’ll only have two more to go before I win” she said jokingly and smiled.

He actually crossed his fingers. Behind his back, of course, because he didn’t want Alison to see that he actually did it. It felt silly - but he couldn’t help himself.
“So that’s your plan? Kill the opponents?” he asked with a laugh before sniffing the water. “It doesn’t smell anything anymore, at least.” He cupped his hands and filled them with water, before praying that the water was fine; he didn’t want to die! (Although he did doubt that the professors would actually kill them.) He drank the water, and even though it was quite warm, it tasted fine.
“I think it’s okay”, he said and dried his hands on his trousers.

Alison laughed.
“Yeah, technically, they never said it wasn’t allowed” she said and smiled. She watched him drink, and it seemed fine, at least he didn’t roll on the ground in pain. She nodded, and took a few sips herself. Even though it was lukewarm, it was still good. She hadn’t drunk anything since lunch, after all.
“Well, at least we have water now. Our other problem is food” she said and sat down on the ground. She wondered how they would do that, she didn’t want to leave the fire alone and she didn’t want to put it out, because that meant they had to start it again.

He cupped his hands and drank even more of the water, now that they had determined that it was fine to drink.
“I’d like to believe that I’m a splendid hunter”, he said jokingly and pulled out the knife from his pocket. “I’ll probably suck at it, but I can try and you can stay here?” He looked at the knife, which had some resin on it. He dried it off on his trousers, carefully, so he wouldn’t cut himself, considering that he could be quite clumsy.

Alison swallowed, but nodded. She didn't really want to be left alone in the darkness, but she had to manage. Suck it up, she thought for herself and looked at Troye.
"I expect a fabulous dinner tonight" she said and laughed. She would never be able to hunt, but she hoped that Troye might. She sat closer to the fire, to get as much light on her as possible.