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Phase 1-Entering the Bloodstream:
Draco swore as the blade nicked him, "Dammit!" Draco had been working on an experimental potion to enhance the senses, independently, when he had nicked his hand on the blade he was using to cut through the eye of newt. God it burns! Draco thought to himself. He cradled his injured hand to his chest and glared at the blade. He tried to remember everything he had used that on. Armadillo Bile-for sharpening wit- he had popped the cork on the bottle, eye of newt-for sharper vision-akin to that of a cats, cut ginger roots-an aspect that just proved to raise a body awareness of its surroundings, and something else...
He couldn't remember, no matter how hard he tried, his brain just couldn't function. He grabbed a towel and dampened it, laying it across his marred palm. He struggled against the bile rising in his throat, and a buzz that was gnawing at the back of his eyelids. Slowly he drew himself up. He wrapped the towel securely around his palm, and began working slowly at putting the materials away. Two empty bottles he didn't recognize sat taunting him. They were faintly pink from what whatever had been in the bottle. Draco frowned. Now what had been in there? He thought to himself.
He finished up, and headed to the door pausing only to grab the two empty bottles. He walked to Madame Pomfrey who bustled him in without a word, listening as he told her how he had cut himself.
Madame Pomfrey scoffed, "I find it surprising you actually cut yourself! You're known for your concentration!"
Draco's cheeks tinged the lightest shade of pink, "I got lost in my thoughts." He mumbled Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
Finally she finished, "Do you remember what you put in the potion? Or maybe just used the blade to prepare?"
Draco listed off the things he remembered before adding, "There was one thing that I couldn't remember though. All I have are these vials," he held them up; "You might be able to figure out what it was."
Madame Pomfrey's eyebrows furrowed, "With such small amount, it will take a while to process. I might not even be able to get enough to test. I will contact you when I have information. You may go Mr. Malfoy." Pomfrey turned away. Sensing his dismissal Draco turned and left, quiet as he had come. His steps were already lighter, more graceful. Phase One had begun.