Emil smiled, his lips going in a little crooked grin in a smooth transition. He chuckled softly, temporarily losing the grin, but it stuck right back like a rubber band slingshot. He'd have lots of fun during the school year. His one and only passion was sports, they were like women to an especially randy straight man. He could only imagine what half the stuff in this place would do to errant teachers, or bullies that might try something funny. Even to opponents on opposing teams as a method of getting back at them for winning. The possibilities were endless for Emil's over active imagination.
"Asshole or prat. Yeah, I like the word asshole though. I shall call him that, because he deserves to be outright told that. He hates me especially because I don't know his materials that well, even though I've tried for so long to get used to them. He's hard to deal with", Emil said. He eyed the pills, "If that's the case, then I won't combine them, but I will get more than one of them, never know when they'll come in handy. That teacher of mine teaches something called an 'essential' course, which I was told was needed for me to do anything in life. I have no choice but to be there". He frowned at the thought of that teacher. He smiled again when he thought of the Puking Pastille and the Fever Fudge. "I imagine no one would, but they don't do it orally at Durmstrang", his face paled, "They take it in...you know". He was pointing at his rear and nodding grimly.
"You've recommended just the right thing! Last year, a student was caught with candy in his classroom. He sent the student to the Headmaster and the kid got a detention. The fat-ass took the bag of candy and munched away on it during his next class he was teaching. I happened to be in that class" Emil's eyes narrowed, "It was if he were making us feel below him. Like servants for his own amusement". He shuddered at the thought. He bit his lip, "What does that candy do, anyway?" He poked the candy, "It's very cool looking, and seems the perfect thing".