It took over an hour, by which time Albus was thoroughly bored of watching his sister mutter to herself while she ground, mixed, weighed, and stirred the ever-changing potion. After it had bubbled for the third time and the mixture settled into an unsettling black liquid, Lily took an empty tube from her robe, filled it close to the brim, and corked it. The rest she pored the recently excavated mound of dirt on, and steam rose from the spot giving off a pleasant aroma of cinnamon and ginger.