Flint's brow was creased as he tried to decipher Myrtle's words. He didn't dislike his superioir- she was pretty pleasant most of the time, bu the damnable accent made her bloody difficult to understand. He got the gist though. They were going to fight a badger. Just the two of them. Against a badger. He sighed deeply. They would certainly need something to assist them. He hadn't heard of how effective his explosives would be against them, but their size would mean that he would need to be lucky. It seemed like chilli would be his best bet. He nodded at Myrtle. "I'll go and get some chilli ready."
He turned with a flourish of his cloak and fumbled around in his pocket for his gloves. They were sturdy things, and since he had a few cuts on his paws, he really didn't want to have to deal with the stinging, burning sensation that came with the powder.
Sitting down at the desk in his room, he reached up and took the huge chilli he had down. He might need this much. Perhaps not. Taking his scalpel, he made a slit along the middle of it, then, with a little effort, parted the two sides. Reaching inside, he pulled out the seeds- where the spice was concentrated- and placed them down. The flesh tasted pretty good when you cut it right. That wasn't his concern now however.
He took his largest pestle and motar and placed three of the seeds in, before setting to work, his goggles affixed to his eyes. He really didn't want to go blind here. Potion making was distinctively hard when one could not see their ingredients, nor source them,
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