Lily frowned, and then she knelt in the dirt, getting mud on her knees and robe. She then dug her hands into the damp soil and started clawing like an animal until she had dug a big enough hole to mix her concoction. Disgusted but intrigued, Albus watched her masterfully mix the ingredients hidden in the folds of her robes. She had a gold stopwatch that she used to make sure the mixture brewed for exactly the right amount of time and a tiny set of scales to get each part right to the milligram. Somehow, she had carried a pestle and mortar all this way, and when the potion called for it, she pounded and pounded until the animal part was ground to dust a mashed to a gloopy slime. Each new element of the mixture went into the crude dig hole in the ground and was mixed, either clockwise or anti-clockwise the exact number of times at the exact speed required before the next thing went in.