Basic Class 1

Bane ran up and down several staircases, furious that he was already running late, on his first day of classes. He had hoped, that being in his third year at Hogwarts, being late wouldn't be too much of a problem, yet he found himself walking into his Alchemy class, already late. "Sorry I'm late, sir." Bane said adressing the new headmaster for the first time, as he entered the classroom. He then quickly took a seat.

Of course, spiritual Alchemy. The art of re rendering of spirits and souls into consumable forms, or simply to pry the information from their forms. James was surprised that he had failed to mention that. He hadn't mentioned elixirs on purpose though- he had always consider the creation of elixirs to fall within the potion/transmutation line. He copied down these terms, looking up at the professor, expecting more and more information. The theory behind Alchemy was very important- get it wrong and everything could go wrong.

Wasn't that a pleasant surprise - a gryffindor at class. "No worries Mr.Lincoln," Vincent said. The boy was only a little late after all. "Please copy down what is on the board," he added. Next, he took out a Knut from inside his pockets and showed it to the class. Alchemists can make simple objects such as this into objects of vast value. Suddenly, he turned the coin into silver. "Today you will be learning how to turn an object into silver. Remember, in alchemy we cannot increase the size of the object you are using Transmutation on. Small objects are easier to trans mutate, while larger metals are of course, harder. Now, when you have copied that all down, come to the front of the class and take a Knut. By the end of the class you will have to have created this into precious silver."

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Hufflepuff: 25 points
Slytherin: 10 points
Gryffindor: 10 points
Ravenclaw: 25 points

Suh-weet James hummed to himself. One lousy little knut? In silver? He knew that the class was all about alchemy, and he could only take Basic, but this was too easy. James snapped his fingers and flipped a knut from his pocket into the air with his right hand. The left hand was already digging his pocket for a piece of chalk. It was a challenge- if he caught the knut in his right hand, then he would perform circle-less Alchemy, a much more specific form of Alchemy. If he could whip out the chalk before then, then he would perform circle-based Alchemy. His left hand, being the deft one, won the battle. He quickly drew the circle on the table in front of him, catching the bronze-colored coin with the other hand. He drew two perfect circles, one inlaid within the first. He then drew two pentagrams at a 45 degree difference within the circles, and slammed the knut in the center. He cracked his fingers and clapped his hands, as if in prayer, and placed them at the edges of the circles. The transmutation seemed slow before his eyes, as he watched bronze dissolve into silver, but in reality, the transformation was nearly immediate.

He flipped a now silver knut into the air and caught with his left hand.

Keith nodded towards Abbey and sidled over towards her, pulling out his quill and parchment on the way. He took the parchment in his lap and set the quill to rest lightly on top of it, tapping it with his wand and lightly muttering a word. As soon as he did, the quill began zooming across the parchment, copying down whatever the headmaster said. He allowed himself another small grin. With the notes taken care of, he could move onto the lesson.

His eyes immediately strayed towards what James was doing. Everyone in Ravenclaw knew James as the alchemy wiz, and Keith knew talent when he saw it. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to make much sense of James' bizarre ritual, and so sighing, he pulled out his textbook.

Vincent watched as James took out a Knut and transformed it into silver. He watched curiously, wondering where the boy had learned that all. He decided he would ask later, now wasn't really the time. He did notice however that the other students were looking awfully confused as they saw what James was doing. "5 points to Ravenclaw Mr.Wake, but what Wake is doing is far to advanced for the rest of you right now. You should all just hold the Knut in your palm and concentrate as you imagine it to turn into silver."

Miseria sighed quietly. Right. Getting there, infront of the class and look at Him would be a pleaserable thing. She didn't even get up but let the knut fly over the classroom, in her hands. For a second, she looked at this young man, Wake. Ravenclaw, of course. She shrugged to herself. No, she will not copy this way of his to make silver.

She put little knut in her hand and pointed wand at it. She waited for few seconds, looking at her pale palm and then the changins started. But it didn't turn into silver. It turned into shining gold. “Oh,“ she sighed in disapointment. That was fail.

James decided to try it in the Western style. He began to flip the coins between his fingers, his mind concentrating, not on the coin, but on the very essence of the object. It's atomic bases. Each compound that was used to compose the knut. It was not hard to do after five-odd years of practice, but each transformation ebbed at his concentration. He, however, could not give up the chance to show off even more. Transmutation was his forte, his favorite thing, and he would never, ever, fail to show them who he was- an alchemist, first and foremost. A medium between the right and wrong, the grey area that many ignored, but was never ignorant. They were the first chemists, the forebears of science, and still remained at the vanguard of exploring that which, for lack of better knowledge, was unexplored.

James' fingers seemed to move like a wave, as the coin flipped between each knuckle, changing with each jostle. Bronze to Silver, Silver to bronze. It danced across them with unnerving ease, but when he finally caught the coin between his thumb and fingers, it was a very solid gold. James, satisfied, pocketed the knut, and began to erase the chalk with his sleeve.

Vincent watched as Miseria failed to make it silver on her first attempt. "It seems like your frail mind is incapable of thinking of the correct metal you want it to transform to," Vincent said coldly. "Silver, not gold. Though gold is better, I doubt that that is gold in its precious form. Concentrate on creating it into silver, then use your magic to do so," he advised.

[Majere will be mean to Miseria, but he won't deny her points and a good grade if she does well ]

Abbey quickly jotted down all the notes she was getting on alchemy. She searched around in her pocket until she had finally produced a Knut. "Ah! There we go!" she said.

Abbey placed the Knut in the palm of her hand, and aimed her wand at it. Abbey concentrated with all her might at the thought of the tiny Knut turning into a piece of shining silver. The Knut quivered in her hand. Abbey held her breath, but sighed as the Knut turned into half a piece of silver, not a whole piece.