Potion making
Ninety-eight
Ninety-nine
This potion needed to be stirred precisely 100 times, then left untouched for two hours. Weeks of effort came to this moment.
A pair of large grey eyes appeared over the table's edge, along with a small chubby hand reaching out towards the cauldron.
"No! Hot!" Draco pushed his son's hand out of the way before he could get too close to the flames or the scalding cauldron bottom. The potion gurgled angrily at having been stirred on too many times, and Scorpius started to cry in shock.
Draco scooped the toddler up. "How'd you even get in here?" Scorpius blinked innocently. "Right. Cauldron -" he pointed to it. "Very hot. Ouch. Don't touch it." The toddler nodded solemnly. Draco scanned his supply shelves until he found a mandrake leaf. Handing Scorpius the leaf he instructed "Drop it in the potion, ah not in your mouth, right in there, very good."
The contents solidified at once and Draco vanished it with his wand. " All gone!" Scorpius squealed. "Play time!"