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Post by Evelyn Sparrow on Jan 11, 2008 11:29:43 GMT -5
((I think I have a tendency to forget about my classes. So I think we shall be moving onward, and hopefully this time I will remain diligent. As for last class, let’s just say, we ran out of time and you were sent away to prepare for this class in which you will actually be making a wit sharpening potion for grades.))
The day was rainy, as most people could tell from breakfast. Rainy with a bit of wind that you might have thought would blow the candles out if you didn’t know the ceiling was magical. But it was well after breakfast now, and even after lunch. It was a small shame that the weather didn’t decide to let up on the rain in favor of the sun, but that was how things were sometimes. It couldn’t always be sunny and nice. Rain was a necessary evil in life.
Although from where Evelyn sat now, there was no way to tell if it was raining outside, or if it was sunny. One of the down falls of the dungeons happened to be the lack of windows. Or at least real windows. As it was the rain and wind slammed against the castle walls, causing the whole place to groan with the noise from the storm. It would make for an interesting time for her students today. Last lesson they had talked about the Wit Sharpening potion. Its’ ingredients, its’ qualities, and how it should work. Today, they would be preparing it, without the help of Professor Sparrow.
She sat at her desk, a small pile of papers ready for the grading, most of them from a group of younger students studying things like bezor stones, and the magical properties of some common plants and animal parts. It was slow work, but it would keep her attention while she waited for the students to slowly trickle in. Today she would not take away points for tardiness, however, if they didn’t finish their potion in time they would reap the consequences. The students desks that were normally set up for groups of three to occupy them, were today, set up for a single student at each desk. There would be no helping each other, and no talking.
Words were written across the blackboard, in an elegant cursive:
Take a seat, and start working. You have 1 hour,starting at the begining of the class, to produce a wit sharpening potion. At the end of this, all potions will be sampled, and graded. If you do not finish, it will reflect.
Ingredents:
scarab beetle – ground up, preferably by pestle ginger roots – sliced evenly, about 10 roots armadillo bile – 4 cups, works best when fresh.
After ingredients are prepared, star by bringing the armadillo bile to a boil, the smell will be horrid. After a boil is reached, slowly add the ginger roots, causing the bile to foam, and fizz. Reduce the heat so that the potion does not overcook. A bit of green smoke will be frothing from your cauldron at this point. After it has had several minutes for the smoke to dissipate, and the potion to calm down, slowly add your powdered scarab beetle. At this point the potion will thicken, and turn a thick grey color. Let it sit for 15 minutes, stirring it clockwise four times every 2 minutes. At that point remove from heat, and let stand another 5 minutes before bottling.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jan 11, 2008 17:48:01 GMT -5
Caitlin walked down the steps to the dungeons, checking her watch as she went. Quite early, really, even more so than her previous lesson when she had actually intended to get there before class officially started. But she enjoyed potions, and had done her homework diligently so did not have to worry about not being prepared.
Tripping slightly over one of the steps, she regained her balance and continued to the classroom. No one was there yet, unsurprisingly.
"Hello Professor," she smiled cheerfully, unsure what had her in such a good mood but taking advantage of it before it disappeared again. With everything she had discoveredabout the shadow wars it was truly astonishing that she could wake up in a good mood, but that was what had happened this morning. Taking note of the instructions on the board, Caity got out the appropriate ingredients and started preparing them. No point in waiting for everyone else to arrive - she was slow by nature and wanted to avoid not finishing.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 11, 2008 18:50:58 GMT -5
He had just finished translating his French folk tales book into English for his youngest siblings when he checked the time. Frowning at how late it had gotten so quickly, he donned his school uniform, as he'd been drying out from his romp in the rain earlier, and packed his things up for potions class. This class would be interesting to say the least, he couldn’t help thinking to himself. With all the new things he was learning and the ease that he was finishing his homework and getting ahead, he needed something he wasn’t as proficient or experienced in to maybe give him a challenge.
Leaving his common room, Cavan made his way down the stairs with caution. It was hard enough getting down the stairs without tripping on his robes, but today the stairs were slippery from the rain and he was in no hurry to break his neck. Reaching the dungeon level he made his way to the potions classroom with ease, though he still didn’t rush. Just because he wasn’t on stairs, didn’t mean he wasn’t at risk of slipping and he was well aware of that fact.
Upon reaching the entrance to potions, he hesitated; taking a deep breath he continued in and found himself the second student to class. The other he noted was one of his housemates that he hadn’t seen before, but then again, that wasn’t odd for him, as he tended to have his noise in a book. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, as he noticed that the rain could make a great deal of people more sluggish and seemed to drain their energy, much like that of a dementor. He found himself smiling at that description as he moved to the front of the class, he found it quite entertaining. Choosing the left most seat in the front row of the class, he seated himself and then read the board, nodding slightly to the professor and the other student, in greeting. There he saw the instructions he would need to follow today, simple enough, now he just had to produce what was asked of the class and he’d once again prove he wasn’t just some little helpless, naïve first year.
Take a seat, and start working. You have 1 hour, starting at the beginning of the class, to produce a wit sharpening potion. At the end of this, all potions will be sampled, and graded. If you do not finish, it will reflect.
Ingredients: scarab beetle – ground up, preferably by pestle ginger roots – sliced evenly, about 10 roots armadillo bile – 4 cups, works best when fresh.
After ingredients are prepared, star by bringing the armadillo bile to a boil, the smell will be horrid. After a boil is reached, slowly add the ginger roots, causing the bile to foam, and fizz. Reduce the heat so that the potion does not overcook. A bit of green smoke will be frothing from your cauldron at this point. After it has had several minutes for the smoke to dissipate, and the potion to calm down, slowly add your powdered scarab beetle. At this point the potion will thicken, and turn a thick grey color. Let it sit for 15 minutes, stirring it clockwise four times every 2 minutes. At that point remove from heat, and let stand another 5 minutes before bottling.
He slowly began to gather the supplies, laying them out neatly in front of him as he waited for the other students to arrive and class to begin.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jan 12, 2008 0:30:31 GMT -5
D'rorah walked into class and immediately moved to the front row. She surveyed the steps on the board and began setting out her ingredients. While she was waiting, she began the process of slicing her ginger root and grinding her scarab, knowing that she would work most efficiently if she had everything prepared ahead of time.
She read through the directions on the board carefully three times, wanting to make sure she knew them before she actually began working on the potion. Tolerating nothing less than excellence from herself, she knew it best to be prepared. Once all of her materials were prepared, she set out her cauldron and waited for class to begin so she could actually begin making her potion.
((ooc: sorry it's short... I'm not feeling very creative lately))
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jan 12, 2008 2:09:22 GMT -5
Making his way through the shockingly cold dungeon levels, he observed the bleak nature of the stone on either side of him. He felt at one with it… But at the same time, it was something to be regarded; detested, even. Usually one held a blatant discomfort when confined in such a bleak scenario, but Dylan surmised it was slightly better for him than anyone else in the world. This was his element, and while it was not as it had been originally, shaped and molded as it was by wizarding kind. Nevertheless, it was his element, and he felt quite at home here, surrounded by the Earth’s materials.
His eyes trailing over the cold, grey stone, he found them finally come to rest upon his intended doorway. Jogging lightly down the small stairwell, he entered the classroom, strangely happy. Despite the dreadful weather and hence the impending cancellation of his own plans to train out on the Quidditch Pitch, he found himself strolling along, seemingly carefree, to sit beside D’rorah. There was a time when he would be the first to every class; obviously, of late, he had fallen out of that habit.
Sliding into the seat beside her, he gave first Caitlin, and then Dee herself, a bright smile. “Good morning, Professor,” he offered happily, retrieving what he could from his satchel and setting it upon the desk. Re-reading the ingredient list upon the board, he was somewhat glad to note that all three could be found within his own potions kit. Extracting the necessary components and instruments, he had the urge to provide D’rorah with a swift kiss to the cheek. Refraining given they were not alone, he remained content with another bright smile as he began to grind his scarab beetle with his mortar and pestle.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Jan 12, 2008 7:18:34 GMT -5
Keaira had little planned for the day; it was rainy, and cold, and as such all outside plans for her were canceled. All that the evening held promise for was a meeting with Zane, to start his training, and the patrol of the corridors for the first time with a partner. She sighed as she gathered her potions ingredients, and travel kit, and headed out the common room door. The small inconvenience the rain provided gave her ample time to study and do her homework, so the day, in her opinion, was not a complete loss.
Slowly walking the short corridor from her common room to the potions room, her mind slipped in to thoughts of yester-weeks. Days of sunshine and lost books, apples and pranks, late snacks and near kisses; they all seemed so long ago. The first day she had met Wysteria, the girl had thought Keaira had stolen her potions book, a small misunderstanding that lead to an interesting conversation, and future meetings. Now she was dead, and Keaira couldn’t help but feel that with Alessandro away from the school, he was in a similar danger. How would she take it if she heard that something bad had befallen him? Such thoughts occupied her mind until she reached the door that lead to the potions class.
Dien and Keaira had bonded in this room. She had been set up for her meditation that evening. Scented candles had filled the room with dim light and a warming scent, her grandfathers wooded flute had sung in to the air, and she had already taken her calming draught for the night. It had been an emotional experience, reliving her own past for the first time, sharing such intimate details with another person, and then to gain the knowledge of their suffering as well. Keaira stood there, her hand on the door knob, wanting both to run away from the classroom, and to enter and face it again.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Jan 12, 2008 11:03:22 GMT -5
It was a long way down. Zee had been in the Astronomy Tower, which was where he could typically be found now, sitting with his back against the wall and staring out at the open sky, watching the ledge and trying to see if he could make out Wysteria's graceful form pacing along it, slowly placing one foot in front of the other. It likely wasn't healthy for him, and he resolved to not return each time he left. Yet any free time at all would find him there.
He'd taken the mutilated chunk of metal that had once been D'rorah's serving tray with him. His power over metal had first really manifested that day when she'd told him of Wyst's death. The smooth, shiny tray had bent and twisted along with his insides, eventually even shifting form in a way that could normally only be achieved through melting it down and reshaping it.
Zee had been manipulating the thing, trying to shape it into a specific form. His powers were clumsy though, and he barely managed to get it looking vaguely humanoid by the time sweat was pouring down his cheeks from the effort. It was no good. He would have to try further after his training with Keaira that night.
Standing and removing the sweat from his body with a simply spell, Zee reverently placed the half foot metal figure in his bag and headed down the stairs. He figured he should at least show up for potions, even if his mind was far from the subject. Several minutes later he was walking through the dungeons toward the proper room. The bleak stone walls seemed somehow more confining that they had before. Zee imagined Dylan simply collapsing a section of the corridor he was walking through and smirked slightly. It was the kind of thing Zee would have wanted to do.
Rounding a corner, Zee paused at the unexpected sight of his Shadow Warrior standing there at the entrance to the potions room. She was not moving to enter, was not really moving at all. It made him wonder.
Zee was a very self-centered creature. Sometimes he wondered how much of his grief for Wysteria was from her loss of life, or if he simply was feeling a selfish desire to keep her. He had not felt much of anything at the news of Mordred and Dien's deaths, nor Teresa's. There had been something there, a great sadness and sympathy, when he experienced Keaira's memory of her grandfather's end, but that may have been her emotions overflowing into him.
Now though he stood and looked at her, and he wondered what she was thinking, how she felt. Alessandro, a boy who Zee admittedly held no love for, was missing. Perhaps he was safely tucked away somewhere, perhaps not. They had not heard, or at least they had not told Zee. He knew of the romance between the two, but not how deep it reached. Could she be feeling things similar to Zee's torment over the loss of Wysteria?
Unsure of what he was doing, or why, Zee moved forward quietly. As he neared her he reached out and gingerly placed one hand on her uninjured shoulder. He began to speak, but stopped and simply thought to her instead.
"Keair . . ."
Alecto?
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jan 12, 2008 14:45:01 GMT -5
D'rorah looked up as Dylan took the seat next to hers, contrary to her normal manner, she smiled brightly in response to his smile. While all around them there was gloom and despair, she was in an uncommonly good mood and feeling... chipper. A large part of it was likely seeing Dylan around and healthy after his attacks. It had been a long time since she had seen him in a class... and not just attentive, but actually smiling and happy. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice Keaira and Zane entering. All of her potions ingredients were set out and ready to go... she scarab beetle was ground to a fine powder and her ginger roots were sliced very precisely. She was standing at her station, as she had just been finishing her preparations, and she shifted subtly closer to his station. "Did you want any help with your ingredients?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jan 12, 2008 19:12:30 GMT -5
Finding a bright smile directed back to him, his mood improved significantly from its already buoyant state. Oblivious to anything else occurring inside the classroom or who might be entering it, his smile softened as she drew closer to him and offered some help with his things. “Perhaps… If you would be willing to help. Of course, I won’t go blowing things up this time around,” he said comically, remembering his last Potions lesson well. That had really not been a good day for him, and turned out to be a complete contrast to his current feelings, thoughts and actions.
Subtly sliding one hand away from his brilliantly crushed scarab and off the table, it found her own. His eyes facing the front, staring down in a seemingly interested manner at his ginger roots, it would seem as if he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary at all. And in fact, such an action was quite normal for Dylan. D’rorah managed to stir a romantic within him, as well as a happiness superior to any he had experienced over the last few years. Discontented that he would perhaps need to relinquish his hold on her hand to actually get any work done, he figured that perhaps this wasn’t the best class in which to hold hands.
Simply wanting to, he brought her hand to his lips briefly and offered a quick, happy smile to her. If they needed to separate hands, so be it, but he would do so only when it was required of him. Until then, he would savour the contact as long as possible.
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Post by mallan on Jan 12, 2008 19:52:32 GMT -5
Mallan had actually had some time and for once remembered that he had a class to go to; Potions Class. He was not looking forward to it. Mallan was never good at chemistry though Illy told him that it was more like cooking but Mallan was still apprehensive. He took his time admiring the art and architecture of the castle as he walked down the floors. Mallan smiled at a couple of students that gave him a nod and a smile as he passed. He had been trying to distract himself from the events of late and from thinking about the class he was about to attend. He was succeeding in his distraction until he came upon, what he thought was, the classroom entrance. Zee and Keaira were standing outside of it. Mallan was slightly uncomfortable at coming upon them while Zee was so close to her but he needed to get to class.
(Mallan politely cleared his throat to make them aware of his presence before walking up to them) Uh, hi Zee, hi Keaira. I apologize if I am interrupting anything. This is the potions class, correct? If it is I won’t stay to bother you. I just wanted to make sure as this is my first time in the dungeon. (Mallan made a open handed gesture of helplessness)
Mallan wasn’t sure himself and from the sights of them he hoped she was doing alright. Though, Mallan would not intrude Zee’s space to find out. Instead he patiently waited for them to acknowledge him and then let him pass into the classroom.
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Post by vivianv on Jan 12, 2008 22:51:11 GMT -5
Potions was probably the only class that Vivian was never tardy for. Today, however, the situation was a little different. It was the first time she was late for her favourite class. Having been caught in the rain, she had to return to the dungeons for a new set of robes. Trudging up from the dungeons to where the potions classroom was located, she fired a few curses at objects at random to vent her displeasure.
Nearing the classroom, she saw a trio standing right at the front of the entrance, neither of them making a move to enter. Two of them were Slytherins, like her, while the other was a Gryffindor who was seemingly engaging the Slytherins in conversation. Vivian was annoyed that they were blocking her way, and the fact that one of the Slytherins was actually the horrible Prefect who helped a certain Gryffindor to humiliate her. The three broomsticks incident will forever be ebbed in her memory.
Pushing past the trio rudely, purposely knocking Keira a little, she entered the classroom and made her way to the back of the classroom. Setting up her stationary and necessary equipments, she directed her attention to the board, with the elegant writing across it: Take a seat, and start working. You have 1 hour,starting at the begining of the class, to produce a wit sharpening potion. At the end of this, all potions will be sampled, and graded. If you do not finish, it will reflect.
Ingredents:
scarab beetle – ground up, preferably by pestle ginger roots – sliced evenly, about 10 roots armadillo bile – 4 cups, works best when fresh.
After ingredients are prepared, star by bringing the armadillo bile to a boil, the smell will be horrid. After a boil is reached, slowly add the ginger roots, causing the bile to foam, and fizz. Reduce the heat so that the potion does not overcook. A bit of green smoke will be frothing from your cauldron at this point. After it has had several minutes for the smoke to dissipate, and the potion to calm down, slowly add your powdered scarab beetle. At this point the potion will thicken, and turn a thick grey color. Let it sit for 15 minutes, stirring it clockwise four times every 2 minutes. At that point remove from heat, and let stand another 5 minutes before bottling.
Without further ado, Vivian went to the store cupboard for the ingredients. Vivian never had any problems with potion making, and was therefore rather confident in the task set.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Jan 13, 2008 15:08:50 GMT -5
Keaira’s attention seemed to be solely focused on an object that was nowhere in her vision. She didn’t move her body at all as she debated whether she had the strength to enter the classroom, or if she would simply not be able to stay there. Her mind was aware that there was another person approaching her as she stared ahead, undecided as to her course of action. Unmoving as the subject approached her mind wanted to scream at her body to react, but it seemed she would not.
As a hand gently touched her shoulder she cringed a little. Although she had no fresh wounds there she could sometimes still feel the pain that the bullet had caused when it ripped through her left shoulder. Tensing her body, she almost dropped all of her items at the one touch. It had been expected, but it was still not a welcoming thing. She chose not to turn towards the person that touched her, instead deciding that she would just have to go to class. But then the sound came.
[glow=red,2,300]"Keair . . ."Alecto?[/glow]
Alecto. So few people actually knew that was her name. The number that had heard her actually call her self by Alecto was few indeed. Once, in a single class she had been asked to introduce herself, and she had used her full name. Aside from that Alessandro was the only one she had freely given that name to. Her grandfather had always called her Alecto, but after his death, she had decided that part of her had gone with him. It was from then on she had been Keaira. Even now, her parents followed her wishes, and they call her Keaira. She silently wondered if that part of her would ever live again.
Turning towards the person she had known was Zane, she tried to place a smile on her face, hoping against all hope that it would not crack, but not holding any stock with in that hope. As she looked in to his eyes, her sadness overwhelming, she noticed the approach of another student. She turned away quickly, not wishing her emotions to be displayed so freely. Blinking the water that threatened to be loosed from her eyes she pulled her sleeve to her face, and quickly wiped it away. As she turned back to face the coming student she had a smile clearly on her face, as if there was nothing wrong.
“Hey Mallan, yes this is potions, and no you weren’t interrupting, we were just saying hello.” She smiled and gestured to Zee as she mentioned the ‘hello’ thing. It was a task continuing on as if things were normal, but to show the emotions that were being bottled up would be detrimental to her. Her fake smile shinning through, she turned and opened her mouth. “Wel-.” The word was cut off, as she found that she was roughly pushed in to the wall, her right shoulder banging in to the fall, and causing her eyes to wince closed. Noting that she should check her arm after class she turned back to the boys and shook her head.
“She mad, I landed her with a bit of trouble with the headmistress. But let’s get in to class before were really late.”
As she finished the words she pushed the door open, and headed for a seat in the second row. Reading the instructions on the board she smiled and nodded towards Professor Sparrow. It took her all of three minutes to pull out her cauldron, and set the bile up to boil. She knew that while the bile was boiling she would have plenty of time to slice her roots, and grind her beetle. She wanted Zee to sit near her, this was she could have the comfort of someone nearby, but didn’t voice the thought.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Jan 14, 2008 21:51:55 GMT -5
The slight cringe at his touch caused Zee quite the twinge of pain. There minds were linked; Zee understood it had not been the identity of the one touching her that had caused Keaira to react. Yet it reminded him sharply of when he'd lightly laid a hand on Wysteria's shoulder. She too had not seemed to appreciate the gesture and to Zee's fragmented ego, it was difficult not to think it was something about him, despite all logic and proof to the contrary.
When she turned to face him, Zee couldn't help but put a sad smile on. She was still trying to hide her feelings, despite the utter impossibility of doing so with him. Were their roles reversed however, he would likely try and keep his pain to himself as well. It seemed neither of them were even remotely comfortable with how close they had so suddenly become.
As they gazed into each others eyes Zee felt a strange cacophony of emotions. There was the feeling of desire and worry Keaira held for Alessandro, the desire and loss he felt for Wysteria. In those few seconds he felt all the affection he held for Wysteria along with all that Keaira held for Alessandro, and her eyes, though darker and closer to brown in color, still held the same hist of emerald that Wysteria's had.
Zee felt that perhaps everything would be all right. These feelings were currently overwhelming the simple lust for vengeance that he typically felt, and they were far more pleasant. Zee felt such comfort then and without realizing he was doing it, he began to lean in, his eyelids lowering.
Mallan's voice nearly made him jump as his eyes shot open and he turned to face the boy. It seemed Mallan had an uncanny ability to show up when his presence would be most annoying. Zee's smile was as convincing as Keaira's as he offered a small salute in greeting. Zee had become masterfully adept at displaying an emotion completely incongruent with that which he actually felt. Nodding along with Keaira's introduction.
He hadn't expected the small Slytherin girl moving by to act as she did and so made no move to prevent her. He winced along with Keaira as she struck her shoulder on the wall. He wasn't sure how hurt she was but he didn't want to go against her act in front of Mallan. Turning his eyes into the classroom after the violent young Slytherin, Zee elbowed Mallan very lightly in the side and turned his face to him, winking.
"Slytherins."
With that he followed Keaira into the class, and then into the second row. He sat in the seat beside her hoping the Master of Wind would not follow them, though given the friendly manner they'd greeted him with he might. Setting out his own potions kit somewhat half heartedly, he directed his mental attention toward his Shadow Warrior.
We'll find Alessandro.
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Post by Evelyn Sparrow on Jan 15, 2008 7:35:41 GMT -5
Evelyn smiled as she saw the room fill up with students. It was good to know that many of them had arrived early, and were already preparing their ingredients for the class. Correcting a few final things on the paper before her, she quickly jotted down an A. Placing her quill on her desk she stood up and straitened her robes. A few more students entered the room, all three of them Slytherins, and Evelyn thought she had seen another student lurking just beyond the door.
Walking towards the door, she gently pushed it open. Looking at the student in front of her, she searched her memory. Speaking softly, so that her words would not carry to the rest of the class she addressed the student. “Mister Baine, correct? The headmistress informed me that you would be joining us today. Now I know you might be a little unsure of yourself in this class, but that doesn’t mean you should stand outside the whole time. Come on in, and don’t be too worried, your potion will be graded lightly, as it is your first here.”
As she held the door open, and allowed the boy to move in to her class she turned to see that the rest of them were ready to go. She headed towards her desk and the stack of papers that were piled upon it. Pausing when she was directly behind it, she cleared her throat to gather the attention of any student that was preparing their items.
“As soon as you are ready to begin, feel free. When your potion is brewed and ready, remember to take a 2 oz vial and fill it. Label all potions with your name, and house please. I will be making my way through the class to check on your potions as you all work. So let’s get started.” Gracefully sliding down in to her chair she began making a new paper, dipping her quill in to the red ink vial that was on her desk, and placing an ‘X’ on the wrong answers.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 15, 2008 18:21:25 GMT -5
Cavan silently noted as each student entered the class, but was too busy grinding his scarab bettle and slicing his fresh ginger root evenly to greet them. He set out the armadillo bile, smiling to himself as this ingredient reminded him of his family's time in Texas, and waited for class to begin.
“As soon as you are ready to begin, feel free. When your potion is brewed and ready, remember to take a 2 oz vial and fill it. Label all potions with your name, and house please. I will be making my way through the class to check on your potions as you all work. So let’s get started.”
Upon these words, Cavan poured the bile into his cauldron and began heating it to a boil. The heat set, he turned back to finish the slicing of his ginger roots. When those were finally dealt with he took the time to look around the room as his fellow classmates. They all looked to be concentrating rather hard, though whether it was on the potions or something else wasn't known to him. He turned back to his cauldron, watching the bile as he waited for it to begin it's boiling, preparing himself for a very unpleasant stench.
As he watched the unmoving bile he poundered the uses of this potion and possible ways it could be improved or advanced. It was something he did with almost everything. He would first figure out what it was used for and then try and make it more useful and overall, better. It annoyed people sometimes, but he couldn't help it, so he normally did his thinking first and then later would write a great deal about it when no one was around, or when no one knew what he was doing.
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