An Essay for Two

Keith hated homework.

No, that wasn't true. He didn't hate practicing spells, or mixing potions, (unless they were really boring potions) and he could even endure some reading, if he was in a particularly good mood. But one thing Keith couldn't stand was writing.

Essays. He hated them. He hated everything about them. From the parchment to the quill to the words to the...other stuff...that made up essays. Grammar. Syntax. Stuff like that.

And yet writing an essay was exactly what Keith found himself doing. Snuggled deep in his favorite chair, (a particularly comfy one with an excellent view of the grounds) quill in hand, Keith stared down at his parchment and sighed.

Please explain why Tullumn's First Law (that any conjured item will eventually vanish) is true. Use examples.

"Crap."

Kevin was in a bad mood. He had a crapload of homework because he mouthed off to the professor in Potions Class. He struggled into the Common Room, being dragged by his heavy bag that was filled with books. He had to write an essay on the Wolfsbane Potion. How it was concocted and all of that crap. Kevin plopped himself down onto an armchair with a small table nearby. He took the Potions book out and flipped to the Wolfsbane Potion page.

"One sip of this and you're guaranteed--" he said as he shut the book out of anger. Kevin looked up to find another kid going through the same thing. He looked older than him by a couple years.

Kevin again focused his attention to the battered book on the table. "If you're gonna give me a book at least give me a one that isn't missing pieces," he murmured to himself, wanting to throw knives at the teacher.

Keith was not one to be easily distracted.

OK, that was a lie. He was very easily distracted. Especially when he was being presented with something he really, really didn't want to do, something he could probably just copy off of some Hufflepuff before class tomorrow.

So when he heard a few angry mutterings to his right, he couldn't help but be intrigued. "Wolfsbane potion?" He asked, leaning over and taking a quick peek at the kid's book before it was angrily slammed shut. "Bit advanced for a first year. You must've really made Amelia mad," he said, casually throwing out Professor Lyons' first name to show how awesome he was.

Callum walked into the common room with the normal amount of homework. He had made the best potions in the class and sat down and did his homework. "Hey Keith.", he said.