Potions Class Two, with the Nice d'Eath

Jack was once again late for Potions. Herbology just didn't seem to give him a break, did it? He just couldn't worm his way out of anything with that class. It was good this Potions was his only break. He coughed once, and spit out a ball of phlegm into a napkin, which he quickly deposited into a nearby knights suit. Hurrying into the dungeons, the 7th Year paused right outside the door, and pressed his probably flying hair against his head, and proceeded to walk in.

What.

Was this real life? He wasn't too sure. As of this point, Jack was the only male student in the classroom. Around him were giggling hot messes that were doing potions or otehrwise gossiping about their new sub. While Jack was excited about the fact that they had a sub, he didn't really care. Jack shuffled to his usual seat in the back of the class, dropping his bag next to the chair. It was about then when Jack took in his surroundings. Polyjuice Potion, Again? Well he didn't complain. He could finally get better at it. All girls? Was that a good or bad thing? He'd have to find out.

Jack pulled his slightly torn Potions book from his bag, before dropping it on the desk. Flipping the pages through, he looked around the class boredly.

The bell rung and a few minutes passed before the Milo stumbled out of the office, a pink streamer wrapped all around his body. He grinned and hopped to the front, bound by stream and restricted in his movement. "Hello class." He paused, saying louder in a prompting manner, "HELLO CLASS!" expecting a hello back. "As you can see, I am not Professor d'Eath. I am the more handsome, melodious, charming Professor d'Eath. You may all call me Milo, though. My dear half brother eloped with his own ego. If anyone wishes him a happy marriage and tells me his reaction, I'll give you twenty points."

He laughed. "Now, you see what needs to be done. Advanced students, once you get to the fourth step, report to me. I'll give you half your marks for the first half of the potion and then give you a bath that has stewed for eighty minutes to work with. Now, the most important part of this lesson is not the potions. I promised Ally, that's the other d'Eath (again, if anyone calls him that, you'll earn twenty points) that I'd spruce up his classroom. I will go around dumping these decorations in your potions if you don't pick some up and decorate a bit. Alright? Well... get to it!"


Attendance
Gryffindor: 30
Ravenclaw: 20
Hufflepuff: 10
Slytherin: 10

Anyone who attends after this message will get 5 points for attendance. Please post!

I will assume all students are here UNLESS YOU STATE IN YOUR POST THAT YOU ARE LATE in which case YOU WILL LOSE POINTS. Simply post saying your character was in fact in the class.

No one had properly guessed the subtitle riddle yet.

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She was generally good at potions, but she didn't remember ever making Polyjuice Potion before. She ran to the store cupboard, and looked for some Fluxweed. "Here we go" she said reaching up high for it, she grabbed it after a few minutes and walked back to her cauldron, even though her excitement was exploding form the inside. She got her measuring, what was it? A spoon, ladle? She didn't know. She opened her sachet of fluxweed, and poured 3 measures of it into her cauldron, she was expecting a boom into her face, but everything was ok for now.

"Add 2 bundles of knotgrass into the cauldron" she read aloud, and looked around cluelessly, what the hell was considered a bundle? She guessed it was like an abundance which meant a lot. She chucked it into the cauldron, and an explosion escaped from it, leaving ash over her face, she started sobbing as she knew she had to start again, potions was now the worst subject in he opinion.

After getting over her shock at Milo's entrance (She still couldn't decide whether or not he was a good teacher), Saoirse shook her head to clear it and began to carefully read the instructions in her book. Her mother had a deft hand in potions, and Saoirse didn't want to disappoint her. She had always done well helping out in the home. It was the wand work that she seemed to have some trouble with.

Saoirse took the bezoar she had gotten from the cupboard and put it into the mortar. Grabbing her pestle, she began to grind it against the bezoar, crushing it into large chunks, then those large chunks into tinier and tinier chunks. She brushed her hair impatiently out of her eyes as she continued to grind. She pounded the mortar until her arm got very sore, only then did she decide that it was adequately crushed.

Now picking up a small beaker, Saoirse measured out four measures of the crushed bezoar and tipped it into the cauldron. After reading the next line of the instruction, Saoirse then measured out two measures of standard ingredient and added it to the cauldron as well. Now came the tough part: lighting a fire underneath the cauldron. She wasn't a real great shake with the wand yet.

"Incendio," she whispered, poking her wand at the space underneath the cauldron.

She only managed a bit of smoke, wich curled out from the tip of her wand.

"Incendio!" she said a little more forcefully, this time getting a small spark, but no fire.

"INCENDIO!" she finally cried, exasperated.

The wand finally produced a burst of flame, rather larger than Saoirse had intended. Great, now the heat would be too great. Too bad she didn't know how to lower the temperature of the fire. She made herself a mental note to look that up later. Hoping that it wouldn't affect the results of her potion too drastically, Saoirse allowed the fire to burn for five seconds before putting it out. She then waved her wand over the potion brewing in her cauldron, and now she could only wait....or, she supposed she could try out that new charm she had learned this morning.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Saoirse chanted, flicking and swishing her wand at the stuffed doll she had recovered from the boxes.

The doll hovered for a few seconds, then dropped back down to the table and rolled off. Well, she'd have the next 40 minutes to get it right and hang these decorations.

She had done already first part of the potion and she needed to wait now for while. She had nothing to do so she looked what others are doing. She stood up and walked to the front of class and looked into these boxes, she had no idea what she should she take there. "Hmm..," she said and walked back to her seat, she didn't take there anthing. She had no idea what she should do with any of these things what were there in the boxes, maybe later whe will take there something, when she will have some ideas.

„Hello Milo,“ Shay said loudly and blushed, because it seemed like she was the only one who did that, she covered her face with her hand. It was embarrassing.

Shay read Antidote to Common Poisons instructions several times, just to be sure she doesn't mess anything up and started with her potion. She took one beozar and put this into the mortar. Ade grabbed her pestle and milled it against the beozar. Once Shay's beozar was finely ground, she took the beaker and used it to measure out four measures of the crushed bezoar and and added them into her Brass cauldren, the girl also measured 2 measures of Standard Ingredient and put them into her cauldron as well.

Next she needed to lit the fire below her cauldren, it wasn't hard, because Shay had done this so many times. “Incendio,” she said self-confidently and a flame of fire burst out of her wand. She counted to five, obscured the flame and waved her wand. Now she just had to wait thirty-four minutes. Adriana checked her watch and calculated at time she needed to return to his potion.

“Mr D'eath,” Ade raised her hand, she felt weird calling teacher Milo again, “I´m ready!” She had to report, righ.
Girl gazed large boxed, full of different decorations. “Um, I think I think I´ll just decorate the classroom now?” she asked.

So they had one of those type of relationships, did they? Pretty pink frills coming right up. No! Wait! This was potions. TIME TO DECORATE LIKE IT'S 1988.

Shylock retreated to the potions cupboard to collect the things he would need. A handful of moss, some rare mushrooms and of course, those obligatory beetle eyes.

Absently, he flicked a fire charm toward the cauldron and flicked his book open to the page marked Polyjuice potion, though he didn't seem to be reading the page at all.

Saoirse was wielding the Wingardium Leviosa charm much better now. She kept her eyes completely focused on the Hello Kitty doll floating above her head, concentrating on keeping it afloat. It was much harder to maintain the further away the item would go.

Saoirse tucked her bottom lip underneath her teeth, and screwed her eyebrows together as she worked on placing the doll into its assigned spot. With meticulous care, Saoirse lowered the doll, to be perched precariously over the door to the professor's office. It sat nearly perfectly on the upper frame of the door. Next, Saoirse dangled the daisy-chain garland beneath the small cartoon cat, creating a sort of frame for the stuffed feline. Unsure of what to do with the Hello Kitty keychain, Saoirse finally decided to merely pin it to the center of the professor's office door; approximately at a male adult's eye-level, so that it would not be missed.

Satisfied with her work, Saoirse returned to her seat just in time to see the last grains of her hourglass run dry. Saoirse had left her potions book open to the correct page, and her ingredients were still undisturbed, lying in their perfect little rows. Wasting no time, Saoirse began:

She first took up the powdered Unicorn Horn, taking two pinches and adding it to the cauldron. Holding the ladle delicately between three fingers, Saoirse stirred clockwise twice. The potion turned a darker green than mentioned in her potions book, but at least it was still green. After adding two mistletoe berries and stirring twice anti-clockwise, the potion turned slightly lighter. The shade was still a bit off, however Saoirse guessed that it was due to being heated at too high of a heat. Saoirse waved her wand over the potion to complete it. Now came the really hard part.

"Professor d'Eath, would you like sample of our potion placed in a stopper?" Saoirse asked a bit tremulously, her hand raised half-way into the air, "or do you just want to see it at our table, because I'm done and....."

Saoirse trailed off. Speaking to other human beings had never been her strong point.

Amelia opened her book to page 262. She wondered if there was a potion in her for grief. She would have to check later then find someone to make it for her knowing she lacked the Potions skills. She started to skim over the instructions. She copied them down so she could remember what she needed to get.

She found all of the ingredients she would need. She starred at the instructions trying to memorize it. If she couldn’t make the Potion right she could try to recite the instructions. It was worth a shot. Now she waited for more instructions.