Alchemy Class (Advanced) 2

Victoire walked into her empty classroom. She was the new Alchemy Proffessor. She knew her little brother took this class and she would be extra hard on him but he was in the advanced class. She wouldn't go easy just because of family. She would take points from anyone. She had her lesson planned out.

Victoire would teach about Indian Alchemy. She would also asing a essay on it. She had her plans for the events in next class.

She waited for the students to come in. She was so excited to meet them.

THANK. GOD. FOR ALAN'S REPLACEMENT.
Perhaps it was sad to say that this was prrobably the moment of exuberance James Wake had ever felt since he was nine. Life had been hell for the young man since he was old enough to use magic. There was only real reason why. ALAN FRIGGIN' WAKE. The man had prestige, had power, and knew how to stay invisible. He was perhaps the worst human being in all of existence, but James had never said it to the man's face. He would have probably taken it as a compliment.

And now, he was gone. Gone from Hogwarts, before he could reveal the most unsettling secrets behind the creation of Dementors, the results of Human Alchemy, the origin of the Philosopher's stone. James was actually excited to be in class for the first time EVER. He would return home during the summer break to fight Alan's harsh treatment once more, but until then, James would get to zip through what felt like the easiest course in the entire school. Alan was probably back at the Ministry, working tirelessly to ensure nobody would ever use Alchemy the "wrong" way. As if creating a Philosopher's stone wasn't enough for the monster, he had to go out and ensure that nobody ever tried to make it again.

James walked almost proudly to the Alchemy Classroom. He even let off a student with a fanged frisbee with a strict warning, instead of deducting points and openly embarassing the boy in front of all of his little friends. He quickly climbed up to the room he had once feared entering. But as he did, his euphoria began to nose-dive. Now he would have to put up with the redundant lessons of a real Professor. Well, it was better than nothing, but...

James flexed the gloved fist of his Alchemic Arm. Perhaps he was over thinking it, but perhaps class would become boring. Knowing too much Alchemy had its faults after all. James quickly shook off the foreboding thought and entered the room, each foot step closer and closer to the front row. He took a seat in the second, of course.

A boy had come in. "Well you must be James Wake." She said. She gave him parchment and said "We will learn about Indian Alchemy. Do you want to be my helper today." She told him.

She smiled and waited for his answer. She looked to an expression on his face. He might've had something on his mind. She thought about something herself. She needed to have this job for a while. Sje loved working at hogwarts. "Oh im sorry where are my manners," She told him "Im Victoire Weasley."

"Rasa Shastra? I'm surprised you're willing to tackle the fun stuff in the first class," James Wake smiled back as he took the parchment. This day was now going WAY too well. Indian Alchemy was his personal favorite subject, being the base of the Philosopher's stone's most amazing property. His arm was based one several forms of Alchemy, but for the most part, it was Indian Alchemy that allowed him to alter its form as he wished.
"What do you need me to do Professor Weasley?" he asked her, quill already in hand.

Angelique had originally had big hopes for Alchemy. Not only was it intellectually challenging, but it was getting her out of potions, and away from the new Headmaster. Angelique had made her judgement based on the admittedly shaky premise of "all Hogwarts Headmasters are bonkers," but according to Naomi, who did have a class with him, it had turned out to be true.

Thinking of Naomi, Angelique hadn't seen her around lately. Not that they were best friends or anything, but she was usually on the periphery of 'Lique's awareness.

Hmmm.... she'd turn up.

Back to your regularly scheduled musings. Alchemy had been a disappointment. Mostly because the guy who was teaching it up and disappeared. He was probably dead. Or locked in Azkaban. Angelique knew how these things worked, you know. If he was teaching at Hogwarts, he was almost certainly a Death Eater, which means if he suddenly wasn't teaching at Hogwarts, he'd come to a gruesome end. Sad but true.

So now they had another teacher. She looked way too sweet to be at all nice. Angelique was ready for the worst.

Victoire smiled. As a girl walked in. "You must be Angelique. Im Proffessor Weasley." Looking at James. "First do you know anything about Indian Mythology because all you have to do is explain to class what it is and by my co-teacher." He said. "For the rest of the year. Is that ok with you?" She asked him.

She waited for him to answer and looked at the Slytherin girl. She seemed like she had something on her mind. She turned to James again.

Louis walked into the room. He almost passed out when he saw Vicotire. "Victoire what are you doing here." She looked like she was... TEACHING!!! She was the new Alchemy teacher. Why hadnt she told him! Louis took a seat. Maybe she was going to make him look likr a bloody fool. She wanted to shoot a hex at her so frikin' bad. But would points be deucted.

Louis saw the parchment on his desk. He turned to James. "Is she the new teacher? Tell me its not true." He said. He looked at her and then in French he said "Mais qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?" Which meant What the hell are you doing here?

((Posting as Victoire))

Victoire smiled and looked at Louis. "Im enseignement idiot" She said which meant. Im teaching silly. And looked a James. "Excuse me." She looked at Louis. "Louis dont interupt me in class....." She didnt wanna say it but she did. "3 points from Gryffindor." She let out. Hoping that Louis wouldnt hate her. She sat at her desk and started grading peoples papers from the Beginners class.

"Alright then..." muttered James Wake between his teeth. It was pretty irresponsible for a teacher to rely upon a student to handle the much broader subjects. Still, he could handle the workload. It would be fine to be her co-teacher... for now. Assuming she did not extend into the worst parts of Alchemy, such as Philosopher Stone and Human transmutation. Indian Alchemy was interesting because it could be used to create specialized elixers, but it was by no means the cruel practice of Human Alchemy. James inhaled sharply, and turned to the "class." Two (other) students? That was a disappointment.

"Shall I begin Professor, or should we wait for more students?" James queried the grading teacher. What could she possibly be grading at this point?

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