Lesson 6 - N.E.W.T. Level

Bloody hell, he came here only to be the Headmaster, and to think that he had almost been denied that promise, and now he is limping to the Dungeons to teach Potions... all over again, to hormone raging brats who have absolutely no interest in these bottles filled with colorful liquids. Yes, he had been some sort of puppet Headmaster, but he did actually have far more authority than anyone thought, which made him a powerful nemesis to those who wanted to control him, but more on that later, right? He sat on top of his desk, starting to play with his cane, waiting for the brats to arrive.

Jack had woken up insanely early and had been left with nothing to do. Still, she was disappointed to see she was the first one in her first class of the day, Potions. She sighed as she headed for the back of the class, collapsing into her chair and pulling out her random apparatus that she needed for the class. She pushed them on to the table and glanced around.

Where was Brienne and Amelia, if anything else? Those two were insanely dedicated to their education, for whatever strange reason. Why was it Jack was the one showing up early, rather than the Ravenclaws. She shook her head. "This generation," she joked, as though she had the right to complain about youngsters nowadays.

Roxanne scooped the last of her scrambled eggs with her fork, shoving them into her mouth in a rather ungraceful manner. Mealtime was one of those moments where she didn't even bother to act ladylike, it just wasn't going to happen. She had the appetite of a teenage boy and usually had two or three servings of whatever she could get her little hands on. Glancing down the table, she noticed a few of her house members who would also be heading to Potions. She thought about waiting for them, but a quick glance down at her watch alerted her that she should make her way down there now. Arriving to class at least ten minutes early was something that she always did, she was obsessive about it. Punctuality was a positive trait and she practiced what she preached. Grabbing her leather brown satchel filled with more books than necessary, she heaved it over her shoulder and made her way out of the Great Hall.

The walk down to the dungeons was thankfully short; she didn't have far to walk alone. She managed to accidentally bump into a few first years on her way to the classroom but those were casualties she didn't mind. She wasn't really one for younger children. She had a difficult time believing that she had ever been so obnoxious or tiny. They were like midgets...who talked way too frequently, laughed far too loudly, and seemed to, for some reason beyond her, find themselves to be hilarious.

As she walked into the classroom, she smiled in a flirtatious manner towards Doyle, as she involuntarily did whenever she was around someone of the male persuasion. She took her usual seat in the front of the class and began unpacking her things in the methodical manner which she normally did. Her parchment went on the right hand side with her textbook located two inches away from it to the left. Her jar of ink and quill went about an inch above her parchment and textbook, more towards the middle. She never really noticed that she did this, this same positioning day in and day out, it was like she was running on auto-pilot. After arranging her things, she laid her hands in her lap, glancing around and noticing that she was one of two students in the room. That wasn't much of a surprise for her, it was normally that way.

The dungeons were flipping freezing during the winter. Now spring had bloomed, things were getting better. It was still freezing but it wasn't nearly as cold as it had been -- if that made sense. It probably didn't.

Potions was today. Elijah hadn't really been attending classes lately and today seemed as good as any to start doing so again. So, after donning his uniform (which had been collecting dust) and packing his bag, Elijah left the Slytherin Dungeons and headed up to the Great Hall for some breakfast.

After dining with the rest of his peers, Elijah headed back down to the dungeons and entered the potions classroom. He was disappointed to find that he was late. Well, not that late. Still, the Slytherin pursed his lips and slunk into the classroom. He looked around, idly wondering where to sit, when his eyes fell on Natasha. Elijah grinned and wandered over. He tapped her on the shoulder and smirked at her.

"I hope this seat isn't taken?" He referred to the seat beside her.