[6-7] Potion's Class; a continuance.

[Bryce Nichols Tudor]

Years 6-7 Potion’s Class.

If Bryce Tudor expected anything out of any of his students, it would be this lot. Sixth and seventh years, they should know the elementary facts of potions by now. Hopefully they did, Merlin knows what past potion’s professor had been teaching them. But now, they had a new professor to worry about, worry they should. Professor Tudor wouldn’t be easing into their final years of potions, oh no, they were going to hit this hard from the beginning. Wasn’t that the way to go? A little stress never hurt anyone, in fact, it built character. He was hoping to see sweat on the brows of these students, carefully measuring and such as if their lives depended on it.

Bryce Tudor had been seated at his desk; he was arranging the finished potions from his earlier class and had been locking them in a drawer. At the first glimpse of this professor, it was obvious he took care of being organized. From his pressed robes to his neatly styled hair to the clean shine of his skin, he was an organized man with pressed lips and a hard stare of black eyes. The young professor wasn’t even trying to be intimidating at this point, it was his natural appearance.

The dungeons were as chilly as ever, they would grow worse once the cold seasons came about. The lighting was bright enough to get by and read the text provided though he could see why some grew headaches after a few hours in the dungeons. Bryce raised his head from his desk to scan the desks that would seat two students each, making sure every chair had been pushed in and the desk clean and ridden from the previous class. All was in order. The professor expected each of his students to bring the required materials to class today; one cauldron, a knife, mortar and pestle, the text ‘Intermediate to Advanced Potion Making’ by Libatius Borage and a brass scale. If not, the rest of the year appeared very dim. Though this potion to be brewed today he was quite interested in, he was more or less curious. How far would a student go to get an adequate grade?

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[Astrid Elkjær]

Astrid woke up with a start, her mind wandered and then snapped back into place with the automatic reminder that today she had potions. No expectations, unless she was expecting it to suck. Beside her bed were the required materials, they had been set out last night. She wasn't sure why she was so jumpy, perhaps she wanted to impress the new Slytherin head of house. Being his pet sounded appealing but she didn't have a particular motive, but this was an option to think upon.

She got dressed steadily, looking in her mirror after every change to her appearance was made. By the time she had finished, she looked put together and slightly glamorous. Maybe a little less gloss was in order. After a few more changes she left the common room with all her materials in hand. Her book bag carrying everything but the cauldron which was under her arm.

She didn't need to walk a long ways to get to the classroom. In fact when she entered the classroom, eyes down she was the first one there. A suspiciously odd factor she had not intended. It was not her place to be first in anything. But the Slytherin took a seat in the middle of the classroom, careful not to look at her teacher in case he tried to start an awkward before class conversation.

Astrid set out her materials slowly, waiting for more students to file in. Then she slid her book bag under her desk and sighed to herself lightly, maybe the teacher heard it but probably not. She wished she hadn't tried so hard. She hoped he wouldn't expect more out of her because of this. It simply would not happen. She was a bad student, and could not change this. Just because her act was together on day one did not mean she would not slowly crumble into pieces before the end of the week and then simply give up.

[Jackson Michaels]

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[Riley Saige]

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Riley loved being early. However, lately, she seemed to be arriving later to every class! It was annoying, and embarrassing, and she hated it. So today she made a point to get up early. Not only did she want to make a good impression on her new professor, she also wanted to prove to herself she could be early. She carefully walked around, getting ready as a few other early risers started too, well, rise, and go to breakfast. Riley had also made a point to make a trip down to the kitchens to ask the elves to bring her up some toast that morning, so she could save a trip downstairs. Yes, she really wanted to be early, and make a good first impressions. To Riley, first impressions were everything. Pulling a green sweater over her head (it was chilly in the dungeons, after all) she carefully packed what was needed in her bag, clutching it to her waist, as she walked lithely down the stairs, balancing her cauldron in her other hand.

Entering the potions classroom, the chill and dim light setting made her glad to be wearing her sweater. She gave a smile to her professor, and ignored both the other early-comers, who were--surprisingly--both Slytherins. She sat down, setting up everything neatly on her desk, preferring the order. The kind of order she could never have in her life. Every day at 'home' was a battle. She never knew what would happen next. Ignored one day, pestered the next, and a week later semi-included. Then a new batch of kids would come into the foster home, and life would be turned upside down, not that it was much of a change from right side up, anyways.

Then, glancing around at the other three in the room, she suddenly felt awkward. She had forgotten how awkward it could be to be too early, and with people you either didn't know or didn't like (In the case of Jackson). Now she wished she had waited a bit longer, as she wrapped one hand around her neck in nervousness.

The Ones We
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Notes~ :] I'm excited~
Tags~ {Potions}
Outfit~ Robes, blue sweater over.
Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
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[Merle Shepherdson]

M E R L E
s h e p h e r d s o n



[American Dragon] [Total Nerd] [I'm going to try SCIENCE]

Merle walked with a bounce in his step to his favorite class outside of Care of Magical Creatures. How could someone be this perky this early in the morning? What in the world did he put in his coffee? Or did he have tea this morning? He seemed to change it up every day, but he always managed to get a pot of something brewing long before most of the other students were awake. He had eaten a big breakfast, too, maybe that was why he was so energized.

Or maybe he had found a perpetual motion machine and was hiding it from the student body in order to keep all the potential energy to himself.

Nah.

His uniform was decently kept, at least his tie, which was immaculate. Probably the only perfect thing on it, the rest of his clothes were at least slightly worn in. He didn't press his clothes, or even bother using charms on them. He just folded them, kept them neat enough. He walked through the halls, breathing in the cool, slightly humid air and sighing.

Scent was a powerful memory trigger. He remembered his first year taking this class. He was a bit younger, quite discouraged by how terrible at magic he had been in all of his other classes. You see, Merle wasn't exactly good at magic. To say the least! He was basically Murphy's Law personified. If something was going to go wrong, he would find a way. Charms was an absolute nightmare. DADA? It was a miracle he hadn't leveled the school.

But potions?

That was what he was good at.

It was probably the only thing he was good at, outside of taking care of animals.

In potions, you had to be meticulous. But it could be quantified. And Merle could be exceedingly meticulous, if he could at least have tangible things to work with. He had his supplies in his side satchel, and he walked into the classroom, offering the Professor his trademark boyish smile before settling down at one of the tables.

Bryce probably hated that smile.

No matter how mean Bryce was to him or his classmates, Merle could only be incredibly polite.

Or maybe he didn't hate the smile. Merle wasn't sure. He didn't take the Professor's mean streak too personally, attributing it to just how he was. Merle had gained enough self confidence in order to be able to deal with it. Earlier in his career at Hogwarts? He was a terrified woodland creature lost in the woods, which were filled with bears who dual wielded wolves who were armed with chain saws.

"Good Morning, Professor!" He said cheerily, pulling out his books.

Disgusting, wasn't it?