[1-5] Potion's Class; a beginning.

[Bryce Nichols Tudor]

Years 1-5 Potion’s Class.

A short swift walk from his office to the potions classroom was heard in the echoing silence of the dungeons. Bryce Tudor wasn’t particularly excited about the first class of the year; it was hard to stem excitement over a class who very well may have no idea what they were doing. Then again, many students didn’t anyways. The only thing that could have made it worse was the fact it was an early morning class, and he wouldn’t be waking up students from a slumber nicely either. As he walked into the classroom with a briefcase in one hand and the handle of a cage in another, he glanced about; nothing had changed since he had been the “eager” student. Bryce was a fairly new professor and so the limit of respect would be set. The only matter to get in the way of that respect was his physical characteristics. He couldn’t help but to appear as if he was extremely young, he probably would have fit in as a seventh year that had been held back once or twice. That wouldn’t intimidate the potion’s professor, very little did.

With his wand in hand he flicked his wrist so the candles lighting the dim room within the dungeons shined a bit brighter, although it was still chilly. The slight lighting made a difference in atmosphere which the students would need desperately. His fingers ran over the desk at the front of the classroom, looking over the tables that would seat two students each. The required class materials that had been mailed out over the summer were as followed; one cauldron, a knife, mortar and pestle, a potion-making kit, the book ‘Magical Drafts and Potions’ by Arsenius Jigger and a brass scale. It was simple enough, those who weren’t prepared would face a hard day.

The tall slender potion’s professor stood behind his desk, he wore his professor robes and looked rather clean and stringent. His face bore no glimpse of a smile, not even an upturn of his lips. His eyebrows were set straight; one might mistake it for a scowl. He had brought a black suitcase into the classroom, putting it on the desk as he unbuckled it. If one were to peer in the suitcase it was actually a holding case for potions, the ones he would need for the day at least. Bryce took out a tall slender turquoise bottle with ridges on the left corner. He placed it on his desk, buckling the suitcase; a soft lock was heard from it. The cage he had placed behind his desk on the floor, whether or not he would need it depended on the students, however the sound of a rustling could be heard under his desk; coming from a small peculiar creature as he glanced down at it, it stopped the rustling for now. Bryce brought his dark, almost black eyes back up to the classroom, awaiting the young students.

Ooc: I’ll wait until everyone who signed up posts at least once to reply again. If everyone hasn’t replied after 2-3 days, then I will continue anyways. Your character can naturally still join after I reply again, although please acknowledge his/her tardiness.

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[Brandon Thorne]

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[Cassandra Lynn Murphy]

Cassandra loved potions class and was very good at it. She walked from the Slytherin common room and headed to the room. She had in her backpack the newest book for potions, parchment, and a few things for class. Since she was in her fifth year she knew what to expect and already looked over the potions that they would be working on for that month so she brough a few supplies. Her dad did not bring in alot of money with his potions store but he was able to give her free supplies for class. Finally she arrived at the class room and quietly opened the door.

Since she was the first she made sure to be quiet so the professor would not take much notice to her. She would blend in with the crowd if you weren't looking for her. The brown hair was pulled back so it was out of her face and so that it was out of the way for when they started. She quickly found a seat towards the back at the table. After sitting down she glanced at the board to see if there were any instructions but since there was nothing she just decided to take out the textbook so she was at least semi ready.

She adjusted her robes slightly since she was now sitting at the table. "Good morning. Which potions will be we looking at first Professor?" She asked and waiting for his answer so she could open her book and look at the potion. Sometimes at night, when she couldnt sleep, she would look at the potions and try to make the upper level potions. Often she suceeded and once in a while she failed. But the disavantage was that late at night she never had anyone to test it on. Like when she made a love potion and wanted to have someone to test it on but it was just her. She focused back on the professor.

[Kadie Taylor]

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[Kenny Micheal Templeson]

Kenny was making his way to his next class in his agenda and it was a class that he is familiar with yet he has always found himself feeling a bit scared. The next class in his agenda was that of Potions class which he really loved going to, but it meant that he had to go through the Slytherin dungeons of the academy which he seem to find a bit uncomfortable but he does not let that bother him at all as long as he does not think about running into a Syltherin student that might go pick on him.

The Hufflepuff student finally made it to the classroom door as he slowly opened the door and entered the potions classroom as he looked around and noticed that he was about early again which he had been really doing a good job of, after all he wanted to do well and what better than to make it to class on time. As Kenny was making his way to find a good place to set his supplies down, He noticed the new potions classroom teacher and with one look at the professor Kenny had a strange feeling inside him as he was worried weather the professor was either going to be a strict mean one or a fair reasonable one but decided not to make a bad impression as he gave a small smile and greeted him with a good afternoon as he found a seat in one of the tables at the classroom where he can listen well to what the professor will talk about in potions.

While Kenny was taking his seat he noticed that there were a couple of students already in the class as it seems that he was not the only one who would often arrive to class real early. However he noticed one student already seated who seemed like a nice looking girl however just as he was about to say hi to her he noticed that her robes are that of Slytherin and had a bad feeling that she wouldn’t probably say hi. Kenny wanted to at least try to make a good impression so he decided to at least wave at her and smile without any trouble at all and then turned back around and waited for the rest of the students to come and for class to finally begin as he had his supplies ready for today.

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

Potions class required a world of preparation. Also, it was extremely early. And also, Arianne had to make sure that everything for her class was absolutely perfect. Well, she always liked to make sure of that, because Arianne was a perfectionist and she couldnt bear the thought of things being out of place. But it was more than that. This year, she had decided that she was not going to allow Professor Tudor a single chance to say anything to her. She'd studied for two nights straight with this in mind, and woken up an hour before dawn that particular day in order to ensure that she would not be late - as a result of which you could see light dark circles beneath her eyes that morning, which most girls she knew would have fussed over and which she hadn't, to be honest, noticed.

She entered the class well in time, though not exactly early, because it was seriously hard to lug a cauldron and so many ingredients along, even though she had made some use of simple magic to make the job easier for her. Arianne was not the strongest of all people - actually, that was an understatement, she was practically weak, because most of her exercise in a day consisted of lifting books and placing them from one place to another. But finally, Arianne made it into her classroom, only very slightly early, and quickly said, "Good morning," to the teacher - Arianne liked to be polite, and that was not a trait she was likely to lose in this lifetime. She had checked the list a few times to make sure she had everything, so she would not be caught off guard in class.

She went to one of the benches and started to set everything up in a methodical, very-Arianne way. The cauldron was first set on the floor, very carefully not not cause noise or disturbance. And then all the ingredients in neat, symmetrical rows, followed by the book, open - she wasnt sure which page to open it to so she cautiously kept it open to a potion she'd tried out - which was more of a hope than anything else, because she knew she'd do well on the potion if she'd tried it out before. She then cautiously set up everything else, smiled at various people who'd already come to class, and then waited for class to start.

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WORD COUNT: 409
TAGS: Potions Class
CLOTHES: School uniform
MUSE: Muse? Well, low, I guess.
LYRICS: heart by Hollywood Undead

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[Bryce Nichols Tudor]

A small stream of students had begun to steadily pour into the classroom. Bryce’s expression hadn’t changed as the majority of the students gave a courteous polite nod, maybe a small greeting and then took a seat; the most he gave was a small nod back, acknowledging his students. Professor Tudor knew the names of all his students. Yes, he was a new professor, one wouldn’t question how he knew their names though, and he did. Shortly afterward the first student had entered the classroom a question was heard as he turned his head to look at Cassandra Murphy, the second student to arrive. “That, Ms. Murphy, will be discovered shortly. Although I will tell you we will be focusing on one particular potion to begin this term.” His eyes moved back onto the other students, watching as some took out their text books and prepared their cauldrons and such.

Bryce Tudor looked down at the cage that was under his desk which had started to rattle again, he lazily brought his gaze to the clock in the back of the classroom, eyes staring as the last second before class would start passed. His wrist flicked which commanded his wand as the classroom door closed with a slightly loud thud. Class was in session. In sync with the door slamming a quill on his desk began moving on an attendance list, marking note of those who were not present. His dark eyes looked to the group of students for the lesson to begin.

“I will not start this first class of the term as one in correlation to an introduction of Potions. However, it should be known that my method of teaching may stray from what you have known and become accustomed to in the past. My advice is to adjust as quickly as possible; otherwise there will be a large chance of being left behind in the curriculum. Now, to begin.” His pale slender hand held the turquoise vial of potion so that the class may see it.

“This unknown potion will be the assignment of the day. Just what type of potion it is will be discovered shortly enough. But in my class you will not only learn to prepare potions correctly but to identify them as well. For those students who intended on relying on their text book this term, a sad realization will become of you shortly. Continuing, if desired we may base our assumptions of the unknown vial on texture, appearance, or scent.”

As the last word left the professor’s mouth, he touched his wand to the vial and it became uncorked. He amplified the scent of the potion so this small vial would fill the room with its scent. That scent? A faint smell of fresh rain mixed with the scent of an assortment of berries or some kind of fruit hit Bryce’s nostrils and should be noticeable to the students as well. This description was what Bryce could best describe to himself, but it had not been mentioned in their text books, a point the professor had been trying to make with straying from what only the book knew. “Unless you are unable to use your sense of smell, everyone inhale and take note of this particular scent. Could anyone attempt to describe this?” His eyes looked over the class as a loud rattle from the cage underneath his desk was heard once more.

Ooc: Anyone who joins the class beyond this point, please note of your character’s tardiness. For questions asked (this applies to all questions he will be asking), anyone is free to answer it; basically whoever answers first and if someone has already answered the question; don’t hesitate to have your character answer with a different reply. If any student has a question they can just raise their hand and ask at the same time in one post so it’s all simple.

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

She was finally starting to become a little more cheerful - in fact, she was wholly prepared, everything was in order, she could see friends all around her - Arianne liked such situations, they made her feel in control. And she liked control. Since a very young age one of her biggest fear had been not being in control, unpredictable situations where she couldn't tell what needed to be done and what was the correct way to respond to something like that. Over the years, she had read a lot of courtesy books, but people still always managed to catch her off-guard with weird situations.

Her new Professor seemed a little cold - he barely acknowledged everyone's greetings, including hers. But she didnt mind that too much. It was better to be cool, calm and professional than to be a sloppy teacher who was very friendly. She disliked incompetence among people who were supposed to teach her, and she had a feeling that the teacher in front of her was not at all incompetent - though she decided she had better reserve that judgement before she knew a little more about him than how he looked or what kind of clothes he wore. She saw him reply to the question of a slytherin girl she knew just barely - well, one potion was all well and good, she thought, glancing again at the open book in front of her. A moment later, she saw him use his wand to make the door close. Well, she would have to make sure never to be late in this particular class - though, quite honestly, she never was late as far as she could help it.

His next words, however, killed the feeling of control she'd been having at the beginning of the lessons. No relying on books? Was he kidding? She glanced for a moment guiltily at her open book. But she was not going to get left behind in the curriculum, no way, so she concentrated on his words and on the brilliant blue vial. A moment later, the whole classroom was filled with a strange, sweet smell. She took a deep breath, and knew vaguely what it was. She took another few breaths, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked up again. She made a few notes on her parchment in her extremely neat, tiny handwriting - rain, fruit, blue. And then he asked them to describe it, and her first reflex was to raise her hand.

But when she realized she had to speak, she had absolutely no idea what to say. She couldnt tell him the words on her parchment, she'd look like a little kid. Worse than a first year. So she tried to explain it in words as scientific as she knew - "Well. I think there is a strong smell of petrichor - the smell after it rains." She paused, then thought a bit more. "There also seems to be a hint of acidity...fruit? Blueberries?" She was guessing that based on the color, which was blue, though very different from actual blue berries. She was distracted momentarily by a weird sound from the Professor's desk - even Arianne could no longer ignore it. She tried to, though, by turning back to the teacher. At the last moment, however, thinking she was looking absolutely stupid by naming things and not potion ingredients, she said, "And perhaps Asphodel roots?" This last was an absolutely random guess - the only thing she knew off containing Asphodel roots was The Draught of Living Death, and she knew so little about them (she'd used them once - in a fair attempt to make the above Draught, though she still wanted to perfect that) that she only vaguely knew what they smelled like (she remembered something woody, which she could fancy she could smell in the potion), but it was a pretty rare ingredient, so perhaps he'd be impressed by the fact that she had even heard of it.

High hopes.

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WORD COUNT: 615
TAGS: Potions Class
CLOTHES: School uniform
MUSE: -
LYRICS: heart by Hollywood Undead

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